It finally lands on hope. It flares inside of me and blooms like a flower in spring. I gasp, pressing a hand to my chest, and Cielo’s tail loosens around me as I inhale.
“Maybe you could think about it? I mean, there’s a possibility that it could work?”
“No.” This time, he whispers it. This time, his protest is a little less assured, and I wonder if he sits with it long enough, he’ll change his mind.
“Are you mad at me?” I finally ask, and he sets his mug down quickly and pulls mine from my hand. Then he drags me into his lap, my legs straddling his, his tail wrapped around my waist.
“No. Neeever maadd. Nooot at my Dante.”
God, those words are so clear. Maybe not perfect to anyone else listening, but they are to me. It makes my eyes go hot.
With me—maybe a little bit because of me—he’s healing.
I nod and sniffle slightly. His hands come up to cup my cheeks, and I can’t help but lean in and kiss him. It starts soft and gentle and then turns heated, tongues twisting, our bodies arching against each other. My hands are in his hair, tugging, his are doing the same, holding my head still so he can shove his tongue down my throat.
“Want to sixty-nine?” I breathe, feeling like I need his cock in my mouth just as much as he needs mine in his.
“Seeexty nihhhne?”
I grin and kiss him once more, grinding our hips together.
“It’s a human thing. Want me to show you?”
He nods and then stands, bringing me to the bedroom. We fall down together, his body cradling mine as I hit the mattress.
“Tellll me,” he says, bracing his arms on either side of my head.
“Clothes off.”
He shucks them easily and then helps me with mine. Within seconds, we’re naked, his cock appearing from his slit, wet anddripping. I want to know what it tastes like. Will I enjoy it as much as a human blow job, or will I like it even more?
I think I’ll like it more. Because he’s Cielo and he’s mine.
He crawls up against me, and his lips hover over mine.
“Mine,” he says softly, clearly. Possessively.
I reach up and cup his cheek. “Yes. Yours.”
We stare at each other for a long, drawn-out moment, and then I add, “Now, lie down on your back.”
He rolls over quickly, and I let out a small laugh at how eager he is. I’ve never had a partner like this before.
I fucking love it.
I let my hand drag up his thigh and feel the soft skin ripple beneath my palm. I love how different it is from my own. He’s perfect.
My fingers curl around his cock and squeeze. He makes a humming sound in the back of his throat as more of his cock appears.
I won’t be able to take much into my mouth, but I still want it. I lean forward and lick a stripe up the wet shaft, and he bucks his hips toward me, a surprised trill coming from his mouth. The taste of him isn’t like any human. It’s sweet, like a fresh-picked, nearly ripe peach.
The taste clings to the back of my throat, and the scent envelopes me. It’s…overwhelming, but I like it, because it’s his.
And whatever is his, is mine.
My tongue laves along his hard length, and Cielo groans, bucking his hips against my face, as if he can’t help it. As if he’s losing control.
“You like that?” I ask, doing it again.
