“It’s just water,” he says, like it’s nothing. He sprawls out on the mattress beside me, rolling over onto his side.
“And the dishes.”
“Yeah, and you made dinner. I haven’t had a home cooked meal like that in forever.”
“You did help.”
“You mean the part where I moved the uncooked chicken from the package to the pan? Or the part where you said, ‘stop standing where I’m trying to walk, just stay over here and stir the sauce’?”
“Yeah, that’s still your fault for not reading my mind,” I hum, threading an arm around him and tucking my forehead against his chest. I don’t know how to explain that all the littlethings he does are so much more than that. It’s the gesture, the thoughtfulness, the simple warmth of it. I want to keep the feeling it gives me in a jar, to preserve it forever.
There aren’t curtains up yet to diffuse the harsh glare of the setting sun, it’s an odd mixture between too bright and too dark. My eyes hurt trying to see, so I close them and just feel how good it is to be held by him.
19
Ellis
It’s cute, watching her play with my tail absently. It doesn’t feel much on that end, but the moment her fingers trace a foot or so down its length, the underside of my tail quickly becomes more sensitive.
The warmth of her hands stirs my libido awake, and soon it’s obvious I’m enjoying her exploration. Beneath my gray sweats, my cock lengthens and thickens with every new brush of her palm.
I bite down against the next sound, and a groan escapes me. Her fingers are so light and teasing. It doesn’t feel like that when I touch it, that’s for sure. I’d never considered that my tail could be any kind of erogenous zone.
She notices, however, and interest lights up her deep brown eyes. They hold mine for a breath, and mischief tugs at the corner of her mouth. “So, when are we going to talk about you shooting your shot a year ago?”
I let out an exasperated laugh and oh, fuck. I’m so in love with this girl. I’m down in the deep end, and I’m not leaving. “Nope, no, we’re not. I’ll combust if we talk about that, actually. Please.”
Her hands toy absently with mine a moment before she gathers my wrists up and pins them to the pillow above my head. I can’t help but grin and shimmy a little further down on the mattress under her.
“Oh, alright,” she sighs, but the look that crinkles her eyes is affectionate. “But I’m not about to forget what you said in those DMs any time soon.”
“You can’t prove that was me.”
Lacey sits up, throwing a knee over my side and straddling my hips. With a wry look, she asks, “You think there’s a lot of guys with blue tails as their profile pics out there?”
God, this girl.
She holds my wrists down, but she can’t possibly believe that she’s got me. It wouldn’t take a whole lot to get out if I wanted. Her body hangs over mine, and my cock twitches uselessly against the waistband of my sweatpants. She presses a quick kiss to my mouth, a mere peck, followed by another kiss, this one meant to devour. Ok, she’s got me.
It didn’t escape my notice that she shimmied out of her pants while I was in the other room. My tail raises up between her legs, careful not to bump into either of them.
She stiffens briefly as the tip of my tail traces her through her underwear and lets out a little gasp against my mouth. The little note of pleasure that rides on her breath spurs me on. Lacey buries her face in my shoulder.
It’s too tempting to only drag my tail back and forth against the crux of her thighs, I find the edge of her panties and, in a maneuver that is a lot harder to accomplish without an opposable joint assisting, pull them aside and ease into her. I find her soft, warm, and willing. She’s so wet already, my tail quickly becomes slick as it glides back and forth, dragging through her folds to her heated center.
Lacey’s hand clenches a fistful of my shirt as she pushes herself back up to sit, the other raking a path of sensation downmy body. Her fingers hook on my waistband, tugging it down and freeing my cock. She sinks back down on her heels, and I let out a hiss as the damp heat of her panties presses against my shaft.
My cock twitches, smothered between her thighs. I can just see the tip poking out from under the soft pouch of her stomach, leaking onto my abdomen. Her tits jiggle above me while she rocks her hips against mine, the sweet friction gathering tension inside my core with every pass.
Her breath grows shallow, and I’m trying not to be too overtly distracted by the way it makes her stomach move, the fabric of her T-shirt strains between her breasts, as if barely containing them at the tip of each breath. I’m so mesmerized by the points of her nipples pressing through the fabric I can’t even read the faded graphic letters on the shirt.
Watching her face as she rides my tail is perfection itself. Her brows pinch together as the tip twitches inside her, her breath catching in her throat. There’s an idea. I switch from trying to thrust the tip into her to flexing it, curling up and down.
Her eyelashes flutter open as her core tightens briefly around my tail, a small gasp parting her lips.
“Yeah?” I grin, making a mental note to do that again.
“You can’t start with that,” she moans, panting as she pulls back. She scoffs, and tugs my tail out of herself, glistening with her wetness. Arching a brow, I sit back and watch. “I want you to work me up.”
