He raised his head. “I’ve been interested in that since I met you.”
Her cheeks warmed.
He ran his finger along her neck, down her chest, slowly unfastening the clasps. Her heart pounded, and she bit her lip, feeling his slow exploration of her skin. He revealed a small bit and would lean down and kiss her. Then he would open her clothing up more and taste that piece of her.
As he worked her shirt open, her body trembled. His deliberate slow movement and care for each touch and kiss heightened her desires.
He kissed down her chest.
He revealed her breast, first the left, then the right.
He kissed each one, his tongue’s texture a little rough against the delicate skin, and she sighed. When he swirled the nipple in his mouth, she gripped the bedding, holding on, because the sensation was much more intense than she’d ever felt.
“How do you do that?” she panted.
“Do what?”
“Make it feel that good.”
He smirked, and even the vibrations of that sent shivers through her. “Mate, you have felt nothing yet.”
She paused at his use of the word ‘mate.’ It was different. Unusual.
Not human.
She liked it. Much more than she expected.
She put her hand on his head, feeling his hair between her fingers.
He hummed against her skin as he ran kisses over her chest. Even his tail was a part of the action, swinging around, and adding to the stroking, all up and down.
Her brain felt like overload was imminent as he continued to stroke and touch her. She’d run her hands across his shoulders and over his hair.
He’d look at her.
Those dark eyes of his, gleaming with mischief.
Then he’d kiss her round stomach again.
He ran his finger along her side.
She jerked, the stroke tickling her.
“Don’t,” she said, shifting underneath him.
“Did that hurt you?” he asked.
“It tickled.”
“I see,” he said. He ran his finger over that spot on her side again.
She jerked. “Stop it, that’s not exactly in the moment.”
“On the contrary, I think it is,” he said and scooted down lower. “I need to investigate this ticklish spot and see what activates it.”
He kissed her side. His tongue ran over the area.
She did not wince from tickling.
