I want this, too, if it excites you. His eyes flare bright gold.
"You don't want it because it's my mouth on your dick?" I ask, tilting my head at him.
Of course I want that. But I like your excitement for it even more. I like that you want to pleasure me. It adds to my enjoyment. His mind grows heated with visual images, of him imagining my mouth on his cock, and there's so much anticipation and lust buzzing through his thoughts that I get turned on.
I grab Mhal's hand and drag him toward our bed. He lets me tug him along, and when I give him a little push, he flops back on the mattress with a gleam in his eye. He's still naked constantly, my drakoni. He doesn't see the need for pants or any other sort of clothing. He only tolerates me wearing things because he knows I like how pretty the fabrics are. I think if they were ugly clothes, he'd rip them off of me.
If you must hide yourself, at least enjoy it, he agrees.
I slip my dress off over my head, tossing it to the ground. I've learned the hard way that a lot of clothing doesn't last long around Mhal. Our bedsheets get ripped to shreds quickly because of his arm and leg spikes—keratin-like horns similar to the ones on his head that jut out from the backs of his calves and his bicep and lower arm—but I don't care about them today. I'll fix them later. Right now I'm more interested in getting my mouth on my man and seeing his reaction.
24
JENNY
Mhal watches me with a hungry, intense stare as I kneel next to the mattress and then climb toward him. He loves watching my breasts move, loves the way my butt jiggles as I approach, loves that my hair falls all over my skin because he knows it'll cling to him the moment I lean in. I pluck all these thoughts from his head and devour them like they're candy. I love seeing myself in his eyes, because in his mind, I'm the sexiest creature imaginable, and it makes me feel bold and unstoppable.
I lean over him and press a light kiss to his lips, and then begin to kiss my way down his chest. My tongue flicks out against his skin—which doesn't feel scaly in the slightest in his two-legged form, just warm—and I nibble my way down his flat, hard abdomen. There's no fat on Mhal. His body is lean and strong, covered in scars from old fights, and I brush my lips over each scar as I pass it.
Fights that I won, he feels he needs to point out.
I giggle, because my drakoni is nothing if not arrogant. Of course. I assumed you won, I tell him even as I tongue my way down to his navel. I have a feeling we wouldn't be here talking if you'd lost them.
Sometimes I let my opponents live, he muses, even as he reaches out to caress the top of my head. But only sometimes.
Naturally. I try not to envision what that means. I've seen far more death and killing than anyone probably should. My dad wasn't a sweet, kind man that just decided not to live in a fort. He was a mean son of a bitch to everyone but me, and I watched him kill many a man that threatened our safety. In this aspect, I have no innocence. You have to be tough to survive in the After and sometimes that includes gutting someone before they gut you.
So much thinking about gutting as you lick my abdomen, Mhal muses. I mated a bloodthirsty human, did I not?
I scrape my teeth against his stomach and growl.
Heat flares in his mind, and his fingers tighten in my hair. I liked that.
I chuckle and keep moving south. I'm about to give you a lot more to like.
His thoughts scorch with anticipation.
I love how worked up he is. I love that with my clumsy attempts at seduction, he makes me feel like an absolute goddess. I kiss lower, licking his flat abdomen, then move all the way down to his cock, which is hard and ready. I'm not sure how one starts these sorts of things, so I decide to just wing it. I take the head of him into my mouth and suck.
Mhal hisses and his back bows, his body nearly leaving the mattress.
Oooh. He wasn't expecting that. I love the pleasure that rushes through his mind, along with the surprise. I suck the tip of him again, and then add my tongue in. It's hard to do both at the same time, so I focus on following wherever his thoughts lead me. I lick up and down his shaft, holding him steady with my fingers as I do, and move down to his sac. He's got no body hair here, so I'm able to lick and suck on his skin to my heart's content, but it doesn't give me the same excited flare from his mind as it did when I worked on the head of his cock, so I kiss my way back up and then give him a long, slow lick.