“You look so beautiful when you come,” he murmurs, reaching up to kiss me.
“I want to do it again,” I admit, breaking apart. “I want you to… play with my ass, like you said.”
“You want me to stretch your asshole while I fuck you?” he prompts. “Want to imagine it’s me and one of your other mates taking you at the same time?”
“Yes,” I hiss as he withdraws his fingers and licks them clean. “I want you to fuck me and teach me how to enjoy having my ass played with.”
Far from thrusting into me, like I expect, he withdraws completely.
“Hands and knees,” he orders. “Show me what’s ours.”
My empty pussy clenches as the dark undercurrent of his animal sneaks in beneath his usual baritone. The rustle of fabric as he loses what little of his clothing remains spurs me on.
Making my limbs, which moments ago were numb with pleasure, cooperate is a challenge. I end up with my face smooshed into the fabric beneath us when my elbows buckle. I go to push back to my hands, but Jaro’s palm presses down between my shoulder blades, stopping me. Those long fingers are inches from the place where my wings spill from my back, and I gasp at how intense the simple feel of him touching me there is. I lost my glamour some time during our earlier tryst, and now they’re on full display, preening for him.
“I want to touch your wings,” he says, cautiously. “Is that okay?”
I freeze, and he moves away instantly.
“No! I want it,” I whisper. “Just… keep talking to me while you do it?”
I want this. I want to replace the memory of Elatha’s touch with Jaro’s, but if I can’t see him, I need to hear him and know that it’s him there with me.
“I can do that,” he growls, hand returning.
He strokes up and down my spine, not yet touching any of the six delicate panels that tremble from his nearness.
“Your back is so soft. I can’t wait to watch how your wings flutter as I fuck you.”
His cock jumps against my ass, alerting me to its scalding presence.
“You’re so tiny I’m going to have to lift you up to get my cock inside you,” Jaro continues, his free hand taking his cock and forcing it downwards until the wide blunt head of him grazes through my wetness, spreading my slickness. I want to retort that I’m not tiny, he’s just huge, but what comes out is more of a wordless warbling demand for more.
Then, while I’m distracted, his fingers trace over my lowest left wing.
“Jaro!” I cry, twisting, hands fisting the fabric as I try to process the sensation.
“Okay?” he checks.
“More!”
He pauses. “I’ll give you more if you spread your ass for me.”
Heat flashes across my skin, and I release the bedding to do as he asks.
“Wider.”
I obey and his touch returns, stroking the membranes on my back with the most exquisite care.
“Look at how pretty you are, all open and needing me.”
Glowing under his praise, I shiver again as he traces another wing.
“Every time I touch these gorgeous wings, your pussy clenches and your little ass winks at me.” His lips caress the top corner of my left wing, then trace a path down. “The taste of your dust is driving me insane.”
I’m so close. I want to weep as his hands leave my back and urge me up instead of finishing me. For a second, I stand bewildered as he gathers his shirt and drapes it over the boulder near the fire.
“Don’t want to scratch your soft skin,” he murmurs. “C’mere, Rosie.”
