“I can’t… I’m going to…”
“Yes,” she encouraged, increasing her tempo. “Show me. Show me how much you like this.”
With a roar that she felt in her bones, he came. The heated jets of golden seed splashed over her hands and his scales, his whole body shuddering. As the aftershocks subsided, he gathered her close, his wings folding around them both, and he buried his face against her neck.
“That was perfect,” he murmured against her skin, and she smiled, a sense of feminine satisfaction she’d never felt before warming her from the inside out.
“So are you, you know.”
He raised his head to look at her, and the expression in his eyes made her breath catch.
“I want to give you pleasure,” he said. “Like you gave me.”
Her heart skipped a beat. “You don’t have to?—”
“I want to,” he interrupted firmly. “Please.”
How could she say no to that?
“Okay,” she whispered. “Just… I haven’t done this in a while, so be patient with me.”
“I will be very patient,” he promised, his hand already sliding up her body to the fastening of her coverall. “And then I will make you very loud.”
She laughed, the sound breathless with anticipation as he undressed her with surprising dexterity, his large fingers nimble and sure as they unfastened her coverall and pulled it down her body.
Her clothing hit the floor, and then she was naked in his arms, his scales warm against her skin. She waited for her nerves to kick in, the usual discomfort that made her turn stiff and uncomfortable, but his gaze traveled over her with such obvious appreciation that any lingering embarrassment vanished. He was looking at her like she was the most fascinating discovery he’d ever made.
“You should never wear that ugly clothing again,” he said firmly, and she laughed.
“I need it to keep warm.”
“Then I will keep you warm instead,” he murmured, running his hands down her arms, across her shoulders, and then finally, hesitantly, cupping her breasts.
She gasped as his palms brushed her nipples. The scales there were smooth but slightly textured, creating a delicious friction as he explored.
“Is this pleasing?” he asked, watching her face intently.
“Very pleasing,” she assured him, arching into his touch. “More, please.”
He obliged, his thumbs circling her nipples in maddeningly slow sweeps. The sensation sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her, and she found herself clutching his shoulders, her nails scratching against his scales.
“Harder,” she demanded, and he complied, pinching the sensitive buds gently. She cried out, her hips bucking involuntarily against him.
“You like this?” he asked, his voice low and dark with satisfaction.
“Yes. Don’t stop.”
His tail slipped between them as he continued to tease her breasts. The flexible spines were surprisingly soft against her skin as he trailed it down her stomach and between her thighs.
“Here?” he asked, his tail brushing lightly against her curls. “You like this too?”
She was so wet that the light touch sent a shock of pleasure through her. “Yes. Please.”
He obliged, his tail parting her folds and stroking up and down her slit with the perfect amount of pressure. Each pass grazed her clit, making her whimper with need.
“I need more,” she gasped, her hands sliding up to tangle in his hair.
“Show me,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “Show me how to please you.”
