Mari's Mistake - Ruby Dixon Page 0,16
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