Page 31 of Caveman Alien's Heat
“Don’t stop,” I plead, voice cracking. “Please don’t stop.”
The furs shift as he lowers himself, broad shoulders parting my thighs wider. Warm darkness envelops me as he disappears beneath them, taking the last of the cold air with him. Everything narrows to heat,hisheat, his breath fanning over mydripping sex, the first deliberate press of his wide, rough palms pinning my hips so I can’t escape what he’s about to do.
The first touch of his tongue is devastating.
Flat and slow, he licks a long, luxurious stripe from my entrance to my clit, gathering my wetness like he’s starving for it. I jerk so hard the furs slide, a choked moan tearing out before I can stop it.
I clamp a hand over my mouth, eyes squeezing shut.
He stills for half a heartbeat, then does it again, slower, filthier, letting the flat of his tongue drag over every sensitive ridge and fold, savoring me. When he reaches my clit he circles it once, twice, then sucks it gently between his lips and flicks the very tip with a rapid, teasing flutter.
My hips buck involuntarily. “Oh…fuck…”
He groans against me, the vibration shooting straight through my core. One thick forearm bands across my lower belly, pinning me down while his other hand slides beneath my ass, lifting me so he can angle deeper. His tongue spears inside me, hot, wet, insistent, fucking me with slow, curling strokes while the bridge of his nose grinds against my swollen clit.
I’m shaking already.
Every nerve feels raw, exposed, unbearably awake. I twist in the furs, thighs trembling around his head, trying to stay quiet, trying to stay still, failing miserably.
“They’ll hear,” I gasp, voice wrecked.
His only answer is to tighten his grip on my hip, holding me exactly where he wants me, and double down. He switches totight, relentless circles around my clit, fast, then slow, then fast again, until my whole body is strung tight, muscles quivering, breath coming in shallow, desperate pants.
I grab blindly for anything to anchor me and find a strip of leather near the bedding. I shove it between my teeth, biting down hard as another thick wave of pleasure rolls through me.
It only makes everything sharper. Hotter.
He growls low in approval at the muffled sound, then seals his mouth over my clit and sucks, hard, rhythmic, pulsing suction that matches the frantic beat of my heart. At the same time two thick fingers slide inside me, curling upward, stroking that perfect spot while his tongue lashes without mercy.
My back arches off the furs. My teeth sink deeper into the leather. A high, broken whimper escapes anyway.
He doesn’t let up.
The rhythm he builds is unhurried but ruthless, long licks, filthy open-mouthed kisses, sudden hard sucks, fingers pumping in perfect counterpoint. He’s learning me in real time, listening to every hitch in my breathing, every involuntary twitch of my hips, every stifled cry I can’t quite swallow.
The coil inside me winds tighter, hotter, unbearable.
I can feel it coming. Too big, too fast, too much. My thighs clamp around his ears. My fingers fist in the furs so hard my knuckles ache. My whole body locks up, trembling on the edge.
He knows.
He growls against my clit “Give it to me”. The words vibrate straight through me, and then he sucks hard at the samemoment his fingers crook and press relentlessly against that spot inside.
The release detonates.
It rips through me like wildfire, sharp, blinding, and consuming. My vision whites out. My body convulses, inner walls clamping and fluttering around his fingers as wave after brutal wave crashes over me. I bite the leather until I taste salt and hide, muffling the raw, keening cry that wants to tear out of my throat. My hips jerk uncontrollably against his mouth; he doesn’t pull away. He drinks every shudder, every gush, licking me through it until I’m oversensitive and trembling and boneless.
When it finally ebbs I collapse back into the furs, chest heaving, skin slick with sweat, heart thundering so loud I’m sure the whole cave can hear it.
Nator’ax emerges slowly from beneath the pelts. His lips are glossy, chin wet, eyes dark and wild with hunger and pride. He licks his lips once, very deliberately, while holding my gaze.
Then he leans down and kisses me, deep and filthy, letting me taste myself on his tongue.
“Mine,” he whispers against my mouth.
And for this stolen heartbeat, with the aftershocks still rippling through me, I believe him.
A moment later, he emerges from beneath the furs, his eyes finding mine in the dim light.
