Barbarian's Touch: A SciFi Alien Romance (Ice Planet Barbarians Book 8) (24 page)

Her words fill me with pride.
We do not need experience. I know what to do. My cock goes inside your cunt.

Li-lah’s small hands cover mine and she giggles. “It’s so weird seeing you sign such dirty things to me. And yes, I know how babies are made, thanks for the lesson. I just mean I don’t know any of the nuances. How to make you feel amazing. How to get you to make me feel amazing.” She gazes up at me. “I want us to be really good at this so we can do it often.”

We shall
, I declare.
I will not rest until you have come, even if it takes the entire evening. My cock shall wait until your cunt is dripping and ready.

She makes a soft little noise and glances over at the entrance of our cave. Is she still shy about that? I kiss her forehead and move to one of the large baskets of dried fire-making materials and carry it across the cave, then shove it in behind the screen, further wedging it into place. There. Now no one will be able to come in even if they should attempt it. I look over at my mate for her approval.

Sorry. I’m being weird, aren’t I? It’s just that I can’t hear if anyone walks in on us.

No one will walk in
, I assure her.

I just don’t want anyone to see me, bare ass naked.

They will see my bare ass, not yours, if we are doing things right.

She giggles at that, and the sound is sweet.
You do know there is more than one position, yes?

I frown.
How do you know?

Because I’ve read books! And seen stuff on TV! Haven’t you seen other people do it?

I shrug.
My parents are always under their furs. I do not go look to see who is on top.

Li-lah’s laughter peals through the cave.
Thank goodness for that! We can go easy for now and learn the basics before we toss some weird stuff in, I guess.
She grins and slides over to me, reaching for my tail. “That means you get to be on top.”

Of course I will be on top. I want to ask how else it is done, but her fingers encircle the base of my tail and she strokes it gently. My body breaks out into shivers, and I bury my hands in her hair, losing myself in her scent and the feel of her body against mine.

“I guess at some point I should get you naked, right?” Her voice is a soft whisper that feels like a caress of her hand down my skin. “Get things rolling?”

I nod, rubbing my face against her mane. The thought of my mate pulling my leathers off fills me with pleasure, and I think of our touches before, when she slowly peeled back my clothing to gaze at my cock. It felt hard and aching then; today it throbs with even greater need.

“Naked it is,” she murmurs, and then she pulls on my knife belt and unties the knot, letting it drop to the ground. Her hands go to the laces at my neck, and she loosens them and then pulls on the hem of my tunic, dragging it up my chest. She cannot reach the rest of the way, so I finish for her, yanking it over my head and horns and then dropping it onto the cave floor.

Pants next?
I suggest. My cock is aching to be free of its confines.

“I’m deciding.” She studies me for a moment, as if choosing what to pull off next, and then drops to her knees, tugging on my boot. I am amused by her choice. Is she savoring her undressing of me? I shall do the same to her when it is my turn. She wears a great many more layers than I do, so it shall be an exercise in patience.

I obediently lift one leg as she pulls my boot free, and then the other when she moves to that. Then I am in nothing but my leggings and breechcloth. My body feels tense with anticipation, and as I watch, she licks her lips and remains on her knees, gazing up at me.

That small little flick of her tongue is nearly my undoing. It makes me think of the last time her mouth has gone over my cock, and I nearly come in my pants at the image. Resonance has filled my mind with nothing but thoughts of her, her mouth, her teats, her soft skin. I am useless until she is done with me, and gladly so. If the cave were to collapse around us, I would not leave my furs until she is done with me. That is how badly I want this, and how badly I want her.

Her attention goes to the waist of my breechcloth. “I remember how to do this,” she whispers, and slides a hand up and down the hard length of my cock before undoing the next set of ties. Then, the leather falls down my legs and to the floor, and my leggings follow a moment later, pooling at my ankles.

Li-lah sucks in a breath and her hands go to my hips, holding me there and just staring. “The sight of you always overwhelms me,” she murmurs. “In a good way, though. I scarcely know where to touch you first.”

Then, her fingertips graze the head of my cock, and I nearly lose control. If I am going to last long enough to please my mate, I must take over. Before she can touch me again, I put my fingers to her chin and pull her attention away.
My turn
, I tell her.

She nods, getting to her feet. I can tell she is feeling shy; her movements are fidgety and she cannot remain still. I do not understand why. Have I not kissed her most private spots? Have I not dipped my tongue into her cunt and tasted her sweetness before? There is no need to be bashful now.

I shall simply have to kiss the shyness out of her.

I step out of the last of my clothes and sit down on the large rock near the fire, then pat my knee, inviting her into my embrace. Li-lah slides into my arms and starts to put her hands on my shoulders. I stop her, clasping her smaller hands in my bigger one, and pull her against me for a kiss. Her lips part under mine in surprise, and then she moans against my tongue as I lick inside her mouth, tasting her honey. With her in my arms, I can feel the vibrations of her khui resonating in time to mine, and her thigh is very close to my erect cock. If she had no leggings on, I could prop her up on my thighs, pull her legs apart, and bury myself deep.

I groan into the kiss, picturing that, slicking my tongue between those soft lips and thrusting deep, as my cock aches to do.

She clings to me, her mouth greedily accepting my tongue, and as we kiss, I tug at her clothes. The home caves are warmer than out in the wild, and she is only wearing a tunic, a fur wrap, and leggings. All are easy enough to remove. My hands work on her clothing as I kiss her, removing the wrap first, and then loosening the ties on her tunic until I can slip it over her head. Li-lah is so lost in my kisses that she makes a small sound of regret when I break the kiss long enough to pull her tunic off her body. Underneath, she is wearing her leather band over her teats.
More
clothing. Always more clothing with her. I want to see her naked, to weigh her small teats in my hands and feel the tips harden against my touch.

Her mouth goes back to mine, her kisses hungry and eager. I move my hand along the band and find a knot at the back. It is easily undone, and then her teats are bare and lovely. My fingers skim her skin and she is so soft here, softer than the backs of her knees, or the sweet dip of her neck.

Li-lah moans at my touch and her hips rock against my thigh. I pull her tighter against me, fitting her hips against my cock until I can feel my length pressing against her. She still wears her leggings, but they will be gone soon, and then we will be skin to skin.

Her small teats brush against my chest and her arms wrap around my neck, rubbing her body against mine. Another harsh groan escapes me, and I cannot take any more; I must have her under me.

I hold Li-lah pressed against me and stand, moving to our furs. Cradling her close, I lower our bodies until she is underneath me in the furs. Her legs wrap around my waist and it takes everything I have not to rip the last of her leathers from her body and plunge deep into her.

I must be calm. Controlled. I must give my mate pleasure first. And I know what she likes - I know what makes her cry out and writhe as if she is being pulled apart. She likes kisses on her teats, but she likes kisses on her cunt even more.

She makes a soft, mewing sound when I tear my mouth from hers, but I am determined. I want my mate’s sweet flavor on my tongue, and I want it
now
. I kiss her lovely skin, moving downward over chest and belly, even as my fingers work at the knot at her leggings. I pull them down her thighs and as I do, the hot, needy scent of her arousal fills my senses.

My mate. She is soaking wet for me.

A growl rises in my throat and I jerk her pants off her legs, then push her thighs wide.

“Rokan,” she breathes, and I can hear the anticipation in her voice. Her hands go to my horns and she holds them tight.

I remain still, waiting to see if she is going to steer me away from her cunt, but she pushes me down toward her thighs, a silent encouragement even as she arches up off the furs. Already, she is wriggling with anticipation, her breathing coming sharp and rapid.

“You don’t have to do that if you don’t want to,” she tells me, just as my tongue is about to drag through the soft, slick folds of her cunt and lap up her taste.

Not want to?

Licking her is my
favorite
. Not want to? It is what I want more than anything. I could stay with my tongue buried between her legs for hours and never get my fill.

I want to protest that yes, I do want this, but it is better to just show her. I slide one finger up and down her folds, dragging through her juices. At her whimper, I lean in and put my mouth over her third nipple. Her gasp of excitement and the way her fingers tighten around my horns? Those are delicious, but not as delicious as her taste. I explore her at my leisure, now, dragging my tongue over her folds in slow, methodical motions. I know what she likes best, but I am going to tease her first. I deliberately avoid her third nipple, because it is the part that makes her crazy when it is licked. Instead, I nudge a knuckle against the entrance to her cunt even as I brush kisses over her wet folds.

One hand smacks my horn, and then the breath hisses from her lungs. “Oh God,” I hear her murmur, and then one leg jerks as I let the tip of my tongue graze her flesh. Her knee moves, and she’s wiggling again, so I grab her leg and fit my shoulder under it, pinning her movements and allowing myself free reign to her slick, delicious honey.

This? This is much better.

My tongue dips deep, seeking the center of her heat, and she cries out my name again when I taste her. I can feel her cunt tighten around my tongue as I push it into her again. Her little cries grow stronger, and her juices sweeter with every thrust of my tongue. I can feel her thighs quivering on my shoulders, her fingers tight on my horns.

I grind my cock against the furs as I lick her, over and over again, her hips rocking against my face. I want to do this forever, but my body aches to claim hers, to fulfill resonance. I lift my head and she immediately presses a hand down on the top of my mane, trying to push me back into place.

“So close,” she breathes. “Please, Rokan—“

I will not fail my mate. I push a finger into her wet warmth and immediately her cunt tightens and quivers around it. I stroke it in and out, her moans fueling my need, and my mouth descends on her third nipple, the aching little bud that has been waiting for my attentions. Her cries become heated, her hand pulling on my hair as she rocks against my mouth. I lick her nipple over and over again, her desperation becoming my own. I need her release, need to feel her milking my finger with her cunt, need to fill my mouth with the taste of her.

She is everything.

A small cry, and then I feel a burst of fresh wetness on my tongue. Her thighs clamp on my shoulders and her cunt ripples tightly around my finger, clenching over and over again as she comes. I lick her with renewed urgency, not stopping even as she quakes with release. My own need for her is overtaking my senses; even if I wanted to stop, I could not. Over and over, I hungrily lap up her juices, burying my mouth and tongue in her sweet folds. My finger thrusts into her again and again, until she’s quivering with a new release and crying my name out.

It is still not enough. I need more.

I tear my face away from her sweetness, gently nipping her thigh before I sit up. My cock aches to be buried inside her, and I am desperately close to losing control. I press a hand to my brow, trying to recover.
Patience. Calm. Let your mate catch her breath and then you can claim her—

Li-lah makes a satisfied little moan, still sprawled in the blankets. She rubs her foot on my thigh. “Where did you go, Rokan?”

Already she misses me. I miss her warm, soft body, too. My body shivers with the need to retain control, and I give myself a hard shake before lying back down on the furs next to her. I touch her cheek and then begin to caress her once more, peppering her neck and shoulder with kisses.

She hooks a leg at my hips and pulls me against her in silent encouragement.

More
? I ask, signing to her.

Li-lah nods and her hand steals to my cock, her fingers grazing over my spur.

A splash of liquid erupts from my cock and I jerk her hand away, pinning it to the furs. I give her a small shake of my head. More touches, more exploring from her fingers, and I will paint her belly with my seed. Tonight, I want to be inside her.

“Close to losing control?” she whispers, curious. She wriggles under me, deliberately dragging the tips of her teats against my chest. “Poor baby.”

I groan silently, closing my eyes for strength.

Her little heel digs into my backside and I feel her shift against me, opening her thighs. “Claim your mate, Rokan,” she whispers. “I’m ready for you.”

My beautiful, perfect mate.

I can maintain control no longer. I slide between her legs, settling my weight against her. I fit my cock at her entrance, ready to thrust deep. She is tight, though, and I rub the head with her slick juices to ease the fit. As I do, she digs her little fingernails into my arms, encouraging me with breathless little pants.

My mate. My resonance.

Mine.

With a hiss, I push forward. My cock sinks deep, my body claiming hers. Her cunt is like a fist, clenching me tighter than my own hand, and the feeling is like nothing I have ever experienced. I close my eyes, savoring this moment. Mine. Mine now.