When Charma pulled off slowly, Darcy rolled onto his back, panting.
“Oh my God,” Darcy managed to get out.
Charma licked his lips and preened.
Darcy lay there panting, and Charma slid up along his body, feeling sexy and needy, but willing to wait his turn.He liked the fact that Darcy needed recovery time from his blow job; he’d made Darcy feel so good.He preened again.
Darcy turned toward him, eyes still a little glazed, his lips slowly curving up into a wide smile.“That was…”
Charma grinned.“The word you’re looking for has got to be amazing, given it’s rendered you speechless.”
Eyes lighting up, Darcy laughed.“I’m not sure amazing is a big enough word.”
Oh, if Charma had been preening before, now he was… uber-preening.Darcy made him feel good without even touching him and that was pretty cool.
Then Darcy slid a couple fingers along his breastbone, from his neck on down to his navel, teasing his fingers around his belly button.Okay, so the words made him feel good, but Darcy’s touch was even better.
Charma moaned as Darcy slid his fingers to the side, finding and tracing his hip bone and the dip between his hip and his pelvis.He whimpered when Darcy moved to do the same thing with his other hip.
“Not fair,” he whispered.
“Should I stop teasing?”Darcy asked.
“Goddess, yes!”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure I’m going to pounce you and do unspeakable things to you if you don’t touch my cock right now!”Every little touch was teasing him terribly and his cock was dripping, aching, making him desperate to have Darcy touch him there.
“How unspeakable?”Darcy asked, a teasing glint in his eyes.
Charma opened his mouth to growl and tensed up to pounce like he’d promised he would, but before he could, Darcy’s hand finally wrapped around his cock and everything else disappeared from Charma’s head.
Darcy’s hold was gentle, but not too loose, and when he stroked, Charma’s eyes rolled back in his head and his hips bucked without him even meaning to.
“Good?”Darcy whispered.
“Uh-huh.”Charma was pretty sure he wasn’t going to be able to make words happen, so he didn’t even bother trying.
Darcy shifted, turning onto his side and tightening his hold on Charma’s cock.He moved his hand slowly, each stroke long and careful.It was perfect, that touch revving Charma up, making his balls ache and pull up against his body.If it had been fast, it would be over far too soon.Instead, Darcy’s deliberate pace was really doing it for Charma, making him feel good but not pushing him over yet, and Charma just reveled in it, felt every moment of it.
“You’re so pretty,” Darcy told him, fingers of his free hand coming to slide on Charma’s chest.His nipples were teased and then given a firmer touch.His nipples tightened, just like his balls had, and drew up as if trying to make themselves more noticeable to Darcy and his questing fingers.
Then Darcy’s words sank in, and he could feel his cheeks heat.“If you think I’m pretty, you should see my chameleon.”
“I have,” Darcy reminded him.“And yeah, you’re probably the prettiest chameleon I’ve ever seen, but I prefer the human you.Like a lot.”
Charma put his hands over his head and stretched, showing off a little for Darcy.“You do, eh?”
“Can I do this with your chameleon?”Darcy asked, moving his hand faster, thumb sliding across his slit on every upstroke.Then Darcy leaned in and took his right nipple between hot lips, applying suction.
Charma cried out and arched.“Don’t stop!”
Darcy didn’t stop.In fact, the suction increased, making Charma crazy.
His hips set up a rhythm, pushing up into each and every stroke, Darcy’s hand so good, hot and getting tighter.He was going to come and soon.
He rolled his head from side to side, hips working, babbling.He wasn’t sure he was even saying words, but it just felt too good to even care.
