“I… The sex I had, with other guys…” A low growl formed in his chest, but he bit it back. “Like, I enjoyed it for the most part, though there were some dudes who were a bit… What you just described. I’ve never felt that, never just spent the day in bed and explored each other. They fell asleep, lost interest the minute they came. It was kind of like I was always on the clock. I had X amount of time to get in, get off, get him off, or it was just over. Like I couldn’t relax into him giving me head, because in my mind, I knew he’d be getting tired, bored, lose his hard-on. I dunno. Like, maybe you’re just talking shit because you’re dying to sink your cock into me—which I highly doubt is possible, as a side note. I’m gonna need some sort of evidence you won’t get stuck or tear me in two or just pulverise my cervix into oblivion. But what if… What if everything that makes you different to humans makes you different…here?”
His grin was bright and beautiful when he pulled away, falling back on his heels, but what he did next surprised me. I expected, wanted him to suck my nipples or dive headfirst between my legs again, but instead, he picked up my foot and carefully paid attention to every little toe and bone, muscle and arch, remaking it with his hands as he stroked it. Rasping calloused palms rubbed the top and undulated up the arch, fingers separated toes and dug deep into aching muscles until I groaned. Kisses were peppered across the sides and then up over the bones of my ankles before he put that foot down, only to do the same to the other one.
It was weird, but my whole body tingled in response to his caresses, a low thrumming feeling of wellbeing washing over me, relaxing muscles I didn’t know I was holding tight, but that wasn’t all. My thighs separated, my slick dripping from me, hoping that was enough to lure those talented hands up.
They did move up, slowly. First, they curled around my calves, stroking down my shins, and my heart crawled into my mouth each time they threatened to slide over my knees, only to sweep back down again. Then he leaned down, placing prickly kisses on the inside of my knees, his stubble sending shivers throughout my whole body.
“Jai…” I whined as the kisses crept higher, yet still so far from where they could be.
“Yes, love?” he asked. I could hear that light mocking edge to his voice.
“I need…”
“I know what you need, love. My nose is full of it, but you wanted something long and lazy, and I’m gonna give it to you.”
I tried to grumble, to suggest something else, but he reached up, pressed his thumbs into my inner thighs, and then dragged them down my legs, pushing them into the bed. Then he used that grip to spread me wide, almost painfully so, the joints protesting a little, but there was something intensely lewd about it. I was split open, every dripping fold put on display for his hungry gaze. For a moment, he just looked at me, my cunt, my body, my breasts, until his eyes speared into mine. His expression… It took me a bit to place it, but it was reverence. He looked at me like I was made of gold, like I was a wish made flesh. It made me uncomfortable, since it just wasn’t right, didn’t match what I felt to be true about myself. I went to move, to close my legs and hide away from that endless gaze, but his hands clamped down, holding me still.
He shook his head. “Don’t hide yourself from me. You changed your mind? Don’t want this? You say it, but don’t hide this. I want everything you’ve got to give, don’t ever forget that.”
And then he settled down between my legs, and I thought everything I’d been longing for was about to happen. He kissed his way across tender flesh, licking me clean where I’d left a mess, getting higher and higher. My clit twitched over and over, like an SOS beacon signalling for help that only his tongue could provide. Slick seeped out of me, readying me. I was so wet, he’d be able to slam that big hard length of his in with no friction whatsoever, and