It’s a glorious sensation, feeling her body shaking from the pleasure I gave her. It ripples over my tongue and through my soul, my dick begging to be released from my genie from.
If it weren’t already so risky to be doing this is public, I would go for round two. I could keep her here, on my face, for all of eternity and be a happy man.
After a few moments of catching her breath, she shimmies down off my face, sitting on my chest. I stroke her thighs gently, licking my lips and enjoying the remnants of her that coat my face.
“That was…wow.” She exhales deeply, eyes sparkling as she watches me.
I give her a grin, winking as I tell her, “I would offer to do it again, but wearein the middle of the conservation area, and that might be pushing our luck.”
Her eyes widen, and she jumps up from me. I float upward, stifling the laugh that builds in my throat as she frantically pulls her underwear and shorts back on.
I retrieve her shirt, bringing it over to her quickly so that she can stop stressing. If I had heard any noises, I would’ve stopped. Though my hearingwasa bit muffled.
“I can’t believe we just did that.” She shakes her head, a small laugh following her words.
Not going to lie, I’m even a little shocked myself that we just had our firstexperiencetogether in the woods. Not at all disappointed, though—it was exhilarating.
Shifting back to my human form, I smooth out my clothes. It’s quite handy that I don’t have to take them off before I change forms, unlike a werewolf or something.
I slip my hand in hers, leading her back to the main part of the trail. “Well, do you want to continue our walk?”
She looks at me with furrowed brows, and I quickly give her a smile. “I’m only kidding. Let’s get you home so you can clean up.”
“That’s more like it. I was beginning to think you weren’t such a gentleman after all,” she says, giving me a cheeky grin.
I shake my head, letting out a brief laugh. “For you, I’ll always be a gentleman.”
Chapter Nine
RAYA
I know I’ve had Arman over before, but this time is different. Last time, he only got to see my front hall and living room. Now, I’m going to give him a tour.
Of my entire house.
My safe space.
Inviting him into it feels right, but also makes my brain go into overdrive. The cloud of doubt looms heavily at the back of my mind, and I have to fight everything in me to stay calm.
As we walk through the house, I tell him the obvious—what each room is, as if he can’t tell which one is the kitchen. The one with the stove and fridge, duh.
I can’t help it, though. If I silently lead him around, that’s awkward. But isn’t overexplaining it all a bit awkward too?
Relax, relax. I just need to relax.
The last room I have to show him is my office. The gamer room, as Orie calls it. She likes games too, but not the same kind as me. She plays a lot of retro games on older consoles, where I have a PC.
My heart pounds with each step we take closer to the room. The door comes into sight, closed, to prevent any sneak peeks.
When we reach the door, I look over my shoulder and up at him. He wears an expression similar to that of when I agreed to go to dinner with him.
Which I now know is a good thing.
“This is my office slash streaming room.” I grab and turn the handle, leading him in.
For some reason, bringing him into this space of mine and watching how he reacts makes mesonervous. What if he thinks I’ve decorated weirdly?
He wanders through it like a kid in a candy store. Taking in everything, touching everything, all with a glowing smile. It’s cute.
