Her mouth is on mine again, and I’m not even sure who initiates the act. It is as if we both move together this time. The touch of her lips against mine and the taste of her tongue in my mouth is almost enough to make me ignore the burning between my legs and the overwhelming desire to flip her over.
She pulls away, breaking the contact with our lips but continuing to look into my eyes. I still my hands though it isn’t easy. I want to pull her down against me. I want to push up against her. I want to bury my length in the warm channel I know is just a little piece of fabric away.
Her fingers run through the hair on my face as she makes more sounds. I watch her eyes carefully—they are so intense as she continues. Beh shakes her head from side to side, makes more sounds, and then lets out a long sigh. She leans in and rests her forehead against mine.
I can’t help myself; I push up against her.
The friction feels so good.
Beh’s eyes close, and her hands drop to my shoulders. When she opens them again, she looks sad.
“Oh, Ehd…”
“Beh…khhhz?”
Her lips brush over mine before she climbs out of my lap, but it is not near enough. She turns around, and for a moment my heart begins to pound as she leans over a little. I rise up on my knees, but just as I think she wants me to give her a baby now, she moves to adjust the position of the pot near the fire and stands back up.
She turns to face the entrance to the cave with her hands running up through her hair and pulling at the roots a bit. She is frustrated—I can tell—but I am frustrated, too. I knew I wanted to mate with her the first day I saw her and brought her back, but Beh doesn’t seem to know if she wants a baby or not. Sometimes she seems like she does, but other times I don’t know what to think.
I stand as well, and Beh looks over her shoulder at me. I see her eyes run from my face down to my feet and back again. I quickly remove the wrap around my waist and let it fall, leaving me bare before her. Her eyes widen, and she takes me in with her eyes again.
“Beh.” I take a step closer to her. She does not move away, but doesn’t move toward me either. My eyes are locked with hers, and I take another step. My heart pounds and I am panting like I have just run all the way back from the lake, but all I can see is Beh. In my mind, all I can feel are her lips against mine and the warmth of her bare skin as her hands roam over me.
I can smell the scent of her, mixed with the smoke from the fire. It is her hair and skin combined with my own smell on her, but as I inhale deeply—trying to calm myself—I can smell more. My nose tingles with the scent of her sex.
“Beh.”
Another step and she turns to face me. Her feet shuffle backwards, but only slightly.
“Ehd…” Her sounds are so soft, I can barely hear them. It does not matter anyway.
I want her.
I reach out and grab her by her wrist, bringing her close to my side before the fingers of my other hand tangle in her hair. I bring her face close to me and look down into her wide, expressive eyes.
She took the mating gift I gave her and she likes it. I know she does. If she accepted the gift, she is allowing me to provide for her. She gathers with me, cooks my food, and is living in this cave with me. She is my mate.
If she is my mate, I’m going to give her a baby.
It’s what I’m supposed to do.
I decide I am not waiting any longer, and I press my lips firmly to hers as I bring our bodies together. I can feel my length pressed against her belly, and I reach my hand around her back to hold her tightly against me. Beh’s hands move to my chest, but she does not push me away. Using my body as leverage, I maneuver her over to our furs.
My hand drops to the edge of the fur around her waist, and I pull it from her body and drop it to the ground. I know the little scrap of material still covers where I want to be, but it won’t be there for long. Beh moans into my mouth, and her hands push against my chest just as the edge of my foot hits the edge of the furs.
I drop to my knees, pulling her along with me, not breaking apart from her lips. My hand remains firmly against the back of her head as I push her over backwards, laying her against the furs and covering her with my body. Against the flesh of my leg, I feel the edge of Beh’s foot covering. I feel additional pressure on my chest as she presses her palms against my skin and turns her head to the side, breaking our connection.
“Ehd…” Her eyes stare into mine as she turns her head back. Her breathing is labored—just like mine. I can see fear in her eyes, but at the same time, she reaches up and strokes my cheek with her fingers. I don’t know what frightens her.
Images come to my mind—the couples in my tribe as they were newly mated. Living within the close community did not allow for much privacy, and I remember how the females would sometime cry out if their new mate was not gentle with them.