He watched for a moment, trying to figure out what?—
She leaned over, wiggling her hips, and looked at him over her shoulder. “Come and get it.”
“Mmm,” he moaned as he unfastened his own clothing, dropping them to the floor.
“This is a favorite of yours,” he asked as he caressed her hips and slid his tail up her inner thigh.
“Oh yes. It’s a different—oh my,” she sighed as the tip touched her center.
“I might like this,” he said. He ran his hand along the line, up and down, feeling how moist she was for him. He slid a finger into her, and she groaned.
“You feel ready,” he said as he started stroking her with his hand, his tail still teasing that tiny button that she showed him before.
“Oh yes,” she whispered.
He needed no more invitation, and let go, instead aligning his member with her entrance, and he docked.
Hard.
She cried out.
He froze.
“Polly?”
“Don’t stop!”
He smiled. His little mate surprised him all the time. In the most delicious ways.
He began sliding in and out. She panted and cried out with every thrust.
Her body tensed.
She gripped the edges of the couch, her fingers turning white as she screamed. Her channel matched the scream, squeezing him tight as her body shattered from orgasm.
The explosion was enough to bring him to his own only a few moments later, and a matching roar coming out of him as he did.
When he finished, he stood there, hovering over her.
“Told you, this is a favorite,” Polly panted.
“I think we should keep it on our list.” He rose, and the two of them carefully stood.
The intense sensations had them both a little wobbly at first. She almost stumbled, but he wrapped his tail around her. She grabbed the tail for balance as she got her footing.
“Your tail,” she said with a chuckle.
“What about it?”
“You just use that for everything, don’t you?”
He smiled. “I have so many tricks.”
“Well, maybe we should check out some more,” Polly said.
“I think that sounds like a perfect way to finish this night.”
Erzo sprawled on the bed. His energy zapped after they played with many of his tail’s tricks. Every time they were together, it was more and more satisfying. Nothing seemed stale or repetitive. She was a magnificent bedmate.
