“Come home, my Dante. I wish to pleasure you.”
I don’t even hesitate.“Put Niaus in his crate. I’m on my way.”
I take the panties, my laptop, and my bag, and with shaking hands, I set the alarm, then run all the way back to my place, where I’ll find Cielo.
The door opens without me even having to use my keys, which means he’s been waiting for me.
He pulls me into him, his hands engulfing my waist and hoisting me up. My legs wrap around his back, my ankles hooking just above his tail.
Our lips meet, my hand moving into his hair, the other clutching onto his shoulder, the bag around my wrist knocking into him. His lips pull from mine, and his eyes fall onto it.
“What eesss it?”
I lean back, knowing I’m safe in his arms. That he won’t let me fall.
“I brought you something from the shop.”
His ears flutter as I pull the bag open and reach inside. When I pull out the pink lace panties, his hands tighten on me.
“For me?”
“Yes, baby. For you. I want to see you wearing these while you’re sucking me.”
He trills softly, and I feel his tail replace one of his hands as he takes it from me.
“Go try them on.”
He sets me down gently, his skin turning a sweet shade of dark blue before he shucks his scarf and pulls them on. They’re tight, the fit snug for someone built so differently. But when he finally gets them on, I find my cock growing hard. He looks so fucking hot in those.
He must hear my words in his head because he peers over at me shyly, and I can’t help but wet my dry lips.
“You look so good.”
He runs his large hand down the front, his slit barely visible, but as he touches himself, I see it gape open, and his cockhead appears.
“You’re getting turned on, hm?” I ask as I start to peel my clothes off as well, wanting to feel that warm, wet tongue wrapped around my cock. He just had me last night and again this morning, and his reservations about taking me are lessening each day. But still, a few hours without him feels like months.
I want him all the time now.
It’s a little scary how much I crave him.
I kick my pants off and cup my cock in my hand, stroking it, watching as his ears flutter, his cock grows, and the fabric of the panties strains.
“Look at you,” I say, and he hums lowly. “You gonna come and take what you want? Because I’m waiting.” I squeeze someprecum from the tip, and his fangs appear, piercing his bottom lip.
He starts to move, but I stop him with a command. “No, Cielo. Not like this. I want you to crawl.”
His head cocks, but I see the way his cock twitches, the ridges pulsating. I love those. The way they feel inside of me, the way they vibrate against my tongue when I take him.
I’m addicted to the taste of him, just like he is with me.
He drops to his knees, his tail curling up around his shoulder as he bends forward. His nails dig into the floor as he starts to crawl toward me. The sight of it, the way those panties look on him, makes me moan softly.
I feel how much he wants this. It only makes it more erotic.
When he’s against me, I reach down and thread my free hand through his hair, pulling on it gently.
“Open,” I say, my eyes hooded as he does what I ask.
