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She cried out.
“I want to lick you there,” he said. “All right?”
“Um, I mean, obviously.” She was having trouble, because he was still rubbing her there. It felt good. Really good. It was hard to talk.
“Obviously.” He was amused, rearranging himself. His tail was winding around one of her legs, tugging it wider open.
She panted. “Oh, tangles and briars, I likethat.”
“What?”
“Your…” She was embarrassed. “Your tail?” It was a question, becausewasit a tail?
“You do?” He grinned, shy. “Sometimes it freaks girls out? No?”
“No.” She shook her head.
“I like… wrapping it around…” He lowered his face to the juncture between her thighs.
She cried out.
His tongue was hot and soft and sweet.
She shuddered and whimpered and went mostly still, basking in that. Tommy didn’t do it that often. He always told her to ask for it, but she felt self-conscious asking for it, even though he had no qualms about asking for oral stimulation, which she happily served up, of course. Sometimes, other guys did it, if she got laid, but it was kind of hit or miss whether a guy would be good at it or not.
Niles was perfect.
Probably because he was old and had lots of experience. Dahlia didn’t know of him ever having a girlfriend, but a guy didn’t end up over thirty—fuck, he was in histhirties—and not have, you know, sex, and she was probably woefully inexperienced compared to him and maybe he wouldn’t even like whatever she did for him and maybe she was going to need to—
“Hey?”
“What?” she said.
“You, uh, you okay? You kind of went quiet and tense there?”
“Oh, I was just thinking… stupid… I’m fine.”
“I can stop if you want.”
“If youwantto stop—”
“Idon’t want to stop,” he said. “But if you, uh, if I’m doing it wrong, I also take direction really well.”
“You were great,” she said. “No, exactly what you were doing was—” She cringed. “I just was… distracted.”
“I want to make it so good you don’tgetdistracted.” He kissed her mound, then the inside of each of her thighs. “I want… oh, damn it.” He backed away, hand to his lips, and she caught sight of something glistening in there.
“You have fangs,” she whispered, half-sitting up.
He held up his other hand. “I can get them to retract, just give me a second. You’re just… hot.”
“Your fangs come out when you’re turned on?” She was incredibly intrigued. “Can I see them?”
“That doesn’t freak you out?” he said.
“No,” she said. “Obviously not.”
He lowered his hand and there they were, sort of translucent and sticky and descending on either side of his lips.
