by Ruby Dixon
I wince at the sounds she is making. She will call everything in the jungle down upon us. I gently pull her away from the trees. "Come, my mate. It will be dark soon. We should return to shelter." Just the thought of that makes my cock throb with anticipation, and it rises at the thought of her touching me, stiff and erect within a breath's time. My khui drums louder in my chest, urging and insistent. It wants me to join, to bring new life to Tall Horn.
But M'rsl whimpers and grabs my hand, her eyes wild and searching. "T'chai," she breathes. "MfrndLoorn s'missng. Hafto finder." She squeezes my fingers. "Pls. S'importnt."
"I cannot understand you, my mate," I say gently. "Are you hungry? Perhaps the others have brought back more food. If not, we will sleep and hope for better hunting tomorrow. Come." I gesture at the jungle. "The kaari come out at night. It is safest to avoid them. Come."
Her eyes leak with tears and she swipes at them angrily, muttering something under her breath.
I hate this. I hate that I have made her cry. So I point at the trees. "T'chai will bring M'rsl back here tomorrow." I point at the sky, and then make a gesture of the suns going down over the horizon, then point where they will appear in the morning. "Tomorrow."
She gets excited. "M'rsl T'chai tmoro?" She garbles my words, but I understand it well enough when she points at the trees. "Tmoro?"
I nod.
M'rsl lets out a heaving breath and flings her arms around me in a hug, babbling excited words. Her bouncy teats press against my chest, and her warm belly pushes against my cock, and I groan.
I am no longer thinking of kaari or the jungle. I am thinking of my mate, and resonance.
And when she pulls back and looks up at me with soft, hungry eyes, I suspect I am not the only one thinking such things.
I want her with such ferocious hunger that it steals my breath away. I consider our surroundings—too close to the jungle. First and foremost, I must keep my mate safe. I glance back at the nearby beach, but we will be open for anyone to look at, and my clansmates are far too curious about my M'rsl right now. I do not want to take her in front of their prying eyes. Our first time—my first time—should be in private.
So I grab M'rsl's hand and lead her away from the trees, heading back toward the huts that my clan brothers and I have claimed ever since the death of the Great Smoking Mountain. My hut is private, and no one will bother us there…I hope.
It seems to take forever to walk back to the hut, but M'rsl is silent, and I am filled with determination, my steps quick. S'bren sees us as we approach the huts, takes one look at my face, and immediately heads in the other direction. Good.
Once we are inside my hut and alone, I grab M'rsl and press her warm body against mine again. It felt so good earlier that I crave the sensation again. She sucks in a sharp breath, her hands moving over me. I hold still, fascinated by her softness. My mate is small against me, her head barely reaching my pectorals, but she feels perfect in my arms. Her hands move up and down on my skin, tracing muscles, and she clucks under her tongue when she feels my ribs.
I burn with shame at that. I know I am lean—we all are. Food is increasingly hard to come by. I hope she does not hate the sight of my body.
She looks up at me, her eyes hot, and scrapes the tips of her teats against my chest deliberately.
I groan and nearly lose control. That is it. Time to claim my mate and fulfill resonance.
I get on my knees and pull M'rsl down with me. She follows, but when I push her onto her back, a little furrow of concern crosses her face. I rub my knuckles against her cheek to comfort her. "It is my first time as well," I say. "It will be good. I hope."
She smiles at me, leaning into my touch.
I push her thighs apart and my cock is so stiff and aching I feel as if I will burst if I do not get inside her soon.
"T'chai—"
I push the head of my cock against her folds, groaning at how good it feels. Now to just sink inside her—
M'rsl puts a hand against my chest and pushes hard. "No."
MARI
What the hell?
T'chai has clearly not heard of the word “foreplay.” We were rubbing up against each other and it felt so, so good. I kept waiting for him to lean down and kiss me, and I thought when he moved to the floor of the hut, we were going to get down and dirty into a nice, steamy, makeout session. I know resonance means sex, but I also assumed we'd move into things slowly.
Instead, he apparently just wants me to lie down and spread my legs.
And I have a real problem with that.
Maybe it's due to how unsettled I've felt all day. This is a strange place, and I've resonated to a complete stranger. I can tell his tribesmates don't like me. Every time I hide behind T'chai, one of them gives me a disgusted look, and I'm reminded of how irritated everyone was with me back in the other tribe because of my hiding. Of course, their disapproval just made me want to hide more, because it's not a good feeling to be disliked.
Now, though? Here? I'm not about to just roll over and let T'chai mate me without getting pleasure out of it. I want kisses. I want foreplay. I want tenderness. I don't just want a quick pump and dump.
So I put a hand on his chest. "No." I shake my head to emphasize the word. "No."
To my relief, he pulls back. T'chai runs a hand down his face and sits back on his heels. I can tell he's aching—I'm aching too. But he doesn't get to just use me like I'm a body and not a person.
"I like you, and I know this is inevitable, but I'm not ready." I shake my head, scooting backward and sitting up. "I need a little bit of wooing here."
T'chai says something in that choppy, garbled language of his. He presses his hand to his chest and repeats a word over and over, then points at my chest.
"Yes. Resonance, I know." I put a hand into the air. "That doesn't mean you get to go to town on me." There's a confused look on his face, and an idea occurs to me. "Are you a virgin?" Surely not. He looks to be about my age…but there are no women here and I don't know if that's a recent occurrence or not. Maybe he's had women in the past and this is just a scouting party…but these huts are stone and look old, so I don't know if that answer fits.
It could just be that alien women have a hair-trigger and they don't need foreplay. Wouldn't that be nice? But even as much as I'm turned on and needy from the khui buzzing in my chest, I need more. I glance down at his impressive, straining equipment. Yeah, I'm going to need to be really, really wet and ready for this to work between us. "I'm not opposed to sex, T'chai," I say, looking him over. Really, really not opposed because he's utterly gorgeous and hard and has the most impressive equipment I've ever seen. "I just need to get good and ready first."
He tilts his head, studying me with those hooded eyes, and I know he doesn't understand a word.
I'll just need to show him instead.
"Here." I get up on my knees and crawl forward, then put a hand on his shoulder to steady myself. Like this, he's eye level with my breasts and his gaze falls to them. Just that small, hungry look makes me want him to touch them, but he doesn't reach out. Fighting back a sigh, I take his hand in mine and boldly put it between my legs.
T'chai groans, his startled gaze going to mine.
"Feel," I say, and I take his finger and glide it through my folds. I'm only slightly damp, at my core, and I stroke his finger through the wetness. "I need more of that." I could absolutely get more of that just by riding his hand, but I'll save that for later.
He narrows his eyes and gives me a look that tells me he doesn't understand. His finger presses against my core and he murmurs something.
I pull his hand away and point at his fingertips. They're a little moist but that's it. "Look, I need more than this if we're going to have sex." I glance around the hut, spot the water bowl, and get to my feet. "This is the most embarrassing demonstration ever," I mutter to myself as I scoop a handful of water and move to his side. I pour it back over his fingers and demonstrate again, pointing at his now wet s
kin and then pointing at my pussy. "These two things need to be alike, hombre."
If he understands, it's slow to dawn on him, and it just reinforces my thought that he's a virgin, somehow, even though he's utterly smoking hot. He rubs the water between his fingers and glances at me. "M'rsl…ltk?"
"Okay, sure. I need ltk, whatever that is." I point at his hand, then at myself, and repeat the word. "Ltk. Ltk." Thank god we're in private. My face feels like it's burning with embarrassment, and there's still a look of unease on his face as he studies his hand and tries to figure out what I'm telling him. I hop to my feet, grab another handful of water, and then pour it over his straining cock.
He jumps to his feet, exclaiming something that sounds unpleasant.
"Sorry! It's just…I'm trying to show you!" I point at my pussy. "M'rsl needs to be wet. Ltk." Then I point at his dick. "T'chai."
Realization crosses his face. He gestures with both his hands, indicating something large. "T'chai?" Then he moves his hands closer together, indicating small. "M'rsl?"
Close enough. I nod. "Yeah. Big things need to be eased in and it helps if I’m wet.”
A smug look of pride crosses his face, and I resist the urge to laugh. Typical man. Being told he's got too big of a dick feeds his ego. Of course it does. He murmurs a few things, gesturing at the water and then giving me a questioning look. He wants to know how to make me wet.
Definitely a virgin. If he wasn't, he'd already know the answer to that. I don't care how different alien bodies are, he'd understand giving a woman pleasure, and I don't think it's a macho sort of thing. He genuinely seems interested.
"Foreplay," I tell him. "Kissing. Touching."
Of course, telling him these things isn't going to work. I'm going to have to show him. I gesture that he should sit down again, and move closer when he does. I brush his long, gorgeous hair off his shoulders and lean in, tipping his chin up with a light touch. When he tilts his head, I brush my mouth over his.
He jerks back, startled.
"Ltk," I whisper, sliding my fingers along his jaw as I lean in again. "This'll definitely help make me wet. Wait and see."
I kiss him again, light and careless. I don't want to push too hard, in case he finds kissing me unappealing, but I already like this far too much. He tastes like saltwater and warmth, and his lips are soft under mine despite the fact that his mouth always looks like it's set into a hard line. I love the dichotomy of it, and I love that he's got a hint of soft, downy beard hair cupping his jaw. It's like the sexiness of scruff without the scratchiness of it.
When he remains still, I kiss him again. And again. I can't tell if he likes my touch or just tolerates it, so I lift my head and study his expression, waiting.
"M'rsl," he murmurs, then touches his mouth with his fingertips. He reaches out and touches his fingertips to my lips, as if feeling how soft they are, and it sends a quiver of heat through my belly.
"That was a kiss," I whisper to him. "And I really, really like kissing."
"Ltk," he murmurs, watching me.
"Getting there." I put my arms around his neck and slide into his lap, straddling him. "Can we kiss more?"
He leans in toward me in silent request, and more words aren't necessary. T'chai's hands go to my hips, and he holds me against him, the hard length of his cock pressed between our bodies. I'm not normally this bold—in fact, I'm pretty much the opposite of bold—but something about knowing T'chai is destined to be mine makes it easier. We're two halves. Soulmates. Media naranjas, as my mother would say. We're perfect for each other. So I'm absolutely going to be bold with him because it benefits both of us.
His mouth meets mine again, our noses bumping, and I chuckle. That's so damn adorable. T'chai smiles, too, and his hands slide up my back, caressing me. It feels so good that I let out a little sigh, and when his mouth presses against mine again, I decide to take things to the next level. I kiss him again, sucking lightly on his lower lip. "I'm going to avoid thinking about the fish heads you ate earlier," I whisper, "and focus on how good you feel. Because maybe it's the cootie, but you feel amazing."
I take his lower lip into my mouth and suck on it, pulling back until it stretches between us in the most blatant way. He groans, his eyes closing, and his fingers dig into my skin.
"More kissing," I whisper, and drag my tongue over his open mouth before he can speak again.
He jerks back in surprise, looking at me with a stunned expression.
"Do your people not kiss? At all?" I brush my fingers over his mouth. "Should I stop?"
T'chai studies my face, as if trying to determine if I meant to do that on purpose. After a moment, he grunts and pulls me close, licking lightly at my mouth.
"Can I show you how?" I whisper. "It's been a while but I'm an excellent kisser." I was the girl in high school (okay, and college) that always had a boyfriend. Most of the relationships weren't all that serious, but oh, I love a good kissing session. I love losing myself in the embrace of my partner and letting the world around me disappear. I love all kisses—wet or dry, deep and intense or light and flirty. I love the intimacy of it, the slicking of tongues, the feel of your partner's breath against your skin.
Best of all, just a little bit of kissing gets me utterly horny and ridiculously wet.
T'chai rubs his nose against mine, nipping at my lower lip, and I moan at the sensation. Oh, that's so good. He has sharp canines, and when they drag against my lip, it adds another level to the sensations, one that makes me quiver deep in my belly. I brush my fingers over his jaw as I let my mouth settle on his, and when his lips part under mine, I dart my tongue into his mouth. It's nothing more than a tease, a possibility of what's to come, but he groans and clutches me tighter, murmuring my name and pulling me in closer.
He's absolutely down for more kissing and I'm thrilled.
With a mixture of lighter kisses and flicks of my tongue, I take control of our makeout session. I kiss T'chai, focusing on pleasure more than anything else. I slick my tongue against his because it feels good. I trace his lower lip with my teeth because it feels good. I kiss him deep and hard because oh, dios, it feels amazing. And when I pull back, breathless, to assess what he thinks, he immediately pulls me back in again, his mouth covering mine.
This time, T'chai takes control of the kiss. It's not flirty and light like when I use my tongue. T'chai's kiss is a conquering stabbing of his tongue, artless and enthusiastic, and I try to gentle him and steer him with whimpers and flicks of my tongue, to show him what I like. It takes a little time, but when he slicks his tongue deep into my mouth, it hits me just right and I whimper at how good it feels. His demanding thrusts turn gentler, just as deep and conquering but not nearly as invasive, and by the time we break, panting, I'm practically wriggling in his lap with arousal.
The student has become the teacher very, very quickly.
"M'rsl," he murmurs, brushing a lock of hair back from my face. His gaze goes to my mouth, and I imagine my mouth is swollen and wet from our intense kisses.
"You can call me Mari." Not that he understands me. I touch one of his sweeping horns experimentally, curious about them. "Are these sensitive? Do they feel good?"
When he looks nonplussed at my touch, I suppose they're like horns on earth animals—nothing but hard keratin and not much else. I let my fingers drift over his long, thick hair, and then down his shoulder and arm. I enjoy touching him far too much. I continue touching him, fascinated at how warm and soft his skin is, despite the fact that he’s nothing but hard muscle.
And nakedness. He’s really, really naked, and the protruding length of his cock rises between us, as if begging to be touched. I want to—oh man, how I want to—but I need him to touch me first. I suspect that if I put my hands on his cock, he’s going to forget all about getting Mari turned on and just ride me like a pony.
The thought…isn’t a terrible one and I squeeze my thighs together tightly.
“M’rsl,” he breathes, pulling me into his l
ap.
I stiffen, not sure where he’s going with this, but he just presses me against his chest, as if fascinated with our skin to skin contact. T’chai rubs a big hand up and down my back, petting me, and…okay, that feels pretty damn good. I close my eyes and rest my head on his shoulder, sighing with pleasure.
“M’rsl.” He slides his hand down my spine, then cups my ass.
“Mari,” I whisper. God, his touch feels good. “You can call me Mari.”
His hand strokes down the cleft of my ass and then sweeps over my thigh. He’s touching me all over, in repeated motions, just learning the feel of me and holding me against his chest. I put my hands on his skin, ever-aware of his cock pressing against my thigh, and look up at him. He’s watching me with intense, hooded eyes, and then leans down to press a light kiss to my mouth.
I tilt my face toward his, a silent request for more, and then we’re kissing again, even as his hands move all over my skin, desperate and possessive. Involuntarily, I rock my hips along his thigh, and I can feel his groan of response move through him, just as I feel the humming of his khui. It’s sexy and wild, just like this alien man, and I want more.
I take one of his big hands and put it on my breast. His kiss deepens, becomes more eager even as he palms my tits. He squeezes and flexes, as if trying to figure out what feels good, and then his thumb moves over my nipple, sending lightning through my body. I gasp, rocking against him again.
“M’rsl,” he murmurs, and then he’s utterly focused on my nipple, toying with the point of it until I’m digging my fingers into his skin, kissing him desperately as he makes me crazy with his touch.
He bites lightly on my lower lip, and then his hand skates toward my belly. He moves fast, but I don’t mind, as long as he’s touching me. I decide to show him what I like, though, taking his hand and guiding it to my folds. I stroke his finger up and down through the crease of my pussy, and then push it toward the entrance to my core.
T’chai groans, his startled gaze moving to mine. “Ltk.”