Kal tore his mouth from mine with a growl. “We need to talk.”
“About?” I asked, grinding against him.
His breath turned harsh. “What you like. What you don’t like. What you want. And such. My permissions.”
My mind went blank. In the past, I’d done whatever my current partner wanted whether I’d been comfortable or not. I hadn’t wanted them to leave, and making demands or placing boundaries that would never be honored had made no sense.
“I have no idea. I really don’t. Except for being hit. I don’t even like being spanked. Permissions wise, you can kiss me or touch me when you want, except in public. Though… I mean if I pulled away…” I couldn’t finish.
“Consent can always be revoked,” he said.
I tried to find something more to tell him, but honestly, I had no idea. “I don’t know, Kal. So much of my romantic past was me doing what other people wanted. I never really formed opinions for what I liked and didn’t like.”
He cupped my cheek. “Do you want me to be gentle or hard?”
“I don’t need to be touched like I’m made of glass, but I’m not into pain.” I added after a second, “Or humiliation.”
“I understand.”
“You?” I asked, trying to move on. Maybe if Kal talked, I would have a better idea of what he needed.
“I’m versatile as far as positions.”
“Me too.”
“I like rough sex, but I’m also fine being gentle. You know I like to be touched and kissed, and you are welcome to do either whenever you want. Some drakcol love their tails being touched. I like it, but it is not a strong desire of mine. Though feel free to touch it as you desire. You do have to be gentle, as it’s sensitive. I do love my forehead, the sides of my neck, and sides being touched by you.”
“Why?” I had noticed he rubbed his forehead on me quite often.
“I have scent glands, and my instincts demand you smell like me.”
Like a cat?I thought but didn’t say. I grabbed his hand, trying to ignore the chill of mud beneath me. We should have done this inside, out of the rain. As my fingers brushed his claws, I realized something. “You won’t be able to put your fingers inside me.”
His head cocked to the side.
“Your claws could hurt me.”
He looked down at our joined hands. “I hadn’t realized.”
“Also, I need a great deal of prep and lube before you can fuck me.”
“I do know this. I researched.”
I laughed. Of course he had.
“How about we find out what you like together? If I do something you’re not comfortable with or it hurts, you tell me.”
“I’d like that. Do you have any big no’s?”
“No sex in public.”
“I'm with you on that.” I contained a shudder. “Anything else?”
“I don’t like to be tied up.”
“Then we won’t do that.”
Kal grinned.
