Mari's Mistake - Ruby Dixon Page 0,60

my back.

For the first time in a very long time, I actually want to touch him back. I don't mind the caresses, the snuggles, any of it. I feel good, and loose, and I want to do the same for him. So I tug at his glove, and when I pull it off his hand, I put it on mine.

He chuckles at the size of it, dwarfing my hand. "I think you need one more your size."

"This one will do just fine for what I want," I say lightly, and get to my knees. I turn around so I'm facing him, and as I do, I get the pot of lotion and add a generous smear onto the palm of the glove, greasing it up. T'chai watches me with hungry, fascinated eyes as I reach for the laces on his leggings with my free hand.

"You want to…" he asks.

"Yes." I tug his leggings down, exposing the hard length of him. He's a fascinating deeper blue here, his cock flushed with his arousal. The ridges on his length are coated with pre-cum that's dribbled down from the thick head, and he's so erect the slightest movement makes his entire length twitch in response. I consider toying with his spur before moving on to the main event, but if he's anything like, oh, every other man in the universe, he doesn't care about foreplay. He just wants my hand on his dick. So I take the glove and wrap my slick hand around his length and smile at him. "Your turn."

His eyelids flutter as if he can't quite believe what he's hearing, but the moment my hand is on him, nothing else matters. I love the shudder of his breath and the way he reaches for me, as if he needs to touch me even as I pleasure him. I run the glove up and down his ribbed shaft, greasing it up before I start a quick, rough rhythm designed to get him off. His hands curl against my shoulders, and I don't care that he's touching me without a glove. It's not about me right now, it's about him. I'm fascinated with watching his face as I work his cock, the play of emotions that moves over him, the blatant hunger in his expression, the way his jaw tightens as he gets close.

T'chai looks up at me as he comes, his seed hot as it spatters on my lower arms and across my skin. Even though I'm working him with a glove, this feels like the most intimate moment we've ever had, and when he gives me a shy, almost hesitant smile, my heart melts all over again.

I love him, and I love this. If this is what we're meant to have, I'll take it.

17

T'CHAI

No male has ever woken up in a better mood than me. I smile into the cold air, not caring that my breath puffs into a frozen cloud, even inside our hut. At my side, Mari is draped over my chest, her mouth slightly open in her sleep as she drools a puddle onto my tunic. We pleasured each other last night. The thought fills me with joy, and I cannot stop smiling. We pleasured each other, and then we dressed and I put new gloves on, and we held each other and talked until it was late. She slept at my side, and I do not care that I slept with layers covering every bit of my skin. I slept with my mate, and she did not pull away, and that is all that matters.

I roll onto my side and wrap myself around her, tucking her close for just a bit longer. Mari yawns and twitches against me, then rolls onto her back, smacking her lips. "Bring me back some food?"

"Are you sleeping in?"

"Mmm." She pushes her face a little deeper into the blankets and I envy them. I want to be the one she buries herself against. But I can bring her food, at least.

I touch her one last time, not minding that I am wearing gloves to do so, rubbing her hips and bottom until she smiles in her sleep. Once I see that, I reluctantly pull myself from the furs and build a small fire so it will not be cold when she emerges from our nest. I think of last night, my heart filled with warmth, and realize there is much to do today. I must talk to A'tar about flying us