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Skarr lifts his head, a frown of consternation on his face. “My khui is still humming. Did we do something wrong?”
“The healer told me that it takes several times for some couples. I wouldn’t worry.” I’d approached her for grease for my skis at Hannah’s suggestion, but Veronica had thought that I wanted the grease for sex, and what had followed had been a quick primer on how some splices couldn’t make their mates pregnant right away and if we needed assistance she would help and be as unobtrusive as possible. Which is incredibly awkward when all I wanted was grease for my skis.
But I still have that grease with me…
I slide a hand down to Skarr’s buttock and squeeze it. “How are your cocks feeling? All emptied out?”
He nuzzles against my neck. “Hardly. I have more stamina than that, female.”
My lips twitch at his disgruntled tone. “Oh, I don’t doubt.” I trace a circle lightly on the skin of one buttock. “Want to have sex again?”
“Already?” He lifts his head and grins down at me. “You are hungry for more?”
I nod, giving him a flirty look. “Have you ever thought about putting both of your cocks into me at the same time?”
He groans, resting his forehead upon mine. “Constantly in my filthiest dreams.”
“Well…I have some grease that is safe to use on you and on me. I wonder if you could fit both of your cocks inside my pussy at once…and what it’d feel like.”
“In the same…spot?” His eyes glaze over as he imagines it. “Will your body take it?”
“You can grease me up and we can find out.” I’ve never thought of myself as particularly adventurous in bed but being with Skarr makes me want to try all kinds of wild things. To think that I ran from his cocks initially and now I’m begging him to stuff them both into me at once. “But only if you’re comfortable with it.”
Skarr gives me a fierce kiss. “I am very much comfortable with it. Tell me what to do.”
I get up and retrieve the tiny container of grease I’d brought along just in case we needed it for skis. It’s made from herbs and animal fats, but through my embarrassing conversation with Veronica, I know it won’t give me bad reactions, either. That others use this exact formula when they need a lubricant in the furs. I was mortified the other day but I’m grateful now, and I move back to him, handing over the small pot. “Want to grease me up? I’ll do you and you do me?”
“Is there a best way to do it?” he asks, dipping his fingers into the pot and then rubbing the slickness between his fingers. “I am not familiar with such things, though I have greased myself before a battle to make it more difficult for my opponent to grab me.”
Why does that sound incredibly sexy? I’m envisioning Skarr, his sleek body gleaming, as another man tries to put his arms around him and they slip away. It’s an erotic mental image and I’m dying to suggest we have some naked greased wrestling at some point…but for now, I want to try this. I’m already aching with the need for him to fill me again.
Resonance ispotent.
I sit on the furs and recline back, propping up on my elbows. My knees are up slightly and when he greases his fingers a bit more, I spread my legs in silent invitation. Heat flares in his gaze and he groans, looking up at me. “You smell like me.”
“Good.”
Skarr makes another incoherent sound of pleasure and his tongue snakes out, the forked tip tasting the air, and I wonder if he can smell me like that, too. Don’t snakes scent through their tongues? I shiver, intrigued as he presses his hand between my legs, teasing my flushed, wet skin. I’m already messy from our prior round of lovemaking but I don’t care. Judging from the hungry look in his eyes, Skarr doesn’t either.
He pushes his fingers into my channel, stroking in and out. My body makes wet noises, as if trying to suck on his fingers. He teases my clit with his thumb, and my legs tremble at how good this feels, the gentle glide of his digits slipping into me and then back out again. He adds a third finger to the first two, and then a fourth, looking up at me to see my reaction.
I just moan and nod, spreading my thighs a little wider. “Can I grease you, too?”
Skarr nods, shifting his weight and pointing his cocks toward me. His hand leaves my pussy and I want to cry at the loss of it. It doesn’t matter that his body temperature is slightly lower than mine—I love the way his cool fingertips glide over my skin. He sits back on his haunches, watching me, and I’m tempted to just plant my face in his lap and suck on him, playing with one cock while I tease the other.
“God, I love your body,” I whisper as I crawl over to him.
His gaze brightens with my compliment, and part of me wonders if he hypes himself up so much because of uncertainty. Like he has to put on a front to assure the others that he’s just as strong and capable as the rest of them. It makes him a little more vulnerable in my eyes and makes me fall a lot harder.
“I could lick you all over,” I tell him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder and then one pectoral as he holds the small bone pot of grease for me to take. “We’re going to do that when we get home. You’re going to spread out and I’m just going to bite and nibble on every bit of you.”
He groans out my name, and a dribble of pre-cum slides down the shaft of his primary cock.
I lubricate my fingers and then rub my hands together after setting the pot aside. My skin is slick and fragrant with the herbal scent, and Skarr watches me with heated, hungry eyes. Our gazes locked, I reach down and grip the larger of his two cocks in my slippery hand.
A hiss escapes him, almost snakelike. His eyes flutter and he throws his head back, groaning.
Okay, so that must feel pretty good. I stroke his length, working one hand up his shaft and then switching to the other hand. I start at the base and drag my hand up his cock, adding as much pressure as I think he can stand, and then reach for the other. I stroke them in tandem, tugging on one and then the other.
