“What?” She blinks innocently and then laughs at the look on my face. She nods at my fleece zip-up. “Your turn.”
I hesitate, my hand on the zipper pull. She probably expects me to be a typical zero-body-fat dragon dude under my clothes, but that’s definitely not the case. I love to eat, and it shows. I’m a little fluffy around the middle. Compared to the male-model types she spends a lot of her time around? I’m downright chubby.
I’m not ashamed of my body, but I don’t want her to be disappointed.
“It’s still your turn, pretty girl,” I shoot back, crossing to her. I run my hands up her back all the way to her head, burying my fingers in her long, dark hair. I massage her scalp, careful of my claws, and she melts into me, palms flat against my firm chest. I love that she’s tall so I can smell the top of her head without bending down. I breathe in her scent, my cock thickening between us.
Inside, my feral form wakes up, nudging me to let him out, but I remind him that my human pants only have enough room inside them for one cock, never mind two.
“You’re so sexy,” she murmurs, her hands beginning to wander downward. Sucking in my belly so it doesn’t push against her, I peel the shoulders of her top down her arms, pinning them to her sides. Then I distract her with soft licks across her collarbone.
“Oh my god.” Her head falls back, exposing her gorgeous throat, so I lick my way up that, too, until she’s moaning and sighing. “I…love…dragon…kisses,” she pants.
That makes me smile. “Good, because this dragon loves kissing you.”
Experimentally, I let my tongue dip under the neckline of her top, exploring the narrow space between her breasts. I learn two things. One, Jewel’s heart is racing as fast as mine. Two, she’s not wearing a bra.
Fuck, I can’t handle her. She’s too much for me. I’m going to spend the rest of my life nipping at the heels of this pretty little deer while she runs circles around me.
“This okay?” I ask, pausing to check in with her. If she doesn’t want to go beyond making out over clothes tonight, that’s fine with me. I didn’t intend for this date to end with us naked in her apartment, but I wouldn’t complain about it, either.
Jewel grins up at me and wriggles her top down further, pushing it over her hips and stepping out of it completely, exposing a pretty pair of tits capped with brown nipples. They tighten under my appreciative gaze, darkening as they contract until they look as appealing as the hot chocolate we drank earlier.
Guess that’s an enthusiasticyes.
I don’t waste time. I scoop her up and toss her onto the sofa. She lands with a delighted squeal, and I kneel down between her legs, my mouth now conveniently at breast level. I palm one, thumbing over her nipple while my tongue drags across its twin, leaving her bronze skin gleaming in the soft glow of the Christmas lights.
“You’re so stunning,” I tell her. “Prettier than a whole pile of gold. That’s a big compliment from someone of my species,” I add, grinning like a fool.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she shoots back. Her fingers, now free, curl under the neckline of my fleece and tug. “Take this off so I can see you. So I can touch you back.”
I can’t hide any longer unless I want to make it weird. She’s going to see my body at some point, so it might as well be now. It’s not like I’m trying to trick her into being with me by hiding my worst feature. I grit my teeth and go for it, peeling off my fleece and T-shirt at the same time like a painful stuck shed.
She stops me before I get them off, frowning. Cupping the side of my cheek, she strokes along my jaw ridges. “Hey. Stop. I didn’t mean to pressure you. I’m used to stripping down to next-to-nothing in front of strangers, and sometimes I forget that not everyone is as casual about nudity as the modeling community. It’sfineif you’re not comfortable with it yet.”
I grimace. “You could tell?”
“Yeah, baby. It was all over your face.”
“I thought I was being cool,” I joke, but internally, I’m so giddy. For one, she was paying attention and noticed how I was feeling even though I was too hung up on myself to say anything. Two, she called me baby.
“No need to act cool when you’re being so hot.” She leans forward to nuzzle her nose against my snout, then slides her hands up to my horns and uses them to pull me back to her chest.
Laughing at her eagerness, I’m only too happy to resume where we left off: those perfect tits. My tongue traces every contour, teasing those peaks back into hard points before sucking them each in turn while she steers me where she wants me to go.
Pretty soon, she’s pushing me down so I can spoil the slope of her belly. I work my way down until I hit the waistband of her leggings. She’s totally soaked through them, a growing wet spot darkening the fabric. A peek of her pale-blue panties shows where they ripped. I finger the long tear along the inseam and raise my brows at her. “You going to patch these up?”
Jewel laughs. “I think they’re beyond patching.”
“Excellent.” I slice through the stretchy elastic with one swipe of a claw and then use both hands to rip the leggings in half.
“Not the panties! They’re expensive,” Jewel says swiftly, lifting her hips to shimmy out of them instead. It’s all the same to me, although I file away for later the fact that my mate needs more lingerie. My current attention is fixed on that sweet little V between her legs, with its tidy strip of dark curls that are gleaming with her arousal.
Arousal forme. My cock pulses in anticipation of sliding in between those soft, wet folds, but I have a lot of other plans first.
I lift one of her legs over my shoulder, which makes her giggle and shift to find a comfortable spot on the sofa. Then, holding eye contact, I bend and take my first taste of my mate.
Her natural flavor, bright and sweet, bursts across my tongue just as a dozen points of pain burst along my tail, accompanied by an ear-piercing yowl.
