Raahosh snorts, sounding more like himself. He puts a big hand on my shoulder, his thumb rubbing over my layers of clothing as if he can touch the skin underneath. “There is a cave not too far from here. Not over the next ridge, but the one after that.”
So maybe an hour of walking? I can deal with that. I stick my hand out, hoping he’ll take it in his, and I’m pleased when he does. “Let’s just hope Vaza doesn’t turn around and decide to hang out with us.”
“If he does, he will find my boot on his backside,” Raahosh growls.
Damn, that is sexy. I love it when he gets all possessive.
* * *
We’re both quiet as we make our way to the cave. I am dying to know exactly what Raahosh was thinking about sex-wise, but he still gets incredibly shy and awkward around me, the big virgin (well, no longer), so I have to be careful not to make him feel uncomfortable. It’s a rather silent walk, but his cootie hums and purrs low, telling me that he’s thinking about sex, which makes me think about sex, too, and my cootie revs up. Strangely enough, the lack of conversation between us is almost erotic, as if we’re holding everything back so we can explode our hormones all over the cave once we get there.
By the time we arrive, I’m practically squirming with need, as if the journey itself was a strange form of foreplay. I wait as Raahosh inspects the cave to ensure no “visitors” have arrived, then he calls my name. When I enter, he’s making a fire in the firepit, crumbling one of the poo cakes that are used for fuel.
“I’ll take care of making the bed,” I tell him. “You finish that and then wash your hands.”
He grunts acknowledgment, and then we both get to work.
I finish before he does, of course, so I poke around, digging through the baskets of supplies as if they interest me, and trying not to watch him too closely. Of course, that’s an impossible task because I want to follow every one of his movements, right down to the graceful way that he washes his hands with water from one of our skins and then soaps them up, then rinses them at the front of the cave. I never thought hands were sexy, but the way he slides his fingers over his palms in that briskly efficient way?
It’s better than porn by a long shot.
Raahosh turns around and he must notice the look in my eyes, because he stalks toward me, all predator, and I get to my feet, full of need and yearning. He pulls me against him, his hands going to my hair and then he tilts my head back and gives me the sexiest, deepest kiss ever. His mouth moves over mine, hot and claiming, and I moan with need even as he tears my outer layers off of me.
“Naked,” he says between breathless kisses. “Need you naked.”
Oh god, I absolutely want to be naked. I let him work the laces on my tunic even as I touch him all over, teasing my hands up and down his hard stomach and flat pectorals. I graze over the plated spots with my fingers, learning them as he tugs at my clothing, and when he grunts, I obediently lift my arms so he can pull my leathers over my head.
Then I’m wearing nothing but a breastband, leggings, and boots, and I drop to the floor to take care of the footwear. He groans, still looming over me as his tail skims up my spine, as if he has to touch me now, and I love that light caress. I finally kick my boots off and then reach for his, undoing the cords that crisscross up and down his muscular legs. Even here he’s fine as fuck. Who would have thought that man-calves were hot? But I want to lick them as I pull his leathers off. “God, I am so horny.”
“Hurry up so I can make you come,” he growls.
Like I need any encouragement? I slide my hand up his thigh, heading for his loincloth, and he bats my hand away in the sexiest fucking move and then moves low, pushing me back onto the furs with a hand on my shoulder. He practically rips my pants off and pushes my thighs apart—as if they needed urging—and then dives between my legs.
I make a choked sound of pleasure as his hot, textured tongue finds my clit and he begins to lap at it, looking for the rhythm that will make me shiver and come. He teases my folds, moving up and down and licking me everywhere before returning to my clit and nuzzling. His hands grip my thighs tight, and I can feel his tail sliding around one of my ankles, tightening, and even that turns me on.