I love making him feel good. I love hearing his sexy groans. I love seeing him lose control.
I press another kiss to the outline of his cock, and as I do, I reach behind him. I wrap my hand around the base of his tail and squeeze. From what I can tell, it feels a little bit like when my ears or neck are played with. Not quite as sensitive as his dick, but still pleasurable to manipulate. I rub my mouth against his spur through the material of his trou, pumping the base of his tail with my other hand.
"Jade," he pants. His hand tightens in my hair, as if he wants to direct my head. "My filthy, beautiful Jade."
"I'm just trying to help." I keep my tone playful. "I thought you wanted a massage. I just didn't say I'd use my hands." And I rub my face against the tent of fabric below his belt.
Adiron growls low, the sound a mix of frustration and need. "So keffing naughty. Be careful or I'm going to spank that slippery little cunt of yours."
This time, I'm the one that sucks in a breath. "Don't distract me," I breathe, squeezing around the base of his tail again. I rub my nose against the piercing on the tip of his shaft, evident through the material. I tongue it, too, and then try and fit my mouth over the head of his cock. It's really the cruelest tease, but I'm having so much fun.
He fists my hair and then reaches for his belt, for the fasteners that I've deliberately “forgotten” all about. With one quick motion, he flicks at the auto-fastener and before the belt can slither into its casing, he's shoving his trou down and then his big, thick, glorious cock is in my face. The head of him is so deep a blue he's practically purple, and as I watch, a bead of pre-cum glides down the rounded crown. "Take it," Adiron rasps. "Take it in your mouth, love."
My pussy clenches hard again. He's being so bossy, and it's turning me on like wild. I love that his hand is forceful in my hair, pressing me toward his cock. As if I need more encouragement. I drag my parted lips over the ridges along his shaft, teasing and lightly sucking. I deliberately avoid the head of him just because I know it's the most sensitive. I do give his tail another squeeze, though, and then slide my other hand up to toy with his spur. Weeks of trial and error have taught me that it's not all that sensitive, but sometimes when I rub him on the underside, it sends a shiver up his spine. I do that tonight, milking the base of his tail as I do, and I'm rewarded with a shudder.
"Keffing tease," he growls. "You were all over my cockhead a moment ago. Do I need to paint an arrow on my thighs pointing to it?"
I giggle, giving him a naughty look. Adiron always makes sex fun. Even when he's trying to be firm and take control, there's still an element of teasing. "You act like it's been years since I licked your cock. I don't think it's even been a full day."
"It's been at least twelve hours," he pants. "Twelve long, arduous hours without that sweet mouth."
"Poor baby." I stick out my lower lip in a pout and then throw him a bone. I flick my tongue out and give him the tiniest, most ridiculous little lick on the head of his cock.
"Now that's just sad," Adiron says, even though another shudder rips through him. More beads of pre-cum slide down the head, and his tail jerks wildly. "You can do better than that."
Chuckling, I give him another stingy lick. My pussy is absolutely flooded at this point, and I'm about to slide my hand into my own pants and give my body some relief.
"Oh, Jade. Jade, Jade, Jade." He pretends to be disappointed. "I'm going to have to show you how to lick properly, aren't I, baby?"
And just like that, he turns the tables on me. I suck in a breath. "Yes, please," I whisper.
"Get on your back for me, love. It's time for lessons."
I bite back a whimper as I lower myself onto the blankets. He helps me undress, undoing the auto-fasteners on my clothing. I lift my hips to help along, but my focus is entirely on my big, sexy mate. I love the way he watches me, his eyes gleaming with approval when my heavy breasts spill out of the band I use to hold everything in place. I love how he tugs my pants off and then runs his hands over my wide hips—because he loves my generous body. He loves my rounded stomach and my jiggly thighs and my oversized, un-perky breasts. He adores every bit of me and it shows in the way he looks at me, like I'm a treat he can't wait to eat up.