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I run my lips over the curve of her teat, but she seems to like it best when I pay attention to the tip. So I tease it with my tongue, swirling it over the tip and gliding over her soft skin. She rocks against my hand urgently, reminding me that she wants to be touched there, too. My hand has stopped moving. I am distracted by her body. I have to remind myself that this is her pleasure, not mine…though truly, it feels like mine.
She makes another soft groan when my teeth graze over her nipple, and I lift my head, even as I caress the special spot she likes so much. "You must be quiet, my Steff."
In response, she rubs her cunt against my hand, needy and wanting more. Steff pants, the sound raspy and overloud in the cave, but I doubt it is enough to wake the others. Even so, I cannot resist teasing her. The smell of her arousal is everywhere, and her slick juices cover my hand. I run my lips over the tip of one teat again, and whisper to her. "You are so wet. Is it because I touch you in this special spot? Or do you like my mouth more?"
When she doesn't respond, I drag my tongue, slow and languid, over the tip of her breast. Her breath hitches and she clamps my hand between her thighs, trapping it there, even as she rocks against me. She is desperate for this, my mate, and I realize she is close. Her excitement makes mine increase, and I keep giving her words, because it feels so good to be able to truly talk to her.
"Your skin is so soft. Never have I touched anything as soft as your teat," I tell her, my voice low enough that it will not escape our furs. I give her nipple another lick, earning a shudder. "But I think your wet cunt might be softer. I cannot wait until we are alone. I want to learn it with my tongue, like I am your teats, but you have to tell me if it is allowed."
Her fingers clench in my mane, her breath tight and rasping even as she rocks against my hand, frantic. Her eyes meet mine, and they are wide with need, her lips parted as if she is so, so close.
"If I put my mouth on you right now," I whisper, my breath fanning over her skin as I lick her nipple again, "would you be my silent mate? Or would you be noisy like you are right now? Just rocking against my hand, so lovely and full of need you can't help yourself?" I slip a finger into her cunt, teasing her with this.
Her mouth opens wide and a soft, keening noise escapes her. I immediately surge up to cover her lips with mine, to take her cries into my mouth. She bucks against my hand, frantic, and she arches against my hand, wanting it back in her favorite spot. So I do so, and I rub her hard, desperate to make her come.
Steff's entire body tenses and then she trembles as I claim her mouth. I can feel her clench, her thighs tightening desperately around my hand as she shudders and makes another soft cry. Then she stiffens, her eyes closing, her mouth going slack against mine as a fresh wave of wetness coats my hand. I tease her tongue with mine even as she clenches again and again, until she goes limp under me, her climax finished. When she finally relaxes, she is panting, and when I press my mouth to hers once more, she leans in to my touch, sated.
"Did I do well?" I ask her. It is my first time to pleasure my female and I am suddenly nervous—what if I did it wrong? What if she wanted more touches? Better touches?
But she just burrows against me, snuggling close in a way that that is nothing like when Pak snuggles against me. "That was amazing." Her hands slip to my chest and she brushes her fingertips over my chest. "You sure I'm the first female you've touched?"
"I think I would have noticed another," I point out.
She chuckles, muffling the sound against my chest. "Well, I loved that. I didn't realize how badly I needed it until you touched me."
"I hope you need it again soon," I admit. My cock is hard as bone and it feels as if all the blood in my body has pooled there. "I like touching you."
To my surprise, she reaches between us and caresses my cock. "Mmm, I can tell."
I clutch her tight against me. I thought my control better than this, but the moment she runs her hands over my cock, I am gone. Need throbs through my system. But when she tucks her cheek against my chest and sighs heavily, her hands abandoning my cock, I try to put those thoughts aside. She is tired. We can do more some other night, when we are not sharing a cave with others. Pak is a heavy sleeper and there will be time enough to wring many, many sighs from her.
