Page 41 of Claimed By the Krijese

“Honest mistakes aren’t foolish in the least. Besides, there are no rules when it comes to names of affection. If you like sweeney, then so do I.” I rise up on my toes and kiss his mouth slit.

“You are special to me so you should receive a special name of affection.”

I stroke Kala’s chest. Which also makes me remember I’m standing topless in the middle of our tent with our son only a few feet away. I glance around my mate to check on Sorin. He’s still fast asleep if the quiet rumbling snores are any indicator. Love for him fills me up. I shift my gaze up to meet Kala’s. There’s deep affection for him as well.

“Let’s go to sleep. We’ll have many more nights to feel each other up.” I grin.

“I will wash myself if you would like to change your leg coverings for your clean ones.”

“Only if I get to clean you next time.”

“Deal.” For once, Kala initiates a kiss between us even though he just barely brushes my lips. Still, I love that he made the first move.

I slip my top over my head, grab my pajama bottoms, and sit down next to our pallet to wiggle out of my pants, which is awkward to do sitting, but I manage. Before Kala is cleaning up, I’m fully clothed and lying on the bundle of furs. It’s warm inside the tent so I don’t think we’ll need blankets.

My mate rifles through his own chest and brings out a clean pair of hide pants. Before I can guess what he’s going to do, he strips himself of the dirty ones. They pool around his ankles and he steps out of them. He’s partially turned away from me, but it doesn’t matter because there’s no hiding the cock that hangs from between his thighs.

Look away.

Except, I can’t. I stare as Kala grabs the wet cloth and washes himself…there. He cleans two large sacs that sit at the base of his cock before wiping the long and thick length that makes my pussy ache but also clench in a little bit of fear. I’ve never been with a guy, and knowing that somedaythatmight be inside me is more than intimidating. Although, judging by how wet he made me just by playing with my breasts, I might not have anything to worry about. Or at least not much.

The ache only grows worse the longer Kala washes himself. I can’t—don’t want to—stop from sliding my hand inside my pajama bottoms and under the elastic band of my panties, through the hair that covers my sex, until I reach my clit. It throbs and pulses like it has its own heart beat.

I don’t take my eyes off Kala while I rub my sensitive flesh. I’ve perfected the art of masturbation over the years and I’ve learned exactly how much pressure and speed to use to get off. My breathing speeds up and for a second he pauses what he’s doing. I nearly whimper in need, but then he continues.

I’m not sure how long it takes me to realize Kala’s no longer only cleaning himself. Far too long most likely, because suddenly I know he’s not just washing for the sake of washing. He’s making a show of it. He’s stroking himself—pleasuring himself—the same way I am. It’s confirmed when I glance up and our eyes meet.

There’s no hiding what either of us are doing, especially when Kala gives up any pretenses and tosses the cloth in the water basin and uses only his hand to stroke his cock from its base to its tip. He speeds up the motion and I do the same. My release isright there. It takes only another few rubs and it hits me. Hard.

I cry out and smother the sound with my forearm. Kala groans and his whole body tenses. He grabs the wet cloth from the basin and covers himself as he comes. Our gazes remain locked as he shakes and braces himself on the table while his pelvis jerks. I drag my hand out from my pajamas and feel the heat pouring from my face and chest. Never before have I done that in front of someone let alonewithsomeone.

Kala tosses the cloth in the water again and grabs his pants. He pulls them on and takes the basin outside. I hear the splash, and when he returns it’s empty. He sets it back on the table and comes over to where I’m still lying. There’s a brief hesitation where I wonder if he’s going to break his word and leave to sleep outside, but finally, he lowers himself beside me.

Kala’s rigid and stiff on his back with his arms at his sides. Then again, I’m lying equally as tense.This is dumb. I roll to my side facing him and pick up his arm so I can crawl under it. He doesn’t resist, but he also doesn’t help. I situate myself so his arm is draped over my shoulders and I can rest my head on his chest. Snuggling closer, I release a long sigh and force my body to relax.

“Do you regret what just happened?” I can’t help asking even though I’m not sure I want to hear his answer.

“No. Do you?”

Phew. “Not in the least.”

“I am glad.”

“Me too.” I lay my arm over his stomach. “Maybe next time we can touch each other instead of ourselves.”

Kala doesn’t say anything at first, but finally there’s a soft, “I would like that.”

I smile against his skin. “So would I.”

Chapter 20

Kala

I did not sleep the entire night. Instead, I remained still within my pallet holding Iris while I stared at the inside of the roof of our dwelling listening to the soft sounds she made. Not once did she stir. Not even when Sorin woke and joined us. He wiggled his way in between our bodies and promptly fell back to sleep.

Every time I closed my eyes I saw Iris pleasuring herself and coming apart. What started as merely cleansing myself for the evening turned into far more than I ever expected. Her arousal scent filled the tent and I could hardly believe my eyes when I glanced over at her and witnessed what she was doing. Even now my cock slightly hardens as I picture the flush of her cheeks and the desire that shone from her gaze as she met mine and did not look away in shame or embarrassment.

Beside me, Iris stirs. Her eyelids flutter and slowly open. She breathes in deeply and releases it before staring up at me. Her smile is like a thousand moons shining brightly down from the sky. It is nearly blinding.

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