I kissed the shell beneath his ear but drew away each time it overlapped with the movement of his jaw. His next kiss against my throat was hard, and I made my kisses match his, my front teeth periodically scraping against shell.
His upper body lowered against mine, chest meeting chest. “Too heavy,” I said, between breaths, and when he lifted away, I unbuttoned his shirt with shaky fingers, beginning at the neck.
Pressing my lips against his tattoo, I traced it with my tongue, every twirl, spin, and turn. Garran moaned, throwing back his head and pressing his groin against mine.
“My turn,” he said after shaking his shirt off. It dropped to the ground, and as Garran kissed the skin above the band of my blanket, I grasped a fistful of velvety moss, clenching tighter as he pulled the blanket down with his left hand. “Beautiful,” he said, and ran the point of his tongue across my hard nipples. “So soft,” he continued, cupping one of my breasts and burying his mouth against it.
I set my hands upon his shoulders and squeezed, massaging my fingers against his shell plates and trailing my palms down his chest, each of my fingertips tingling from the pressure, exploring each curve of shell as they buckled against his abdomen in unison with his heavy breathing.
His mouth returned to my neck, and I tilted my head toward him, taking in the warm, damp sweetness of his breath. Pulling my hands away when he lifted, a set of his chest plates slid under the next and his lips pressed upon mine.
The tip of his tongue brushed against the roof of my mouth, meeting the soft pallet with a delicate stroke. My heart pulsed hard, wracking my chest, and as the tip of his tongue gave a final stroke, the carnal sensation it created lingered, bathing my body in heat and uncontrollable need.
Garran brought his lips to my stomach with delicate licks as the place between my legs became warm and yearning. My blanket was gone at this point, thrown aside, and with my legs bent at the knee, he placed his hand against me, the thick leather of his fingers exploring my wet skin.
“Does this hurt?” he asked.