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CHAPTER 68

DAKOTA

We kiss, and we kiss. It’s so nice to be in Murr’s arms with the realization that there’s nowhere we have to go, no one that’s going to need something. We can just luxuriate in being with each other. His mouth slants over mine, our kisses growing hungrier and more urgent the longer they go on…yet we don’t move on from this. Kissing is amazing and I’d be happy to do this for hours on end.

He pauses after a time, and we’re both panting for breath. Murr brushes his nose against mine, his eyes hooded with arousal. His hand goes to my shirt and he tugs on the fabric. “Take off?”

My first instinct is to pause, because what if someone comes in? It takes a moment to realize no one’s coming…and then it really hits me. We truly are alone.

We can both be as naked as we want.

I can touch him shamelessly all over and not have to worry that my daughter’s going to wander past.

The thought is a heady one. I reach for his wrap and give it a gentle tug. “Take off?”

Murr’s response is to kiss the heck out of me, his tongue teasing mine. I’ll take that as a yes.

I give it a quick yank and the fabric falls to the blanket at our feet. He’s gloriously naked a moment later, and I skim both of my hands down his hips, tracing over his body. He’s incredibly fit, without an ounce of fat, and all over, his skin has that strange, striated pattern that suggests scales but feels like silk under my fingers. His cock is thick, flushed with blood, and a vein traces down the thick length of him. The scaly pattern of him looks more prominent here, and when I reach down to trace one, it becomes obvious that they’re not scales as much as they are prominent ridges that ripple down his length.

Well now, how did I not notice that sooner? “Can I keep touching you, Murr?”

His eyes flutter closed and he presses his forehead to mine, cupping my face. “Murr yours,” he breathes. “All touch good.”

Perfect. That’s just what I wanted to hear. I take him in my hands, automatically testing the size of his girth. Yup, just as big as I’d thought. He’s thicker than a human man, and I’m fascinated by his size, wondering how that’s going to feel inside me, stretching things.

But first, I want to play with him.

“All touch good, you say?” I whisper, teasing him with another light kiss before I sink lower, pressing my lips to his chest.

“Very good.” His hands go to my head, burying in my hair as I kiss my way down his abdomen.

Excellent, because I plan on continuing. I sink to my knees in front of him, and then I’m face to face with his “big meat” (and I hate that I just heard Aggie’s voice in my head). He’s straining erect, desperate for my touch, and there’s a droplet of pre-cum wetting the tip.

I keep my hands on his hips, though, because I need to make sure before I get any bolder. “Can I kiss you here?”

The groan he makes is hungry and full of need. “Yes.”

I lean in and press a kiss to the side of his tip, avoiding the super-heated pre-cum just in case. I don’t want to spoil the mood just yet in case something isn’t quite what it seems. I’m supposed to be warmer now, so he won’t burn me, but what if I’m not? I carefully kiss the side of his cock again, mouthing it as I do. His skin is so gloriously warm and appealing.

Experimentally, I touch the wetness with a fingertip.

Hot, but not scalding. Perfect.

I drag my finger through the slickness and glance up at him. His face is nothing short of rapturous, his expression soft and full of wonder. “Should I stop?” I ask.

Murr’s eyes open and they widen slightly. “No.”

“Can I do more?”

In response, the hand in my hair tugs me forward. Yes, I can absolutely do more.

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CHAPTER 69

DAKOTA

There’s a wild, heady sort of power in sinking to your knees in front of a man and giving a blow job. It should be a position of vulnerability, but it depends on the man. If he looks down at you like you’re an angel come down from heaven, then you’re the one in control. It makes everything so fun.

So I decide to take my time with Murr. I want to give him an incredible experience. I want to show him how much I desire him. How much I care, even if I have a hard time letting down my guard at times. I skim my fingers over his buttocks as I press kisses to his shaft. I’m starting out slow, because I don’t know if this is normally a thing with his people. He was clueless about kissing, so I’m guessing that this might be new to him. I want him to have as much fun as I plan on having, too.

I slide one hand to his front and encircle the base of his cock. He’s a perfect handful, thick but not overwhelming, hot but not scorching, and I love the feel of him. I trail my hand lower, hefting his full sac and giving his balls a jiggle before returning to his cock, because toying with it is the most fun for me. There’s no hair on his body other than his head. It’s not all that surprising given that he seems to be covered in snakelike scales, but it’s still strange to see a naked pair of balls that aren’t nested in body hair. It makes it easier to lean in and kiss him everywhere, though. I angle his cock aside slightly so I can tongue his balls, and I’m rewarded with his sharp intake of breath.

Pulling back, I gaze up at him to see his reaction to my exploring. “Good?”

He huffs, the sound half laughter, half amazement. “Good good. Need word…big good.”

“Amazing. Incredible. Life-changing. Mind-blowing.”

“Yes,” he agrees, stroking my cheek as I press another kiss to the head of his cock. “All yes.”

I lick my palm and drag my fist up and down the base of his cock, working him slowly. He’s watching me closely, eyes avid, and I poke my tongue out, touching the tip of his cock with it.

He tastes like sweet cinnamon. I thought I’d been crazy the first time we’d touched and I’d tasted it. That I’d had residue of something else—God knows what—on my hands. But no, his cum is slightly spicy and sweet. It tingles against my tongue like a cinnamon candy.

Clearly this is so I can give him the licking he deserves. “Why do you taste so good?”

“Wife,” he manages, as if that explains everything.

Maybe so. Maybe us being bonded by his bite makes him taste amazing to me. I’ll take it. I give him another long lick. Our gazes meet, and this time, as I tongue him, I take the tip of him into my mouth.

His eyes swirl a rich, deep gold. The hand in my hair tightens, but he doesn’t shove me forward. He’s waiting to see what I do.

So I give him more. I swirl my tongue over his skin, tasting him. It’s addictive, the flavor of his skin and his cum, and I can’t stop licking him. I hold him like I would a lollipop, mouthing him with exaggerated motions. I take him deeper into my mouth as I continue, a little more each time, until the head of him teases the back of my throat.

Then, I pull back, releasing him almost fully…and then take him deep again, sucking on him as I do.

The full-body shiver Murr gives in response delights me.

Heat throbs between my thighs, and I work him with my mouth, getting even more turned on as I do. I don’t know how long I remain on my knees, lavishing his cock with my tongue and lips. He pumps slowly into my mouth, his movements speeding up as his excitement grows, and I love it. Time feels like it stands still, with nothing in the universe but his hot skin, his hard length dragging down my tongue, and the taste of cinnamon sweets in my mouth.