“Sting,” her whisper is a tremble, barely there. I continue, hands roaming to tease her nipples. “Please, I wasn’t expecting…you don’t have to…” there are more words there on her tongue. More insecurities. I want to erase them all from her. I raise one finger to her lips, then look up at her, licking her from my lips.
“I know. I want to. I don’t want you to be embarrassed or ashamed of anything. I intend to worship ever inch of you. Here, get comfy.” I help her back down, letting her scoot up to the pillows. She holds her arms out to me, calling me to her. I crawl over her to kiss her, then slide my hands back down. She whimpers aplease.
“Hyacinth, are you saying ‘please’ because you don’t like my mouth on your pussy?” I ask, hands on her thighs, cock hard in my pants, positioned to dive in.
She bites her lower lip, driving me wild, but says nothing. I try again. “Hyacinth, do you like my tongue on your clit?” At that simpler question, she nods yes. “Say the word.”
“Yes, I do. But you shouldn’t do it anymore—”
I cut her off. “I am not sure I understand why I shouldn’t. If you enjoy it. And I enjoy it, why wouldn’t I?” I let my hands wander, teasing her inner thighs, running a thumb along the crease where her thigh meets her body. Waiting, as patiently as possible, for her to answer me.
“I—I know that it isn’t—I’m not—good—that way…” One hand covers her face.
Wait one second. Stretching up to lie beside her, I gently uncover her face. “Look at me.” When she does, I cup her cheek, keeping her here with me, present with me. “Whoever told you that you aren’tgood,or desirable, or whatever the hell they might have said, doesn’t deserve your attention, companionship, or love. You are desirable. You are everything I want. Everything I didn’t think I would ever have. Please let me show you how much I want you.”
I trail a path of kisses along her shoulder toward her neck. “Do you trust me?” I ask.
With a hitch in her breathing, she answers. “I trust you, Sting.”
Those words unlock something knotted in my chest, as well as my tail. The sound she makes is akin to “ooo,” rather than of shock or fear, and I smile. Her hand reaches out to stroke it as it curves up behind me as I suck her nipple.
“If you do that, I won’t last long,” I admit, a rasp in my voice.
“What purpose does your tail serve in copulation?”
I chuckle against her breast. “You sound like a scientist.”
“Vet tech. And curiosity.” I lick around her nipple and areola as she speaks, my tail trembling under her featherlight touch. Her fingers stay well away from the tip, which is a shame. It’s already leaking, much like my cock.
“While deadly, when aroused, it’s venom is an aphrodisiac.” Words are hard to string together, but I manage. It takes a second or two, but then her hand stills.
“How?” Now she’s up on her elbows, looking studiously at the tip of my tail. Then, “Does it hurt?” I hear the twinge of concern.
“No. It won’t hurt. I’m not stinging you as in a fight.”
Her exhale is one of relief.
“Can I show you?” I ask. A flurry of emotions crosses her face, finally landing on a smile.
“Yes, please.”
Chapter 11
Hyacinth
Sting’s hands are callused. His lips are needy as they tug at my clit, my nipples, my lips. Somehow, wherever his lips touch is connected straight to my heart, and all I want is to give him what he wants. So while I am nervous as fuck about his venomous aphrodisiac, as well as his insistence that he likes me…down there, when no one else ever has, I’m willing to let him, as I believe him—this is what he wants.
His hot mouth, once again on my clit, has a magic all on its own. The sounds he makes seem indecent, a lapping and slurping as he licks and sucks, fingers running through my folds, circling at my entrance. When I find myself grinding against his face, I still. Quit breathing. What was that?
Sting’s face pops up, glistening in the light of early morning from…me? “Hey, that was good. Did it feel good?” I hesitantly nod yes. “Then keep going.” And he disappears between my thighs again. His tail snakes its way up and down my thigh, trailing liquid that is both hot and icy—leaving a tingling sensation along my skin.
I try, but I can’t. Can’t grind against him. Can’t let myself fully relax. It feels so good, like I’m being pulled into deep water fullof stars. But every time I let myself feel good, my brain pulls me back, reminding me that Ishouldn’tenjoy this. Lily is the pretty one, the one the boys like, adore. She’s the one who lets loose without a care in the world. I’m the one who carries the world on her shoulders.
“Hyacinth.” His voice is gravelly, needy, and commanding all at the same time. And my name is a full sentence on his lips. “I promise, trust me, I love this. I love giving you pleasure. Are you ready?”
I nod without thinking, assuming he means the main event. His cock inside me. Gotta say, despite my ability to fully relax, I am looking forward to this.
Except, after he takes his pants off, his length achingly large and hard, reddish purple, and leaking at the tip, he doesn’t fit himself between my thighs. Doesn’t straddle me. The little whimper that escapes me would normally embarrass me, but it doesn’t today. Because I know what I want. My hands grasp at any part of him I can reach, pulling him into me, onto me. Sting resists.
