“What—” Her question died on her tongue.
“I told you you can touch my tail.”
“Oh.” That was her only response.
But that was fine. I didn’t need her words. I wanted her moans, her whimpers, the sounds she made when I touched her just right.
My tail found the edge of the thin scrap of fabric hiding her sex, and I groaned. She was already wet, different from the rain that drenched us. I traced her seam over the lacy fabric, teasing her until she squirmed in my arms.
“Graham!”
“Don’t move, Trouble. You don’t want me to drop you, do you?”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
My response was to press the tip of my tail over her clit, rubbing slow circles through the fabric. She whimpered, her hips rocking against me, and I tightened my grip on her to keep her steady.
The rooftop patio came into view, and I landed with a sharp thud, my wings bracing to steady us. The door was locked, but the magical lock we’d installed recognized my aura and clicked open. Then Meera’s hands were on me, her touch searing through my shirt, her nails dragging over my skin.
I groaned and wrestled the door open, stepping inside with her still wrapped around me.
“Hurry,” she whispered.
“Impatient, are we?” I snuck my tail under her underwear.
Meera gasped as it brushed against her sensitive flesh, her eyes widening when she realized what it was. I watched her pupils dilate as I teased her with it, the tapered end circling her entrance before sliding inside with a slow, deliberate thrust.
She keened and clawed her nails down my back, then rolled her hips, begging for more.
The desperate sound that tore from her lips had me stumbling over a planter as I made my way through the common area, dripping over the hardwood floor and the rugs, until I reached the door to my personal suite. We stumbled inside, my hands already tearing the dress over her head. I was so grateful it had stretch, because if I had to deal with a fucking zipper right now, the dress would’ve ended up in shreds.
I took a moment to drink her in. Her tan skin was flushed and warm despite being soaked by the rain.
I guided Meera backward until her knees hit the edge of the couch, and withdrew my tail. My hands slid down her sides to grip the waistband of her soaked panties. The lace clung to her skin, and I growled at the sight. I dragged them down her thighs, leaving her bare before me.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I murmured.
I pressed a kiss to the top of her mound, and she gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair as I sank to my knees in front of her.
The first taste of her was of sweet ambrosia. My tongue swirled over her clit in slow, deliberate circles. Meera’s thighs trembled, her breath coming in sharp little pants as I worked her, my hands gripping her hips.
“Graham!”
I plunged my tail into her again, and the sound that came from her mouth almost made me come in my pants. Her back arched off the couch as I pumped my tail inside her, curling the tip just right. I could feel her tightening around me, her body coiling like a spring, and I doubled my efforts, my mouth and tail moving in tandem.
Her nails scraped against my scalp right by where my horns joined my temples, and her hips rocked against my face. I could tell she was close. Her breath came in short gasps, and her thighs clamped around my horns.
“Come for me, Trouble,” I growled. “Let me taste it.”
I latched onto her clit and suckled. Her body shook, and she cried out as her release flooded my tongue. I lapped at her, drawing out every last shudder until she collapsed back against the couch, boneless and breathless.
I pressed a final kiss to her inner thigh before pulling back, my lips glistening. Meera’s eyes were half-lidded, her chest heaving. Gods! She was a beautiful sight.
Meera reached for me, her eyes on my cock, which pressed so hard against the front of my pants that the fabric threatened to tear. With a practiced motion, I undid the button and shoved my pants down my thighs before kicking them away.
She inhaled sharply.
“There are ridges!”
