Chapter 6

This was so…hot.

There was a level of anticipation, like in the riding a rollercoaster kind of way where you can see the drop coming but there is no way to get out of it. He was wrapped all around me like a tight, slithering massive that shifted and clutched at me. His muscles massaged mine as he moved, lifting me up in the air. The thick mass of the part of his tail that was closer to his upper body spread my legs open and he shifted, dragging his smooth scales against the outside of my trousers.

I rocked my hips involuntarily, letting out a gasp as he rubbed against me.

My head rocked back, and I spotted the small blinking red light in the corner.

"Caley, turn off the video," I yelled at the ceiling. "Or don't watch. I'm all good in here."

Aeson cupped my jaw with his massive hand, pulling my face back to look at him. At that moment, his tail shifted again, rolling against me, and I moaned. I tried to put my hands out to the sides but he tightened around me.

"I will taste you now," he commanded. "If you wish me to stop, say stop."

I nodded, unable to form words.

He tilted his head to the side.

"What will you say if you wish me to stop?" he asked. He stopped moving, just holding me in stillness so that my brain could recover from the overwhelming positive stimulus and form a functioning thought.

"I will stay stop," I said.

"Good girl," he rumbled, his entire body vibrating against me with the sound, sinking down into my bones and causing me to melt like putty in his grip.

"Oh, do that again," I gasped out.

"Call you a good girl?" he asked.

"No, the vibration." I smiled at him. "That felt amazing. It was like you just went over my full body with a gentle car buffer. It felt really good down to my bones."

"I am pleased that you tell me when you want more of something," he rumbled, his entire body vibrating again, sending waves of pleasure through my entire body. His touch was so strong and yet gentle, holding me without pinching or bruising, just firm, deliberate grip that caused his vibration to sink down to my bones, to touch something inside of me that desperately needed attention.

I could feel it down in my pelvic floor as well, and when he stopped the vibration, it was like trying to fly in a dream and yet continuing to arc and float back down to the ground.

"Oh, I'm so close just from that," I protested. "If you do it again, you're going to get me there without even your mouth."

"I am too selfish for that," he chuckled. "I wish to taste the first time I bring you to your peak. I wish to see it and feel it."

"You're going to need to take my pants off to do that," I laughed, wiggling in his grip. I couldn't get free at all, not even to pull my own trousers down.

He moved, his entire body shifting around me, sliding and caressing me, moving and manipulating me until I was lying on my back on a bed made out of his coiled end of his tail. His fingers slid into the top of my jeans, sending sparks of electricity through my lower abdomen as he brushed against the sensitive spots on the inside of my hip bones.

"May I remove these?" he asked.

"Please do." I grinned.

He tugged, and I slid closer to his upper body, my legs going to either side of him as I pressed up against his hips. The slit where his members had emerged was right there. As much as that delicious part of me wanted to tease him, I didn't move against him.

This was about me.

The only part of this that was about him was him showing me that he could be a careful and considerate lover, something I had to verify before I committed to him for the next year. He was far too massive and muscular for me to just wing this. I needed to know that he was dedicated to my pleasure.

"Is there some trick to these?" he asked. "How do they come off?"

"There is a button on the front and a zipper," I pointed out. "After you loosen them you'll have to lift up my hips to slide them off."

He shifted me back on his tail, his muscular length rolling and rubbing against my back like a massage chair flattened and turned into a bed made of writhing serpents. He leaned down and inspected the front of my jeans. He lifted my shirt up and I shifted, trying to suck my belly back so it didn't fold down over the edge of my jeans.

"I'm going to do more cardio soon." I winced as his eyes focused on the jiggles of my midsection. "I can get rid of that."

He stroked a light finger over the soft folds of my belly, causing a tremble to race through me.

"This part of you is delightfully softer than the rest," he pointed out. "I would prefer if you kept it."

I flushed and didn't respond.

With a gentle touch, he unthreaded the button and pulled down the zipper. He lifted my hips and slid my trousers down slowly, his thumbs brushing against the inside of my thighs, his touch small brands of fire licking against my skin.

He pulled them all the way off my feet and then hooked the sides of my underwear, repeating the gesture a little slower.

"I will remove these coverings now." He stared into my eyes.

I fidgeted, turning my face away from him as my feet shifted against his soft scales. It was too intense. He paused, the edges of my underwear pressing against my pubic area as he stopped mid motion.

"You will respond with a yes, you want me to continue," he replied. "Or I will stop."

I covered my face with my hands.

"Can't we turn off the light or something?" I glanced over at the sunlight streaming through the lacy white curtains as I spoke.

"No," he replied. "I must see what I am doing for the first few times to ensure I give the best performance. We will stop or we will continue."

His thumbs traced circles around my hipbones, and I sucked in a sharp breath, my lips parting as I widened my legs. The end of his tail curled around one of my ankles.

I met his eyes again.

"Yes, I want you to continue." My words came out breathless.

He didn't pull my underwear down my legs.

He tore them off of me.

"Hey!" I gasped, licking my lips, my skin around my lower abdomen and inner thighs tightening.

"I have already bought you new ones." He lightly traced his fingers over the outside of my mound, softly touching the hair, which abruptly yanked my thoughts away from what he had just said.

I flushed, dipping my chin down. I began to close my legs but his tail gripped tighter around my ankle, resisting my instinctive movement.

"I didn't think to shave." I struggled to keep looking at him as my smile trembled on the edges of my lips.

"Why would you shave this?" His finger traced the fold of my outer lips. "This is beautiful."

Tears caught in the corners of my eyes as my heart gave me emotional whiplash. I swallowed, unable to form words for a moment. The fact that such a simple statement had caught me off guard like that, and hit me that hard, was intense. Being exposed like that, being visible without a shield of clothing to protect my body from criticism only to be met with appreciation… I hadn't been prepared for it.

"Now I will taste," he hissed out.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine.

I arched my back as he gently teased me, his tongue flicking lightly against me as he did just that, take a small taste.

I held my breath, waiting for him to pull back, to change his mind, to say this wasn't for him, that he didn't like the taste or smell, or that there was something wrong with me.

Why was I always waiting for someone to say there was something wrong with me?

Instead, he groaned.

His entire body rumbled and it felt like I was on a vibrating massage bed.

Heat flooded me as he licked me again, this time with a firm determination to explore. He caressed me, his narrow tongue flicking in and out of my folds, teasing me with small light touches before he pressed a thicker, wetter part of his tongue against me, the narrower tip slipping down to explore my opening.

"Oh, your tongue is long," I gasped.

His only reply was another guttural groan and a full body rumble of vibration.

He began to circle my nub in firm, delicious motions, stroking me with increasing intensity. I rocked my hips with his caresses. As I tilted my hips upward, the tip of his tongue slipped into me, and I was lost.

I was in a world of pleasure.

My entire body relaxed with the shifting, massaging grip of his, my pleasure rocketing upwards as he followed every twitch and gasp, chasing the noises of my pleasure with the determination of his touch. He was there for me, holding me, lifting me upwards.

When I reached a glorious peak, I couldn't help myself as I clamped my thighs around his head, my hips rocking as I cried out, my throating delight matched by his own groans.

He slowed as I slowed, continuing to lick me with gentle strokes.

I waited for a long moment, enjoying the continual touch, before I reached down to lightly touch his cheeks, lifting his head up so I could look into his eyes.

"That was amazing," I said. "Thank you."

"I am not done," he replied.

"Oh, I came really hard," I pointed out. "I think you've done a good job."

He smiled at me.

"One is never enough," he replied. "This is my chance to convince you to take me on as your mate, so I will show you my stamina and determination."

"Well, if that's what you want to do," I giggled. "I'm not going to stop you."

He grinned in response.