Page 59 of Right Next Door
“It was enjoyable.”
“Honored char, how you gush,” she retorted to his dull assurance. “Did you do any foreplay?”
“We used lubrication. It was quick and easy and saved us time in our busy schedules.”
“Be still my beating heart.”
“I have a feeling that you’re mocking me.”
“Only a little. Here. Eat.” She held up a morsel to his mouth and he took it with the exact same amount of care and caution as the other bites. He really was trying his hardest not to touch her without permission, even as he was getting frustrated and distracted. “So, no foreplay. Just straight to the do. Wham, bam, thank you, female. Got it. How about any kissing?”
“Any what?”
“K-I-S-S-I-N-G. Oh, damn, that song only works in English. Never mind. Kissing. Did you put your mouths together and suck face?”
“I’m starting to think you’re just making things up.”
“Nope. It’s a real thing. A real fun thing, too. I love kissing.”
That got his attention. He gave her a curious look. “You enjoy doing this?”
“Oh, yeah. Nothing like a good make out session to get me in the mood. So, do you kiss?”
He frowned. “I’ve seen what that means in the human data. I’m pretty sure that Vigo is seen pressing his muzzle against his mate. I cannot lie to you, Misty. I’ve never really thought that it looks like a particularly enjoyable… activity.”
She snickered. “An activity?”
“For want of a better word.”
Giggling, she turned, coming up on her knees. Before he could figure out what she was doing, she pushed herself up, planted her butt on the table, then spread her legs, putting one foot on either side of his thighs, as she rested her arms on his shoulder. With the elevation, her head was now slightly above his, letting her look down on him as her fingers played with the fur at the base of his neck.
His surprise was as adorable as the seemingly automatic way he put his hands on her hips, grabbing hold even as he was shocked to suddenly find her there.
“Shall we see if it’s an enjoyable activity or not?”
Chapter 22
Tsok
Misty was practically in his lap. The table he chose was just a bit too short for him, but that had been by design. He wanted her to be able to eat comfortably. His thighs were rubbing against the bottom of the table, right under where she had planted her beautiful generous behind. And now she had her knees on either side of his chest, her arms around his neck, and was grinning down at him with delightful wickedness gleaming in her eyes.
She wanted to kiss him.
Humans kissed by pursing their lips then pressing them together. Then, if that was pleasant enough an exchange, they would elevate it to include tongues. Humans could kiss close family on the lips and that was normal, but only mates entwined their tongues together.
He knew all that. He was, frankly, a bit disgusted by it. Maybe not the act of pressing lips, but entwining tongues? That just seemed unhygienic.
But he couldn’t feel even a shadow of disgust to find himself suddenly holding his female as she leaned over him. Arms around his head, smirking like she was having such a great time– maybe just a bit at his expense, but he couldn’t begrudge her that.
He was already a terrible, neglectful mate. He didn't want to be worse.
Maybe that’s also why he was so willing to go along with this as she tilted his head back, giving her room to access his muzzle.
“I cannot purse my lips,” he said, surprised by the regret burning in his chest. Like he was going tomissthis chance to let their wet tongues slide together. Tasting her. Consuming her. Filthy. It was an absolutely disgusting practice that he was somehow disappointed he couldn’t share. “I cannot kiss you.”
She snickered. “The General can’t purse his lips either. Never stopped me from kissing him.”
“I do not think it’s quite the same as kissing your pet.”
