I don’t know what comes over me. I’m never bold. Never forward. I’ve always been too scared to explore that side of myself. But Zyntarr makes me feel the opposite of that. He makes me feel brave enough to let ‘horny Bea’ out from the cage she’s been gnawing at.
A drop of juice from the half-bitten fruit I’ve been holding falls onto Zyntarr’s collarbone. ‘Horny Bea’ seems to take the wheel because before I know it, I’m ducking down the short distance to clean the sticky juice from his skin with my tongue. An explosion of skin-stars appear in that spot, joined by morefrom other areas of his body, almost like they’re begging me to lick them, too.
“Bea-” Zyntarr says, strangling my name with the amount of restraint this man has.
Maybe it’s because from this angle, I can’t see his beautiful face, but the siren in me that I never even knew existed comes out to play. “There are a lot of ways I could care for you, Zyntarr,” I purr, my words dipped in a coating of seduction that has never left my mouth before. Right before me, I see Zyntarr’s throat bob as he swallows again. He holds himself very still, except for the rise and fall of his impressive chest. “Would you like me to show you?” I ask.
The quick grunt he gives is accompanied by an almost frantic nodding of his head. “If I am deserving of such care, Bea, I-”
Zyntarr’s voice cuts off with a sharp inhale as I give those skin-stars what they want. My starting point is his collarbone, and I lick a line up his throat to just under his jaw. Zyntarr’s huge, inky wings shudder around us. The movement makes the tiny little neon-colored stars on the tips of his feathers create little zig-zag light-streaks across my vision, reminiscent of how the tail of a sparkler imprints onto night air. “You are deserving, Zyntarr,” I whisper into his neck before being so bold as to give his scarred skin a gentle nip. “You’ve been so good to me. I want to show my appreciation.”
My heart is thudding painfully in my chest and half of me wants to freeze again. To stop this and lock up in place, not moving forward.
Well, maybe not half of me. More like a quarter? Maybe even closer to a tenth?
Whatever.
It doesn’t matter.
All that matters is that the portion of me that ison boardwith ‘horny Bea’s’ plans is so unbelievably excited right now, I might burst out of my skin.
Speaking of skin. I press my lips over the pulse in Zyntarr’s neck, the area getting so bright now with all the skin-stars zooming to meet my lips. The big man groans and shudders again, this time bringing his hands up to grip at my hips. Faintly, I can hear the soft thuds of fruits hitting the floor of his hut as he must have completely discarded them in favor of touching me.
The reaction I get from this man does nothing but spur me on, quietening that tiny part of me that is questioning all of this.
I move lower, kissing, nipping and licking the skin of his chest, stopping to pay attention to the scars over his heart. I stare at the skin for a blink or two, and at how the dim stars there look like they’re behind thick, frosted glass. “Maybe this will help them glow brighter,” I say to him, though I feel like I’m talking to myself, too.
“Bea-” Zyntarr starts, but whatever he was going to say dies in his throat as I slide off his lap and kneel between his parted legs.
I slowly stroke my palms down Zyntarr’s chest, his abs, and then to his loincloth, loving the way his skin-stars cascade down his front to follow me down there too, all of them running the obstacle course of his scars. “Yes?”
Zyntarr swallows thickly again, his eye fixed on where one of my hands rests on his thigh, the other on his waistline.
“I…”
I wait for him to finish his sentence. Instead, his gaze gets snagged on how the anticipation of what I’m about to do has me biting into my bottom lip.
I’m about to suck Zyntarr’s dick.
I’m not hugely experienced in giving head, but this already feels a million times better then when I’d tried before while I wasa teen. Mainly because he didn’t beg me until I gave in.I want to. Like… really,reallywant to. I want to make him feel good.
Zyntarr reaches forward and cups the side of my face in his huge, warm hand, the calloused skin sending tingles of sensation down the back of my neck and spine. “You are a Goddess walking among us,” he rasps, his thumb gently stroking over the apple of my cheek. “You should not kneel for a male like me.”
Why does that make me want to suck his dick even more?
“I think you’ll like me kneeling for you soon enough,” I tell him as my hands smooth up and down his thighs, starting to disappear under his loincloth. “Do I have permission to…” my hands still, dangerously close to their intended destination of that huge thing straining under there.
Zyn makes a strangled sort of noise and nods his head quickly. “You have my permission to do anything you wish, my mate.”
I can’t help it. My eyes drop briefly to his chest. It’s a reflex for me now. There’s still no bright heart-stars, but that’s ok. Maybe it will be fun trying to coax them out of hiding.
Nodding my head, I push the soft hide material of Zyntarr’s loincloth up to his hips, exposing his length. He’s so thick, and heavy that the line of him draws a slow curve off to one side, like all that weight from his desire was impossible for gravity to ignore.
I’d gotten a glimpse of his body last night, but not one that satisfied my curiosity. This - with him right in front of me, where I can practically see the pulse in his length as his skin-stars race up and down him - is very satisfying indeed.
Tentatively, I wrap my hand around him. Zyntarr seems to stop breathing altogether, but I don’t worry myself about that. I don’t take my eyes off of where my palm envelopes the hot, thickness of him, giving him an experimental stroke.
“Bea-” my name is a breath, half warning, half worship. And even with that warning, he can’t seem to help the way his purr revs up in his chest above me.
