I looked down at my chest, and sure enough, my usual light tan color was just on this side of lobster. “Oops, I guess I was in the sun longer than I thought.”
He disappeared into his bathroom and returned with a bottle of oil. The viscous liquid shimmered in the light like it had tiny specs of gold.
“It’s oil meant for dragon wings, and has healing properties. I splurged on some last year. Lie down on your front; I’ll put some on you.”
I did, and he moved my hair out of the way. The oil had healing properties all right, but I wasn’t sure whether it was from the oil itself or his deft fingers. I moaned as his hands, covered in oil, smoothed over my skin. The gold-flecked liquid glided like silk between us, and the light floral aroma made me feel heady and giddy.
With several pulls of the ties holding my bikini on my body, I was naked. I could feel the heat of his gaze on me, even with my face pressed into the pillow. Firm palms dragged slick oil over the globes of my ass.
I laughed. “I don’t think I burned my butt.”
“I had to make sure.”
His hands stilled on my ass, his thumbs tracing slow, deliberate circles over my skin. Then his fingers tightened, his grip turning possessive. The oil made my skin gleam under the soft light, my breasts rising and falling with my quickened breath. His eyes raked over me, lingering on the flush still painting my chest, the way my nipples pebbled under his stare.
He pulled me up to my hands and knees, and after another generous drizzle of oil warmed between strong hands, hesoothed my collarbone and chest. Slick with oil, his thumbs brushed the undersides of my breasts before cupping them. I arched into his touch, a whimper escaping me as his fingers pinched my nipples, rolling them between his knuckles. The oil made everything slippery,his touch gliding over my skin like he was memorizing every inch of me.
“Graham…”
My plea died on my lips when oil-slicked fingers slid down over my belly to my pussy, the oil enhancing my own wetness. His tail joined in the quest, the tapered tip dragging up my inner thigh. I held my breath, my body remembering exactly what that tail could do.
How could I forget when he hadn’t failed to remind me every day since?
“You like this, don’t you?” His voice was a dark purr. “You liked it when I fucked you with my tail.”
I couldn’t lie. Not when my body was already trembling, already aching for more.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“That’s a good girl.”
His tail pressed in, making my back arch. It stretched me until my toes were curling. His hands left my breasts, one gripping my hip to hold me in place, the other sliding between my thighs to tease my clit. His tail pulled out only after several thrusts, only to be replaced by the broad head of his cock.
I hadn’t even realized he’d gotten his pants off.
I gasped into the mattress at the first thrust of his thick length. His cock was veiny and mildly ridged, and I could feel it all as it speared into me, holding me wide open. But he didn’t move.
I whined, shoving my ass back at him.
He reached for the oil and drizzled more of it over my ass and pussy. Then his tail was there at the rosebud of my ass.
I froze, worried that it would hurt.
“I’ve never tried that before,” I admitted.
“I will make it feel good,” he promised. “I promise to make it good for you.” The tip of his tail rubbed in slow circles, and to my shock, my pussy only grew wetter.
“But won’t it be easier by itself?” I asked, still nervous.
“This will be easier. Let me show you, Trouble.”
He thrust his cock several times into me, and my body reacted wildly, shoving back against him. The tip of his tail breached my tight opening. There was a slight discomfort, but it was masked by a new pleasurable sensation I’d never felt before.
“Push out,” he ordered before sliding his cock in and out of my pussy several more times.
And this time, when my body responded to his, rocking back and forth, I pushed out when I felt the pressure. His tail, slick withoil, and my juices slid in. I was sure it was only an inch or two, but it felt so full. I keened, a guttural sound coming from my throat.
“Good girl. You want more?” Graham murmured, bent over my body, his breath hot against my skin. “Tell me.
