“Any particular way?”
“Any way you want.” I tap his cheek with my finger. “You’re overthinking this.”
“I am,” he agrees. “I just don’t want to do it wrong and then you don’t want to kiss me anymore.”
Just that response warms my heart. “If you kiss me badly, we’ll just have to practice.”
“Oh, kef. You’d let me practice on you?”
“I would.”
Sinath’s breathing is ragged. He presses his strange, ridged brow to my smoother one and then closes the gap between our mouths, kissing me again. His lips slant over mine, first in a light kiss, and then becoming more possessive with every touch. I’ve never had a man kiss me so delicately. As if every kiss he plants on my mouth is a matter of grave importance. As if each kiss has to be perfect. It makes me feel special. Wanted.
Beautiful.
ChapterThirteen
DEVIN
Isigh blissfully against his mouth. “You’re doing great, by the way.”
Sinath’s tail tightens on my calf, and his hand goes to my shoulder, pulling me closer to his bare chest. “Kef, I could kiss you for hours on end.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad to me.”
“Me either.” He nips at me carefully, and then his tongue grazes against the seam of my mouth. “Oh, kef, you taste amazing.”
I moan as his tongue steals into my mouth again. For a man just learning how to kiss, he’s doing a really, really good job. He explores my mouth with delicate strokes of his tongue, and when I brush mine against his, I love the way his breath hitches in response. Burying my hands in his thick hair, I hold him close, pressing against his chest as our kisses grow deeper and more intense.
“How…how’s this?” I manage between kisses. “Still good?”
“Less talk, more kissing.”
His mouth captures mine again and then neither of us speaks for a long time. Heat races through my veins, pulsing between my legs, and I rub up against one of his thighs. Oh god, I suddenly want to come so bad. The kissing is incredible, but I want more. I’m greedy and I don’t care that we’re on the floor in Liesje’s small, crowded house. If he doesn’t touch me somewhere below the neck in the next moment, I might lose my mind.
But Sinath seems to be determined to be respectful. His mouth is hungry on mine, his hands in my hair, and we’re cradled against one another, that tail tight on my leg. I slide a hand to his chest and then touch one of his tight, hard nipples. “Can I touch you?”
He nods against my mouth, his eyes hooded with arousal. “Kefyes.”
I slide my hand even lower, between his thighs, and I’m not surprised in the slightest to find him fully erect and hard under his clothes. To my intense relief, he’s not packing an absolute monster like so many of his race are. He’s nice and plenty big for a human woman like myself, but not so big that he’ll rearrange my organs. I feel like Goldilocks in that I’ve found my “just right” after a past of “too big,” and I sigh with pleasure. “This is nice.”
Sinath’s breath hisses between his teeth and he clenches me tight against him. “Devin.”
“Tell me if it’s too much. If I should slow down.”
His laughter huffs over my face. “Kef no.” He gives me another desperate, hard kiss. “Your hands. Your mouth. I want all of it.” Then he pauses, lifting his lips from mine to study my face. “But only if you want it. If we’re both having fun, that is.”
It’s so strange to see him uncertain…but it’s sweet, too. I like that he’s checking in with me. That he’s making sure I’m not getting in too deep or that I’ll have regrets.
I won’t. Even if Sinath wants nothing more than a convenient hand-job, it’s nice to fool around like a teenager again. I love feeling sexual again, owning my sexuality. Kissing and touching as pleasure and not currency. This is the best gift he could have given me.
So I stroke his cock with my hand under the blankets, and I let my mouth play against his. “Merry Christmas, Sin.”
The choked sound he makes is everything. It’s like he forgets how to kiss the moment my hand goes below the belt. His mouth moves against mine, but it’s not the sweet kissing from before. It’s interrupted with gasps and him sucking in a breath as I rub the heel of my palm against his shaft. Even through his clothes, I can feel the ridges on his cock, and something that feels like a piercing on the head. I take control of the kiss, letting my tongue tease over his lips and whispering lewd suggestions to him as I work his shaft with my hand, and I’m not surprised when it doesn’t take very long before he’s grinding against my grip, his breath hitching.
When he comes, I muffle his groan with another kiss, hoping we don’t wake Liesje, because I’m not sure how I’m going to explain this one.
Sinath’s tail squeezes my leg tightly, and he clutches me against his chest, shuddering, as his release works through him. I remain still, stroking his arms as he comes down, and when the tension finally ebbs from him, he opens dazed eyes to gaze at me with wonder. “You are incredible.”