laid me down on the bed. “I want to see all of you.” He grabbed the hem of my white cotton nightshirt and took it off over my head.
He then sat back on his haunches, sliding his glowing gaze down my body.
“So?” I exhaled a nervous giggle, since he just stared at me, not saying a word. “What do you think?”
“You’re breathtakingly beautiful.” Splaying his hand on my stomach, he slid it up to the valley between my breasts. “Your skin is glowing in the moonlight.”
I didn’t know my Colonel could be this poetic. I wasn’t sure about the glowing part, but my skin tingled with warmth and my chest heated with pleasure from his attention and the admiration in his eyes.
“Do you find me odd? Different from what you’re used to?” I asked.
“Special, my Daisy-flower, not odd.” He shook his head. “You are nothing like anyone I’ve ever seen. You make me feel like no one else, too. You are you—beautiful, kind, and unique. And I wouldn’t have you any other way.”
He was unique for me, too. One of a kind. And it had very little to do with his otherworldly looks.
Now that I finally had him, I wanted to explore every inch of his marvelous body. I slid my hands up his abs—carved granite, covered by short velvety fur. It was considerably thicker and longer over his pecs.
A trail of longer fur also ran from his belly button down to his magnificent erection that bobbed hard and strong again. I stared at it for a moment, wondering how it had ever fit inside me in the first place. The sensation of being stretched impossibly wide lingered between my legs, tingling with a renewed rush of need.
He leaned lower, gently trailing his lips along my skin, just below my ear.
“Kiss me, Grevar,” I whispered, fisting my hands in the fur on the back of his head.
With a groan, he took my mouth, pressing his chest to mine. His fur tickled my erect nipples. The tip of his tongue slipped past my lips, and I met it with my tongue. Arching my back, I longed to press every inch of my body to his.
His hands seemed to be everywhere at once. Massaging my breasts, squeezing my ass, gliding along my skin with increasing urgency.
His long tongue wrapped around mine, and I moaned into his mouth. He broke the kiss, leaning back to see my face.
“Don’t stop,” I begged. “I want to feel your tongue...everywhere.”
He gave me a lop-sided grin. “I’d love to taste all of you, too.”
Shifting down my body, he circled the tip of my breast with the tapered tip of his tongue. With a flash of heat in his flaming eyes he tightened the circle, squeezing my nipple in the noose of his slick, hot tongue.
“Wow...” I undulated under him, riding the wave of pleasure that rolled over me. “This is just...wow.”
“You like that?” he asked smugly, before switching to another breast, playing with it by squeezing, pulling, and flicking the nipple with his tongue.
“Oh, God, yes...” I panted. From the moment I’d first seen his tongue, I’d been intrigued by its potential. “I had no idea you could use it like that.” His tongue turned out to be a perfect tool for delivering pleasure, and he wielded it with skill and confidence, driving me mad with lust.
“You just wait...” he murmured, sliding further down.
Hands on my knees, he opened my legs then dove between my thighs.
I gasped loudly as his tongue slipped inside me. The tip circled the walls of my opening, teasing the spot inside me that made my knees tremble from intense pleasure.
He leaned closer, rubbing the sensitive spot between my folds with the thicker base of his tongue.
I moaned and writhed from the double-pleasure. He gripped my hips, keeping me steady for the assault of ecstasy.
Waves of bliss rolled through my body, building up. The achy pressure grew unbearable. Gripping his horns, I lifted my hips up, fully giving myself to his mouth and tongue. He moved it faster, rubbing harder, and I exploded with pleasure, coming hard.
Panting, I let the swells of my orgasm roll through me, as he twirled his marvelous tongue in and out of me, reaping every last shudder of pleasure, again and again.
Letting go of his horns, I dropped my arms to the side. Staring up to the starry sky above us through the lace of the flowering garlands of the canopy, I felt as if I were floating,