He did it again, deliberately this time, his tail creating the most exquisite pressure. She buried her face against his neck, breathing in his intoxicating scent. His hands weren’t idle either, pushing up her thin shirt to expose her breasts. He looked down at her, his black eyes dark with hunger, and then lowered his head to take one peaked nipple into his mouth. He growled as her milk flooded his mouth and the combination of the vibration and his roughened tongue against the taut nub, combined with the clever movements of his tail, had her panting, her body coiling tighter and tighter.
“Becsul, I’m close?—”
“Good,” he growled against her breast. “Come for me, Melissa. Let me feel you.”
The possessive command in his voice pushed her over. Pleasure crashed through her in waves, her whole body tensing and then releasing in a rush that left her shuddering against him.
As she floated back to herself, she realized that he was still pressed against her, his body vibrating with barely restrained tension. His tail had stilled its movements, but remained nestled between her thighs.
“That was incredible.”
He made a sound that was almost a laugh, but not quite. “For me as well.”
“But you didn’t?—”
“I’m fine.”
“Becsul.” She reached up to touch his face, forcing him to meet her eyes. “I want to make you feel good too.”
His expression softened, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. “I don’t need?—”
“Let me do this. Let me give something back to you.”
He studied her for a long moment, and she thought he might argue. Then he nodded slowly.
“Please,” he said. “I want to feel your hands on me.”
The rough honesty in his voice sent a fresh wave of arousal through her. She rolled them again, pushing him onto his back and straddling his hips. The hard length of his erection pressed against her core, and she rolled her hips experimentally, smiling when he gasped.
His hands came to rest on her thighs, his tail curling around her waist. There was something incredibly intimate about seeing him like this, his powerful body laid out beneath her, his face open and wanting. She leaned down and kissed him, a slow, deep kiss that had him groaning into her mouth.
Her hands found the fastening of his pants, releasing the catch and pushing the fabric down his hips. He lifted to help her, kicking them off the rest of the way. The sight of him made her breath catch. His shaft was thick and long with a slight bulge at the base, darker green than the rest of him but covered with the same small nubs, and the tip glistened with moisture.
“Is it—” She hesitated. “Will it fit?”
“Yes, but not tonight. Not here,” he said hoarsely. “Not like this. When we’re free, when you have a choice that isn’t shaped by these walls… then I want all of you.”
It had been, quite possibly, the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to her, and it made her even more determined to bring him pleasure.
“But in the meantime, there are alternatives.” She gave him a wicked smile as she wrapped her hand around his shaft, her fingers barely meeting around the thick girth. He made a strangled sound and his tail tightened around her waist.
As she began to stroke him, she leaned down to kiss him again, her tongue exploring his mouth. One hand slid up her spine to cradle the back of her head and the other traced the curve of her breast. His tail never stopped moving, stroking her waist and hips possessively.
It didn’t take long before his breathing grew ragged, his movements jerky. She increased her pace, her thumb circling the sensitive head of his cock the way she’d learned he liked.
“Come for me,” she whispered against his mouth. “Let go.”
His body tensed, his hands gripping her tightly, and then he was pulsing in her hand, the hot golden streams of his release coating her fingers and his stomach. She kept stroking until he shuddered and went still, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
For a long moment, neither of them moved. Then he pulled her down against his chest, wrapping both arms and tail around her in a cocoon of warmth and safety.
“Thank you,” he murmured against her hair. “That was… perfect.”
She smiled against his skin. “It really was.”
They lay like that for a while, basking in the aftermath, the only sounds their mingled breathing and the soft snuffles of Robbie still sleeping in his crib.
“You’re thinking too hard.” Becsul’s voice rumbled through his chest. “I can hear your mind spinning from here.”
