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I smoothed my hands down her ribs, over her flared hips and scooped her up to meet my lips. She gasped when I lifted her, so much smaller than me, and I slipped my tongue into the warmth of her mouth. Her spread legs hugged my ribs and my thumb skated over the smoothest fabric I’d ever touched as I held her weight with one hand.
“You’re so strong.” She leaned away to squeeze the muscles in my arms, and I flexed, preening like a firebird—the flashiest and most annoying bird on Yagras. Then her head dipped and her cheeks flushed. “I said that out loud, didn’t I? I’m a disgrace to human women.” Ginger laughed, and her hard nipples skimmed my chest. “I’m really not that shallow.”
Sucking her lower lip and releasing it, I teased, “But you like it, right?” I contracted my pectoral muscles until her nipples scraped against them once more. A mouthwatering red bloomed over the soft orbs. They were encased in shiny fabric that I craved to tear away but didn’t dare in case it was wrong.
I groaned as her four fingers traced the perimeter of my chest muscles before she leaned in to nip my lip. “They’re very impressive.”
Then I fell, lost in the heat of her mouth. In the way she sucked my lips as if they were the most savory meal she’d ever tasted. Her tongue glided over the nerves above my teeth, setting them alight. A sharp nip. A soft bite. My rattling rumba mixed with her soft moan. All of it turned my coil into an iron bar.
She ground her damp pelvis into my chest, and I thrust into the air. The lack of friction and the discomfort from mytightening pants set me on edge. I knew she wouldn’t turn me away. She needed my seed, but I didn’t want to make another mistake. My inexperience had me doubting my instincts. The last thing I wanted was to shame myself, like when I’d kissed her and she’d forced me away.
“Ginger, show me what you need.” I clutched her curvy bum cheeks, pressing her deeper into my chest. I craved her skin, not these smooth covers.
In a daze, she lifted her eyes to mine. “Wha…?” She massaged her thumb over my forehead ridge. “Try and relax. You’re doing great. Best kiss ever.”
Every muscle stood at attention, tense, the need to rut overwhelming.
Her eyes grew more focused, then concerned as she took in my rigid stance. “Okay, King Kong, I got you.” She pressed a kiss to my closed lips. “Put me down.” She petted my arm. “We’re both going to leave here happy.”
Reluctant to put her down and separate us, I forced myself to follow her husky coaxing.
“Would you like to take these off?” She waved a hand over her coverings.
“More than anything.” With quaking arms, I released the hook between her soft mounds, and the fabric fell open. Underneath, her pale skin was flushed red, and two pointed nipples the color of toasted sugar begged me to take a taste. Instead of devouring her with my mouth, I knelt before her, the soft moss sinking under my knees, and stripped away the swath of material between her legs.
At its most potent, Ginger’s linnea scent overwhelmed me, and my coil kicked against its constraints. “You smell like home.” My rumba rattled so hard I strained to hear Ginger’s whimpering response.
Her whimpers turned to pleas, and she clutched my shoulders. “JayJay…I need you to touch me.”
I ached to do just that. Pretty blue-green fabric rolled into a narrow strip as I dragged it down her legs, and I shoved it into my pocket when she stepped out. Ginger stretched out on the blankets, her whole body on display.
“Take your pants off.” Her raspy voice was filled with unneeded persuasion.
My heart pounded in my chest, and the need to claim her grew overwhelming. I squeezed my coil to blunt the need. In half a breath, my pants were off.
She gasped as my hard coil bobbed free, and the desire in her eyes mixed with fear. “Should’ve known you’d be a grower.”
I gave my coil a hard stroke, closed my eyes and lifted my chin toward the domed ceiling.Ancestors, guide me true in this and I will follow where your voices lead for always.
“Oh, no…I know what that scrunched-up forehead ridge means.” Ginger sat up, her mounds bouncing. “Get down here.” She swooshed her arm over the spot on the blanket beside her.
The soft moss gave way as I sat beside her, hip to hip, legs straight in front of me, coil jutting. A bolt of panic tightened my jaw as I eyed her tiny body next to mine. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” she soothed, climbing onto my lap. “I have an idea, but we might not get that whole beast in the first time.” She grinned while her light fingers massaged my forehead ridge.
Relaxing was the last thing on my mind. “But you need my seed.” I groaned as her stomach pressed against my coil.
I planted a hand behind me, tearing into the mossy floor. The tempting tuft of brown fur at the juncture of her legs brushed over my coil, and my legs shuddered against the rough blanket.
She shifted, placing her knees in the crooks of my thighs, and kissed me on the nose. “Quit worrying. Let me take care of this.”
Ginger reached down with one hand behind her and gripped the base of my coil, squeezing it. I bucked in her grip. Never in my life had something felt so good.
“Yep, this will work just fine.” The playful twinkle in her eye eased my worry by a fraction. “Give me your hand.”
I placed my palm in hers, three fingers meeting four.
“You’re going to get me ready,” she practically purred as she guided my finger through the springy tuft into the slippery, wet folds behind.
