Текст книги "Surviving Skarr"

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Chapter Twenty-Five

VIVI

I wake up in the middle of the night to a bitter chill. I sit up in the furs, my breath frosting in the air in front of me. The fire has died and taken most of the warmth in the hut with it. I can bundle up and tuck an extra fur around my feet, but I think of Skarr and his ssethri heritage. He probably needs the fire.

So I crawl over to the firepit to poke the coals and see if there are any alive.

Skarr is asleep in the mountain of furs on the other side of the fire pit, his back to me. If I’ve woken him, he gives no indication, the lump of blankets not moving at all with me stirring. I smile to myself, rebuilding the fire with a few more dung chips. I’ll have to go collect extras to make sure we have ample supply if Skarr needs them. I don’t mind—I like walking in the hills and snowy valleys beyond the cove.

Tonight was nice. After dinner, we sat around the fire and just talked. I asked him about his earliest memories, and I went over mine, too. He told me of some of his fights, and we discussed other skills that might be hiding in my memories. I’m excited to try to make skis, but Skarr doesn’t want a pair for himself.

“I like my feet on the ground.”

“You mean two feet deep in snow?” I teased.

He made a face at that.

But it was nice to just sit and talk the two of us, with no expectations for more than conversation. To be open and honest with each other instead of skirting around things. We haven’t yet talked more about resonance, or babies, or if we’ll seek out the healer. There’s time for all of that. For now it’s just nice to exist and not feel like I’m doing everything completely wrong.

I lean in and blow on the fire to build the flames, and accidentally knock my fire-poking-bone with my foot. It clatters on the stone floor, and I wince and look over at Skarr again.

No response. Not even a twitch.

For some reason, that worries me. I get to my feet and creep over to his side of the hut, shivering. The floor is like ice, the air ridiculously frigid. If I were back home I’d say a blizzard came in and we’re several degrees below zero, but it’s hard to tell without thermometers. I kneel next to Skarr as he sleeps and peel the layers of covers back. He’ll be annoyed I’ve woken him, but better safe than sorry. He rests inside the cocoon of blankets, one hand palm up next to his face.

I gently brush my fingers over his hand.

He feels like ice.

“Skarr?” I whisper, taking his hand in mine and squeezing it. “Are you okay?”

He doesn’t stir. My khui is humming at his nearness, but the hum isn’t the normal, frantic one. It’s slow and measured, and Skarr’s song is so faint I can barely hear it. I reach out and tap his cheek with my cold fingertips, expecting to meet warm skin.

He’s colder than I am. There’s no warmth to his flesh.

“Skarr?” I grab him and shake him, panicking. His head falls back, lolling, and I whimper. He can’t be dead. He can’t. I can hear his khui. I push him onto his back and press my ear to his chest. He’s still wearing multiple layers of clothing under the blankets, and yet it doesn’t seem like enough. His heart is beating, but the steady thump of it is sluggish, and I’m reminded that he’s part ssethri, and they’re cold blooded. I don’t know how that mingles with warm blood, but clearly not well.

He needs warmth.

I immediately grab my furs from my side of the hut and pile them atop him, then slide under the furs. Pressing myself against his side, I wrap my arms and legs around him, trying to share my warmth. It’s like hugging a corpse, and the only thing that stops me from panicking is the slow, slow thump of his heart under my hand and the even slower song of his khui.

“Wake up,” I whisper in his ear. “Please wake up so I know you’re all right.”

Skarr continues to be limp in my grasp, and I fret that I’m not getting him enough body heat. Does he need more, or am I too late? Should I undress to share skin-to-skin warmth? After a few moments of indecision, I decide yes, I need to undress him. I roll him onto his back again and tug at his leather clothing, pulling ties open and revealing cold green skin. I manage to get his thick overwraps and tunic open, but I can’t get the clothes off his arms without flipping him again, so I abandon them for his pants.

I blush as I undo his belt and tug the pants down his legs. His groin is smooth, no sign of two cocks anywhere, and I remember how they seemed as if they sprang into my hand when I touched him. Lizards back home don’t have dangling dicks (at least not that I’m aware of) so it must be tucked inside his body somehow.

Once he’s as naked as I can get him, I toss his leathers aside and then strip mine off. I press my bare body to his, wrapping a leg at his waist and rolling our joined bodies onto the side again, with his back to the fire and his front pressed to me. This is better, I think. I hold him tight, sliding my hands underneath his open tunic and caressing his back. My khui is loving this—the purr grows louder with every breath I take, but I’m far more concerned with Skarr waking up than with fulfilling resonance.

“Skarr?” I try again when his flesh feels as if it’s warming. “Can you hear me?”

To my intense relief, his eyelids flutter, and he seems to shake himself awake. “Vivi?”

“Yes! Good! You’re here!” I tighten my arms around him, hugging him close. “I was so worried.”

“Tired,” he murmurs thickly, his eyes closing again. “Are…you naked?”

“I think the cold is affecting you.” I press myself closer to him. “Your body was like ice.”

“Bah. ’m…strong.”

“The strongest,” I agree softly. “Now go to sleep. I’ll stay here and make sure you stay warm.”

He nods and tucks his head against my neck, nuzzling his face against the curve of my throat. He breathes in deep and then sighs with contentment, drifting back to sleep.

I stay where I am, stroking my hand up and down his bare back, my legs twined with his. I should be overheated with the fire going like it is and the sheer number of blankets, but Skarr’s body seems determined to bleed away heat. We’ll have to figure something out, and I mentally debate fur-lined sleeping bags with room for two and fuzzy boots and gloves for him.

I don’t sleep for most of the night, getting up occasionally to tend to the fire and just holding Skarr close. I don’t think I’m in love with him, but he’s become a friend, and I’m not going to let anything happen to him. The wind tears at the hut, whistling through a few chinks in the walls, and I’m grateful to be inside with Skarr. I can’t imagine how he would have handled being in the cave. I don’t think he would have liked waking up to cuddling with Kyth or Valmir or Chalath. Jason, maybe.

The thought makes me giggle.

The wind stops howling, replaced by a soft quiet that reminds me of snow. I bet if I look outside, I’ll see a white blanket of snow covering everything except the slushy waves of the sea. Skarr sleeps heavily, his face nuzzled against my neck and then later sliding to rest against my breasts as he burrows deeper into the blankets. Definitely a sleeping bag of some kind, I decide, my mind drowsy.

Maybe one with sleeves for him…

And mittens…

I wake up to the sound of a low groan and lips brushing over the curve of my breast. A whimper of pleasure escapes my throat and I dig my fingers into Skarr’s soft hair. “You’re awake?”

“I’m angrier that I slept through this,” he breathes against my skin. “Your teats are magnificent. Have I slept against them all night?”

“Mmmm…more or less.” His mouth feels good against my skin, and I rub my fingers against his scalp, not wanting to ruin this drowsy, delicious moment. “You were too cold.”

“Warm now.” His tongue slithers over the tip of my breast. “So warm now. Can I touch you?”

It occurs to me that he already is, that asking for permission at this point is like asking to let the horse out of the barn once it’s already in the pasture. But it feels good to press against him, and his mouth against my skin feels even better, so I make a sound of assent and steer his head toward my breast.

Skarr groans, capturing my nipple in his mouth and sucking on the tight bud of it. His hands roam over my back, pulling me tighter against him as he teases my breast. He sucks on the tip until it’s hard and aching, and then teases his long, slender tongue against it. I’m not certain, but I think the very tip of his tongue is forked, and the idea of what a forked tongue will feel like sends an erotic curl of heat straight to my groin.

Something hot and protruding bumps against my backside, followed by another bump.

“Ignore that,” Skarr murmurs against my breast, his teeth lightly scoring the curve.

“Wh-what is it?”

“I extruded,” he says, and then turns his head to toy with my other breast.

My breath hitches as he nips the tip and then soothes it with flicks of his tongue. I rock my hips against him, and sure enough, I can feel the thick heat of his cocks pressing against my backside. Now that the shock of it has gone away, I’m curious what two cocks will look like…and more importantly, what they’ll feel like. So I slide down against him, circling my hips and trying to drag against the parts he just told me to ignore.

Skarr hisses against my breast, glancing up at me. His eyes are sultry with arousal, and as I stare down at him, he rolls my nipple against his tongue. It’s forked, all right. “I thought you did not like my cocks, Vivi.”

“They’re growing on me.”

“They are indeed.” He rubs up against me, and it feels like one large thick rod of flesh pressing against my backside.

“That’s not what I meant,” I say, but I smile and cup his face in my hands. “How do you feel?”

“Like I just won a tournament.” He rubs his mouth against my breast. “Now I think I should have fought harder when a female prize was up for the winning.”

“I’m going to choose to be flattered by that,” I tell him, stroking a hand over his skin. There’s a bumpy line of scales up his spine, but other than that, he feels smooth and supple. “But I meant how do you feel this morning. Is the cold bothering you?”

“My cocks are cold. We should find a warm place to put them.”

I roll my eyes and snort-giggle. That might be the worst pick-up line ever. “I guess you feel better if you’re saying shit like that.” I stroke his soft hair back from his face, searching his gaze. “You sure you’re all right? I was really worried last night.”

He presses another kiss to my nipple, then reluctantly drags his gaze from it, looking up at me. “I don’t remember very much of last night. Just that it was cold and it was hard to move. The ssethri are a warm-weather people.”

I’ll bet they are. “Unfortunately for you, you landed on a cold-weather planet.”

“I do not feel very unfortunate right now,” he says, and rocks his body against mine again. This time I distinctly feel the heads of two separate cocks drag against my skin. “In fact, I am quite content.”

“Are you?” I can’t resist a smile. It’s hard to try and stay focused on worrying over him when he’s clearly amorous. “Just for the record, we’re not having sex.”

“This is not sex, no. This is just enjoyable.” He buries his face between my breasts and makes a happy sound.

I chuckle again, sliding my hand to his front. “Maybe you should stay in the hut today. It sounds like we had some weather blow in and I don’t think you should go out.”

That makes him lift his head and frown at me. “And let the others know of my weakness?”

“We won’t let them know anything,” I say. “We’ll tell them we’re getting to know each other because of resonance. No one will bat an eye.”

“Mmm.” He sounds unconvinced.

“I’ll tell them the cold bothers me and you’re going to keep me company. It’s a bait and switch. If anyone suspects anything, they’ll think I’m the weak one,” I say, my tone encouraging. Maybe if I put it like it’s a battle strategy, he’ll be fine with it.

But the thought brings more displeasure to his face. Skarr frowns deeply at me. “No one should think you are weak. I don’t like that at all. They should know that you are clever, and capable, and—”

I put my fingers over his lips. “Yes, yes, and the best female on the planet.”

He nods against my fingers.

“It’s just a fake out. Truth is, I don’t want you going out in the snow today. Okay? I want you to stay here in the warmth with me. Listen to how quiet it is outside. Everything’s buried in snow and that muffles sound. Until we can tell how you handle the intense cold, it’s better to stay close.” I tap his nose. “Remember that we’re a team. We have to do what is best for the team.”

He considers for a long moment and then gazes down at my bare breasts again. “Will you stay naked?”

“To share warmth? Probably. Skin to skin is best.”

Skarr brightens. “Then I think I should stay, yes.”

I don’t even care that he’s being obvious. I’m pretty obvious, too. All that matters is that he’s not going out in this mess and we’ll stay inside, where it’s warm and safe. “I’ll go get the morning meal and you can get the evening one. Deal?”

He grumbles, but I get my way.

Chapter Twenty-Six

SKARR

The cold of this world presents a problem. I’ve always valued my ssethri blood in the past. Ssethri are canny, strong fighters with malleable joints and impeccable dexterity. But all of my battles in the past have been in temperate climes, on warm arena sands.

I am not a creature for an ice world.

Vivi is realizing this, and her face is full of worry this morning. She dressed in layers of leathers to go get food, her gaze on me the entire time. I watched her teats jiggle with appreciation until they were covered, trying to hide the fact that I do find it quite cold without the warmth of her body against mine. Even the layers of blankets and the fire aren’t helping much. My fingers feel like ice, but I do not want to admit this to Vivi.

“I will keep the fire going,” is all I say. “And when you get back we will kiss more.”

She smiles at me and then ducks out of the hut, and the chill that comes in just that small lift of the flap is enough to send me huddling back under the furs. I watch my breath frost in the air and hate that I must hide away. What if Chalath demands a rematch this day? What if hunters are needed to get another inevitable khui for Kyth?

I cannot stay inside forever.

The interior of the hut seems to grow colder by the moment with Vivi gone. I poke at the fire, but I do not have the skill with it that she does, and it does not feel like I am doing anything to help it. I stab a frozen cake of fuel and toss it onto the coals, but even that does not seem to help. She has been gone for a long time. I pull the furs tighter around me, moving closer to the fire. What if something has happened to her? What if she got lost on the small stretch of beach between this hut and the main fire? Why was I a fool who decided to build her hut so far down the shore?

I need to go after her, I decide. Clutching the warmest furs to my skin, I drag them across the hut with me to retrieve my leather pants, and then my boots. I pull one boot onto my foot—

–and the door flap swings open, letting in frigid air and a swirl of snow.

“Whew!” Vivi says as she comes back in, her arms laden. “It is cold out there!”

“It is cold in here, too,” I grumble, but I notice her cheeks are flushed pink and she is smiling. She likes the cold weather, and I feel a sharp stab of despair. Perhaps I am not the best mate for her after all.

“Good news. There’s a blizzard,” she tells me cheerfully, shifting a pack off her shoulders and setting it onto the floor of the hut.

“Why is that good news?”

“Because it means that this sort of weather isn’t the norm. It’s the outlier.” She tosses down a few more furs and unhooks a couple of bulging bags at her belt. “There’s no community fire this morning. Gail flagged me down when I was heading toward it and invited me into their hut for a few minutes. They gave me some supplies since they figured we didn’t have any and told us to hole up like everyone else. No one’s going anywhere.”

She seems pleased by this statement, even as she busily pulls a few large sticks out and starts to set them up at the edges of the fire pit.

“I should have helped you with all this,” I grumble, flexing my hand under the blankets. It aches, just like my feet and the tip of my tail do. Actually, everything aches with cold right now.

“I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself,” Vivi replies, bending the poles to lash them into a tripod. “You can help prep the food if you like. I have some dried meat and roots and we’re going to make a hot stew. Gail also gave me a skin full of tea, though it might be lukewarm by now. Did you know there’s a shell here that looks like a funnel? I’m going to have to find one for myself. Handy little thing. It made getting the tea in the skin really easy.”

She’s talkative this morning, and I can’t help but feel more like a useless fool at her side. “I can make the food,” I grumble, and dig through the packs. There are two different kinds of roots in the first pack, and I pick the first one up, holding it out to her. “This root?”

Vivi takes it from me, and as she does, her fingers brush mine. “Skarr, you’re like ice again!”

“Am I?”

I watch as she immediately strips off her clothing, her lips pursed with focus. She flings her tunic aside, revealing her pretty, bouncy little teats again and then her boots and leggings come off. I open one corner of the furs, inviting her in, and I love that she immediately sprawls against me, pressing her warm—so keffing warm—body against mine.

Groaning with the pleasure of it, I immediately extrude again, like a foolish boy. “Ignore that.”

She chuckles and slides her arms around my neck, tilting her face toward mine. I kiss her, brushing my lips against hers, and her tongue teases against mine. For a long moment, the world is silent as Vivi kisses me, all hot, wet mouth and thrumming khui. When she pulls away, she lets out a little sigh of pleasure and wriggles against my throbbing cocks. “Better now?”

“If I say yes, are you going to get up?” I pull her closer so I can feel her nipples drag against my skin. They get tight and hard when I touch her, little pebbles of flesh that I’m just dying to take into my mouth again. “Because if that is the case, no. I am frozen solid and need your body against mine at all times.”

My joke lands poorly. Her smile turns into a line of worry, and this time when she runs her hands over me, there is no desire to it, only fear. My cocks shrivel and threaten to slide back into my body. “Skarr, I want you to tell me when the cold bothers you. I don’t want to get into the same situation like we did last night.”

“Last night, when I woke up with my mouth upon your teats? I did not mind that.”

Her expression hardens. “Last night when you were so cold and unresponsive I thought you were dead.”

Her tone is as wintry as the landscape, and my cocks retreat fully. “I am not weak—”

“It’s not about weakness! It’s about knowing your vulnerabilities so they can be accounted for!”

“Bah. I have no vulnerabilities.”

Her nostrils flare and she looks enraged. “You’re being a stubborn ass and I want to kick you right now.”

“You want to spar?” I am not sure I will be at my best, but if Vivi wishes to try me out, I will go easy on her.

“No, I just want to inflict damage because you’re making me angry.” She presses her fingers to my face, testing my skin, and then gets up again, unfolding her long legs. Her teats tighten to pricks of pink in the chill of the hut, and she adds a few more cakes to the fire and finishes the tripod.

I remain quiet, because I do not know how to appease an angry female. Nothing in my arena training has prepared me for this. I know how to put an opponent in a headlock, not how to make them smile at me. I need more of the resonance mind control, like I’rec suggested. Presents work, and pleasuring her.

Ah, I should pleasure Vivi. I eye her naked, shivering body as she chops food for the stew. I try to help with the knife, but she glares at me so hard that I pull my hand back. I offer her a fur to wrap over her shoulders instead, and this she takes—but glares at me anyhow.

Pleasure, definitely, I think. She liked it when I licked her teats, but it did not make her cry out like Flor did when I’rec was touching her. Then again, Flor screamed that she was sitting upon his face. So he could tongue her cunt? He mentioned that before, as well. I lick my lips, eyeing Vivi’s lean form as she stands. There’s a teasing little tuft of hair over the cleft of her cunt, hiding everything from my sight.

I bet I could lick her there and she wouldn’t scowl at me.

But if she doesn’t come to join me under the furs again, how will I get her to lie down? Should I tackle her and twist her into a leg lock? I contemplate the grappling moves I know, looking for one that hurts the least and will still have the desired result of prying her legs apart.

Females are so complicated.

“Here,” she says, interrupting my thoughts. She thrusts the waterskin toward me, the contents sloshing. “This is the tea Gail made. It might still be warm. Drink it while the stew is heating.”

“You should come and drink some, too,” I encourage, pulling out the plug of waterproofed leather that fits in the mouth of the skin. I tilt it back and grimace at the taste of the tea. It’s warm, all right, but it also tastes like leaves. Not my favorite. I hold it out to Vivi and she gestures that I should drink again.

“I’m mad at you,” Vivi says when I lower the skin. “I’m mad at you and I’m trying to remind myself that you don’t think the way I do, so I’m going to talk about it instead of turning and leaving like I want to do.”

My eyes widen and I automatically reach for her. “I don’t want you to leave.”

She tries to pull out of my grasp, retreating away a bit. “I don’t want to leave either, but Skarr…remember when I broke my finger and you looked out for me? You being affected by the cold is no different than that broken finger. If we really are a team and we’re going to look out for each other, that means you have to let me look out for you, too.”

“But this is different.”

“How is it different?”

I stop the words before I say them. It’s different because it is happening to me will just make her angry. I know her well enough now to realize this. “Because I am supposed to protect you as your mate.”

“What about me? Can’t I protect you? We’re supposed to be equals. That’s what a partner is.”

Frowning I imagine a scenario where Vivi might be able to “protect” me. I imagine us in the arena, with opponents rushing toward us, and a hot stab of fear makes it impossible to think straight. I do not want her anywhere near that. I certainly do not want her standing at my side, toe to toe. She should never be in danger, not when I’m around. “I…I don’t know.”

She tilts her head at me, her expression exasperated. “I can take care of myself, Skarr. You have to trust that—and trust me—if we’re partners. Do you trust me?”

I know what the right answer is, and yet I don’t know that I can give it. “I am trying. I do trust you.”

“But not enough to sit back when I say sit back?”

I hesitate again, because it goes against everything I am to “sit back” and let someone else take care of things. I am always in the lead. I am the instigator. It is how I have been trained. Yet Vivi does not seem pleased with this, and I desperately want to please her. “I will…try? How far back must I sit?”

Her lips twitch and she gives me an exasperated smile. “Please try. I trust you, you know.”

“You do?”

She nods. “You’ve proved yourself to me. Apparently I have farther to go to impress you.”

It wounds me that she thinks she is not perfect in my eyes…and yet this is the opportunity to sway her thoughts, to use the mind control that I’rec hinted at. “If you trust me, then we should wrestle.”

Confusion moves over her face and Vivi straightens, putting the last of the vegetables into the pot to let them cook. “I’m sorry, what?”

“We should wrestle,” I state again.

“Like…to get blood flowing? Or is this some sort of ceremonial thing?”

“No, nothing like that.” I hold my hand out to her and get to my feet. My breath puffs white in the air and I immediately want to return my naked body to the blankets, but this will not take long. Vivi has said herself that she is no fighter, and I have no wish to truly wrestle. It is simply to get my way. “I will not hurt you. We will be quick. You trust me, right?”

I can see on her face that she feels cornered. Her skepticism is plain to see, but if she backs out, she has made a liar of herself. Her jaw clenches, but she puts her hand in mine. “I trust you, but if this is a trick, I’m going to be really upset with you.”

“You will like wrestling.” I give her my best smile and shift my feet on the icy floor. “Just tell me to yield if you are uncomfortable, but I know I will not harm you. I am an expert.”

Vivi looks around the hut. “Okay, well, how do we want to do this?”

“We should seat ourselves, perhaps in the furs. The goal is to end up on the floor anyhow.” I sit down on the furs and toss one over my lap to warm my legs and tail, and give her an encouraging look.

“Floor wrestling?” Her brows go up, but she sits across from me, resting on her knees, and then gestures that she is ready.

This is too easy.

I loop an arm around her waist and rock our bodies backward. It is clear that she has no idea how to block me, because the moment one of her legs goes up, I push it aside with my knee. She is on her back with one swift move, and in the next one, her legs are spread and pushed against her chest, her feet near her ears.

And she is beautifully spread out for me to enjoy.

“I won,” I tell her, stating the obvious as her eyes go wide. I pin her legs with one arm and run a hand down her flank. Just touching her makes arousal flare through me. “Can I lick your cunt now?”

She stares up at me in surprise. “Is that what this is about?”

“Among other things.” I trail my fingers up and down her leg and she shivers. “So…can I?”

Vivi wriggles in my clutches. “You know you can just ask me? There’s no need to throw wrestling in.”

“I am asking now. Can I?”

She goes still, her cheeks flushing with color. “If you want to.”

Oh, I do. I am salivating at the thought of it. The scent of her body is all around me, so heady I can taste it in the air. I smell the musk of her scent and the heat of her skin, and I want to put my mouth all over her. I lean over her, rubbing my face against the inside of one thigh and groaning as I drink in her scent.

She shivers, and I immediately sit up. Blankets. Furs. We need warmth. I do not want to freeze my tail off while I pleasure her. “Stay there.”

While Vivi sputters, I toss the blankets over her body and burrow under them for warmth. Now I am trapped under here with her, and her scent soaks my surroundings. My mouth waters again, and I run my mouth along her soft, soft skin. I like this. I like her scent and her naked body. I like being able to put my mouth all over her. My khui is singing loudly, demanding that we mate, but it will have its due soon enough. For now I simply want to pleasure my female.

I think this means my mind is fully under control, but I do not care. Let me be a slave to her whims. I will gladly do whatever Vivi wants, so long as I can taste her.

My tongue slips from my mouth and I lick the delicate bend of her leg where it meets her cunt. She sucks in a breath and goes still under me, one of her hands straying to my hair. She twines her fingers there and makes a soft sound in her throat. It sounds like encouragement. Good. I want to be good at this. I want to be the best, so she knows I am the perfect mate for her. I need to pleasure her so fiercely and so well that she wants nothing more than to stay in the furs with me forever.

The thought is such an enticing one that I bury my face between her thighs and lick.

Vivi jumps, her body jerking with surprise. A little squeal escapes her, hand tightening in my hair, but the sound just encourages me. She is sensitive here. I lick her, moving my tongue over her cunt and folds with long, sweeping strokes. Kef me, her taste. It’s incredible. Why did no one say that licking your female’s cunt would be so addictive? No wonder I’rec has his mate sit on his face—he is wasting no time and going straight to the source. Smart male.

I wrap one arm around her hip, circling the top of her thigh and anchoring her in place so I can focus my attention on the slick heat of her cunt. The hair that teasingly hides her cunt from me is springy and thick with her scent, and I nuzzle it before returning to long, lapping strokes of her cunt with my tongue. There is so much to explore here. Her folds are irregular, some longer than the others, and frame the cleft of her sex enticingly. The entrance to her body is flushed a deeper shade and enticingly wet. I tease it with the tip of my tongue, and love when she whimpers and jumps. There is a nodule at the apex of her slit, but I am not certain what it does for her—my memories do not provide anything on human anatomy. I touch it with my tongue, circling around it—and a ragged whimper escapes her.

Fascinating. I tap it again, and she lets out another choked moan.

Perhaps this is like the head of the cock for her, where she is most sensitive. This is fascinating, and I lick her again, loving the taste of her on my tongue. “I could stay here all day, I think.”

That makes Vivi moan again, and she arches her hips against my tongue. “God, you’re killing me.”

I pause, lifting my head. That doesn’t sound good. “Should I stop?”

“No!” She tugs on my hair, dragging my face back down against her cunt. “Keep going. Touch my clit.”

So bossy. I love when she is demanding and confident. “I will, if you point out which part is a clit.”

She makes a choked sound and then her hand steals down her belly, pushing past my face. She teases a circle around the nodule with one fingertip, and her breath quickens. “Here.”

Mmm, so it has a name. A clit. Vivi continues to touch it and I push her hand aside. “My turn.”