I can't resist teasing him a little more. I lift my head, giving him one last lick, and then glance up at him. "Do you—"
Dagesh's hand tightens in my hair and then he's forcing my head back down onto his cock. My toes curl with bliss and I want to weep with delight. Oh fuck yes. This is absolutely what I like. I like him holding me in place like this. I like his hand tight and needy on my hair. Maybe some girls would find this demeaning or repulsive, but I've never been so turned on. I let his hand push me down, and I take the head of his cock into my mouth again, as far as I can along the slippery length of my tongue. He's so big that I can't take him very far, but it doesn't matter. I let my mouth fill with saliva and use it to lubricate his shaft as I work him back and forth.
"No-rah," he groans, his hand like an anvil as he holds me down.
I hum my pleasure at him, letting him know that I'm enjoying this, that I love doing this for him. That it's turning me on just as much as it's turning him on. I use one hand to squeeze his shaft and work his balls, even as I use my mouth. I suck and lick as best I can, and all the while, that big, heavy hand of his pushes his cock deeper and deeper into my strained mouth.
It's so good.
When he comes, it takes me by surprise. One moment, I'm trying to tease the underside of his cock with my tongue, and the next, I'm choking on a mouthful of semen. I draw back in surprise, pleased, and his fingers suddenly cover mine, gripping his shaft and working it with our joined hands. More seed pumps out of him, and I lower my head again, determined to lick up as much as possible. I'm still cleaning him with my tongue when he lets out a shuddering breath and his head falls back in the furs.
"Feel better?" I ask softly. I love watching him come. He's like a man possessed when he does, as if it takes over every inch of his being.
He groans. "That was…"
"Good? Bad?" I prompt. "You hated every moment of it?"
My mate laughs, the sound tired and breathless, and then he grabs me by the waist and flings me down into the furs. "You know it was good," he tells me. "Better than good."
I wiggle with pleasure, beaming up at him. "I liked doing that to you."
"I never imagined it," Dagesh admits. "Now I cannot stop thinking about it."
"I'm glad I could help."
He kisses my neck, his big, warm body pressing over mine. "You are a wonder, my mate." He licks the same spot that he bit me at earlier. "Did you come?"
"Your dick was good, but don't get me wrong, it wasn't THAT good," I tease.
Dagesh laughs, and then kisses lower on my neck, and then moves down me in the same way I did with him. "Then I should do the same for my pretty mate."
"I thought you'd never ask." I obediently open my legs for him, because I'm not shy. I love his tongue on me. This wasn't my goal when I went down on him, but if he's offering, I'll take it. When he parts my folds and licks me, I whimper because I'm so wet I can feel the slickness as his tongue moves over my skin. "I love you."
He lifts his head. "Before I get too distracted, I should ask what your secret is."
My secret? I blink, glancing down at him. He's poised between my thighs, his normally tidy braid an absolute mess, and his mouth is wet from my juices. He's never looked sexier and my brain goes blank.
"You said if I told you my secret you would tell me yours."
Oh, that's right, I did. Inspiration strikes, and I think about the moment we just shared, how good it felt to have his big, heavy hand on my head as I worked him with my mouth. That was him in the moment, and I need to encourage more of those. "I think I would like a honeymoon to go with my wedding."
"A honeymoon? Like Shorshie and Vektal?" Dagesh looks surprised.
I nod. "Yup. I want to go away for a few days, just you and me." Maybe we can connect the way we need to if he doesn't have to worry about the rest of his tribe judging him. I know I can sometimes hear others when they're fucking in their caves, late at night, and I'm sure they've heard me. That has to play into Dagesh's thoughts, too. But if we're alone, we can be as wild and rowdy as we want…and if I can show him that what I want isn't a bad thing, I'm hoping he'll feel easier with it.