Her cheeks were burning again, as if she were a bashful schoolgirl rather than a fully grown woman.
“Well, it usually starts with kissing,” she managed.
“I like this kissing,” he agreed, and then he was kissing her and all of her embarrassment disappeared in the heat of his kiss.
She ran her hands over his shoulders and down his chest, just as she had the previous day, then hesitated, pulling back to look up at him.
“Is this… okay?” she asked, her voice husky.
“Yes,” he assured her. “Very okay.”
She smiled and ran her fingers down the center of his chest again. “You’re so warm. And your scales are so beautiful.”
“They are simply part of me.”
“A very nice part.” She traced the edge of one scale with her fingertip, and his whole body shivered. “Does that feel good?”
“Very good.” His voice had dropped to a rumble, and she could feel the vibration against her body. “More.”
She grinned, and finally gathered the courage to look down the length of his body. At first the scales appeared as smooth as ever, but then she noticed the huge bulge hidden beneath them. She pressed her palm flat against his stomach, just above that intriguing bulge, and his breath caught.
“How do you…?” She hesitated. “Is there something here?”
He covered her hand with his. “There can be.”
“Show me.”
He drew her hand further down his stomach, to the base of what she now realized was a thin slit in his scales, and showed her where to press. The slit separated, his heavy shaft springing free, and she gasped, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of him.
“Oh. Wow, “ she whispered, cautiously running her fingers along the glistening length.
“You’re not… human-shaped,” she added, her scientific curiosity apparently still functioning. His shaft was longer and more flexible than a human male’s, despite the girth, with a series of ridges along its length and a broader head that flared near the base.
“No,” he agreed. “Is that… acceptable?”
She heard the hint of doubt in his voice and smiled up at him. “Acceptable? Adjar, you’re incredible.”
She wrapped her hand around as much of him as she could, and he hissed with pleasure.
“Is this okay?” she asked again.
“Perfect,” he growled. “More than perfect.”
She began to move her hand, finding a rhythm that made his breath catch.
“You’re so responsive,” she murmured, her free hand reaching over to stroke his tail in the same rhythm. “I can feel every little twitch, every time you like something.”
“I like everything,” he gasped, his hips shifting slightly to meet her strokes, but when her thumb brushed over the sensitive head of his shaft, a low growl rumbled from his chest.
“I think you like that more.”
She did it again, deliberately this time, and his whole body arched into her hand.
“Tell me what else you like,” she said, dropping her voice to a husky whisper..
“Here.” He gently guided her other hand from his tail to the base of his shaft and the ridge that marked the transition from shaft to body. “Here feels good too.”
When she combined the touch at his base with the strokes along his length, his control finally snapped.
