“Raahosh,” I moan, burying my fingers in his thick hair. “Let me—”
“No,” he growls against my skin, and swipes his tongue over my clit almost angrily. “I have waited all day for this. This is mine.”
I shudder. Like I can argue with that? I squirm as his tongue grows more determined, more invasive, and the heat in my body ramps up. I want him to stop. I want him to keep going forever. I want him to lick me fast, then slow. I want all of him. And when he thrusts a finger deep inside my core, I arch and press against his mouth like I’m dying.
Sometimes I think I must be easy to please. That because I’ve never had a ton of great experiences with oral pre-Raahosh that that’s the reason why I explode like the Fourth of July the moment he gets to work. Or maybe it’s the ridged tongue. Maybe it’s his eagerness and the clear pleasure he gets out of licking all of my most secret parts. Whatever it is, it never fails to make me spontaneously combust into a climax so hard that my entire body quakes with the response and I can feel my pussy clenching around his finger, as if desperately trying to trap him inside me. All the while, my amazing mate licks and sucks and teases as if it’s his life goal to get me off. He continues to work my clit even after I climax, sweeping his ridged tongue around the sides of the sensitive bud and forcing me toward yet another orgasm. His finger pumps into me again, and then teases at the entrance to my core, toying with my juices.
“Oh, Raahosh,” I say, loud and breathless and full of need. I love how he uses his mouth. Another moan builds in my throat. I love—
My moan turns into a screech of shock as he takes his finger—that glorious, wonderful finger—and pushes it into my butt.
The party train stops and the orgasm I was chasing dies a quick death. I clamp my legs shut with a yelp, accidentally slamming them around his ears. He groans and quickly moves backward even as I skitter away on the blankets, shocked.
“What the fuck was that?” I cry out, shocked. I mean, I’m not totally averse to butt play, but warn a girl first. It’s one of those things I have to be coaxed into doing, and I’m sure not a fan of a surprise unlubed finger in my no-no places. “You never go backdoor without permission first!”
He rubs a hand over his ear, scowling. His eyes are so bright they look furious and he stares at me for a long moment, panting. He’s still flushed from going down on me, his horns deep blue at the base, and when he sits up, I can see his cock is hard as a rock, gleaming with wetness on the tip. His shoulders are stiff with anger, though, and his mouth flattens as he stares at me.
I stare back, because what the fuck.
I wait for him to say something, but he remains quiet. Our staredown continues a moment longer, and then Raahosh gets to his feet and storms away to the back of the cave, where all the supplies are kept.
He’s mad. That much is obvious. I recognize that angry twitch in his tail and the ramrod-straight way he holds his shoulders. Good, I’m mad too. I know we’re still new to being mated, but damn, warn a girl before you go into her butthole. I rub my backside, still shocked at what just happened. That totally isn’t like Raahosh to try something like that.
Man, he is acting so weird lately.
I’m actually a little worried. He’s acting strange and it’s like something’s bothering him, and that concerns me. I get to my feet and head after him when he doesn’t come back right away. When I get into the next chamber, it’s dark without the fire going but I can see that Raahosh is kneeling on the floor, unrolling several of the furs. “What are you doing?”
He doesn’t look over at me. “Unrolling furs so I can sleep in here.”
Sleep in here? Without me?
I sputter. “We’re not going to talk about this? You’re just going to get pissy and retreat in here without bothering to tell me why you thought shoving your knuckle into my ass was a good call?”
I didn’t think it was possible, but his shoulders get even stiffer. His tail slaps the ground angrily. He doesn’t look at me, just continues to unroll the furs with jerky, angry motions.
“Well?” I prompt. “You might not want to talk, but this isn’t like you, and it worries me, so I’m going to just guess. Stop me if I hit on the right topic.” I cross my arms and study his back. “You…stuck a finger up my butt because you got lost, right?”