He parted our lips again to look up at me. I knew he wanted to say something but struggled to find the words. He leaned up to continue the kiss, but I pushed against his chest.
“I want something.”
“Anything,” he breathed, his hands sliding up my back.
“I want to see more.”
He studied me. “Does that mean we can try something else? Since you are so keen onobservationtonight?” He’d already slipped the top half of my dress off my torso.
Considering his words, I was unsure what else he would want to try. I did not believe I had seen anything past his forearms. Imagining him without his clothing did give me some excitement. I would not mind seeing more, foreducationalreasons, of course.
Even when I remembered how rough he was with me in the past, I wondered what he would be like when he used that aggression in more agreeable ways.
I realized he could probably pick up on my arousal when he licked his lips. His hand cupped my face and then moved to theback of my neck, jerking me forward so that I lay on top of him. His lips were greedy, pulling and biting at mine.
Grinding my hips into his, I gasped. I could feel that he was already stiff. Judging from the bulge, my body had not known pain until the day he decided to usethatthing on me.
My hands wandered to his shirt, unbuttoning it down the front. He looked up at me as he began to leave marks on my neck, along my throat, and then between my breasts. Marking was a common theme with him, it seemed. The shirt soon slipped from his form. I ran my hands over him, reading his defined muscles like braille, trailing the unexplored territory.
A deep, low clicking sound escaped him. At this point, I was unsure if this nonverbal communication was one of endearment or predation. Maybe it was just from any sort of stimulus that caused arousal, like how some cat species use prusten communication to chuff at each other or how bats chatter in the night.
I lowered myself between his legs on the floor. As I began to undo his trousers, he grabbed my hand. Instead of letting me continue, he just stared at me. Why did he look so worried?
“You’ve denied me every step of the way. Are you sure you want to do that?” He looked at my expression, carefully analyzing it.
“I’m curious,” I whispered. “What are you afraid of?”
He took a shaky breath and traced a finger over my brow before cupping my face. “I’m afraid that I won’t stop.”
Not knowing if the admission was genuine, I could at least appreciate some display of vulnerability from him. The thought of someone not being able to hold back their carnal craving for me made my heart lurch to my throat.
I ignored him and leaned down, pulling away his trousers and working at his underwear next.
When I pulled out his cock, it practically rushed to meet me. I could see why he was nervous.
The hesitation was not due to size and girth. In those respects, he was beyond what I could have imagined. It was remarkable really. I was afraid to put a number on it because admittedly I had not seen anything so...large. It only made sense that he was not human. It would be the only explanation for the display before me.
I bit my lip and looked up at him.
He was watching me still. He was waiting for a reaction—anything from me. Was it possible that he cared what I thought?
I turned my attention back down to his length and left lingering touches there with the tips of my fingers. It was inhuman in stature. I was impressed, to say the least, though I thought it would be more like torture to put that thing anywhere near a vagina.
I leaned down and pressed my lips to the head, flattening my tongue along the slit. He shuddered, and I could see him blink out of his trance.
My hand moved along the velvety length, and I ran my tongue down the side. A wetness had already dripped from his tip to meet my taste buds. The taste mixed in my mouth as I licked, finally putting the tip in my mouth.
He grunted, and his head fell to the side, watching me work in the warm light. The sounds he made were enough for me to feel that tightening in the bottom of my stomach. He pushed deeper into my mouth, touching the back of my throat, and almost prompted a gag.
He flinched at the sound before relaxing again.
Why is he so flighty?
I pulled him out of my mouth, letting the spit pool at the head. I used it to slick down the rest of the length. Upon inspection,I saw something off. I knew he saw the moment I noticed it because he physically tensed.
Along the underside of his cock, close to the base, I could see a pattern. It looked like threeVshapes stacked upon each other, measuring a half inch long each.
Much like his fangs, he had folded spines under the base of his cock. They were almost perfectly matched to his skin, except the black gradient at the sharp point, like small porcupine quills. They folded flush to his skin. I could not even feel them when touching him.
