lap. My beard scrapes her skin, and I don’t know what she feels, but I’m getting the sensory feedback of my hair skating against glassy thighs. But although her scales are super smooth, each one is convex and ever-so-slightly keeled.
Interesting change for sure.
My next lick is slow, and I have to shift my grip, wrapping my arms around her legs to trap her thighs as she tries to buck into my face to hurry me. “Nuh-uh. Lay there and take it, sweetheart,” I taunt.
She moans in response and moves restlessly.
I release one of her trembling limbs and glide a careful touch at her entrance. She gasps, her legs instinctively opening wider, allowing my shoulders to get closer. I gently finger her, seeking, sinking in slowly, searching to see if she’s got a g-spot. Or an a-spot. Anything I can dazzle her insides with, I’m all for tickling.
When I glance over the planes of her belly and breasts, Inara’s eyes are unfocused and her hand flies to her mouth, trying unsuccessfully to stifle her moan as her cunt clamps around my finger.
Sucking on her clit, I curl my finger inside her, whispering my touch over her front wall softly. I don’t know if she can squirt for me; I don’t know anything about her biology. But I can feel her body responding to my touch, so I keep brushing the spot that’s making her thighs shake around my face. The walls of her vagina flutter and squeeze me, hard. I keep petting and petting with only my index finger, because she feels too tight for me to comfortably fit my middle one too.
So fucking tight. She tightens up even more as I gently assault her from the inside, and her begging turns into words I don’t understand, words no one on Earth has ever heard before as she lapses into her home tongue.
Gently stretching her with my finger, I drop my mouth over her clit, breathing on her some more, heating her blood right where I need her warmed up for me, and I give her some more of my tongue.
She screams like a velociraptor.
I’ve got to be honest: I was not expecting this. Also, this isn’t exactly the sound I imagine in my steamiest dreams, not even the apocalyptic ones where dinosaurs have been genetically engineered and loosed on the population (wherein I meet a wonderful woman, fall for her, and we bang each other’s brains out)—but then again, in those dreams, I’m usually running from the things that make this sound.
Wetness smacks into my palm, answering my curiosity in regards to the question of whether she experiences feminine ejaculation or not. Her vaginal walls are spasming, hugging, clutching at my finger, clamping down on it, and it takes everything in me not to surge over her, spread her legs wider, and ram home.
Two glowing eyes meet mine as she raises her head, looking drunk and shy and thrilled. “Oh, Matthew… you are amazing!”
“And you’re hot, Inara.” Because slightly frightening sounds aside, she is.
Hands closing over my shoulders, claws digging into my skin, she tries to pull me closer, urging me over her.
I rise up on my knees, catching hers and positioning her limp legs at my hips.
I grin down at her.
Post-orgasm, she’s turned into a ragdoll. Even her tail is just a long dead weight draped off the edge of the bed. I didn’t realize until I glance back at it that I’ve never seen it entirely relaxed.
It makes me smirk. Then my gaze falls to my target, the one my cock is aching for, and I feel my brows pull together. “Inara, baby, is this, ah, going to hurt you?”
“Hurt me?” she says, eyes dipping to my throbbing cock, which jerks, making her gaze widen in a way that has me groaning hoarsely.
I drag my eyes from her tits which I’m having a really hard time not focusing on. There’s something about blue nipples that are like bullseyes to me. I didn’t know this about myself before tonight. I meet her eyes, which have turned to a shimmering orchid. “Do you have a hymen? It’s a barrier—”
Her face tightens; discomfort over discussing what she clearly doesn’t consider to be a sexy topic, I think. “There is often a mating barrier. But I took care of mine long ago,” she assures me.
“Okay,” I tell her, not sure if I succeed in playing off my relief, and then deciding that there’s no harm in sharing, I say, “I’m glad this