I’m already caught.
I peel my shirt off and toss it to the floor, watching as he steps toward me, his finger flicking at the clasp on the side of his waist. With one tug, the silky fabric falls to the ground near his feet. It exposes him entirely—his slit, his chest, the soft blue velvet skin on his torso.
I stare at his slick opening and wet my lips. “What are you going to do to me?” I’m absolutely fucking breathless.
He stops in front of me, his claws gently raking up my sides. He’s careful not to leave marks, but the touch leaves me shivering and wanting more.
“Or do you want me to tell you what I want?”
His eyes meet mine, and he nods, his grasp on me tightening.
“Well,” I say, dragging a hand up from that slit to the middle of his chest. “I want to kiss you more. Want to touch you. But…” I hesitate, wondering if I should press the issue. “I want you to suck me.”
His ears flutter, and he shakes his head, his face slightly drawn.
“Really? Even if I want it.”
He shakes his head again, and I sigh.
“Is it because they said you’re not allowed to?”
He nods, and I spread my fingers over his thumping hearts. It almost feels like they’re beating out his regret.
“Okay, I won’t force it. How about…” I go up on my tiptoes and whisper in his ear. “How about you put that tongue to good use and taste the rest of me.”
His ears flutter as I lean up to kiss him. He picks me up once more, my legs wrapping around his waist as he brings me to the bedroom.
Fuck, I love kissing him, touching him, feeling his soft growling purr under his skin. It’s like music in a way—hypnoticand almost overwhelming. For a moment, I don’t want to do anything but this, but he has other plans.
He sets me down on the bed and begins to unbutton my pants. They slip free, and I kick them to the floor before peeling off my underwear.
Cielo wets his lips, watching with heavy-lidded eyes as I cup my cock.
“Since you don’t want to suck, how about…” I spread my legs and arch my hips up, “…you lick me instead?”
Cielo stares down at me as I slide my finger around my hole. “Do you want to? You don’t have to, but I’ll like it very much.”
He falls to his knees, his tail wrapping around my ankle and pulling me closer to the edge of the bed. I tuck my knees to my chest and wait. I can feel his warm breath against my skin.
Then there’s the hesitant stroke of his tongue against me, and the sensation leaves me gasping.
“Yes, just like that.” He does it again, more assuredly this time.Fuck. I lean up and stare down at his blue and violet braided hair, and the way his ears are fluttering wildly. His gaze catches mine, and for a moment, he does nothing. Then his tongue stiffens and shoves in almost an inch, and I lose it completely.
“Oh god, ohfuck.”
Falling backward, I struggle to breathe as he licks around my rim, making my hole contract against him. I want to feel that tongue deeper inside of me, opening me up, sliding so deep I feel it in my throat.
As if he can read my thoughts, he growls and breaches me completely. My back arches off the bed at the feeling of being filled by him, my cock jerking between my legs. His tongue slides in and out of my hole, wide and wet, splitting me open, his piercing dragging across my sensitive walls and making my entire body shake with pleasure.
And he doesn’t stop, even when I’m sobbing. He pushes deeper, a slow thrust into the heart of me.
I try to hold my legs steady, but my hands slip, and my legs settle onto his shoulders. His fingers dig into my ass as he lifts me up, the sounds he’s making as he fucks his tongue deep within me.
He moans, like he’s never tasted anything so good.
Like I am a feast.
Thrusting my hips up, my hands grab onto the still-torn sheets beneath me and hold on as I float away with pleasure. I’m going to come, but I don’t know how. I don’t know when. This feels like it could be a literal eternity of riding his tongue, right on the edge of climax.
