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and sexy.
And then I remember crying for real,
sobbing, coming unglued in his arms, naked
in all ways from the wonder of his hands on
my body and his kindness in my ear.
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I settled down after a moment and
turned away from him. He slid out of bed
and came back from the privy, a wash cloth
in his hand to clean me up. When he was
done, he wrapped his arm around my chest
and snugged his naked, still semi-hard body
up against my back.
I m sorry, I murmured, voice clogged.
I& it s so much better with someone. It s so
much better when someone cares. Someone
else s touch on my skin& it s& . I trailed off
again. I m sorry, I repeated. I ll try not to
be such a sniveling child. I will. I d rather
learn to make this good for you too.
There was a weak chuckle again.
Gods, he breathed. Gods, Naef& you trus-
ted me to do that to you. Don t you see? It
doesn t get any better than that.
Really? His cock was still hard against
my backside, and I wiggled back against him
and felt it flex. With a determined frown, I
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wiggled one more time, just to hear his
breath catch.
I think that s a crock of shite, I said
after a few more experimental wiggles. I
would wager it could get much better than
that.
He breathed in hard through his nose
and buried his face in my neck again, this
time biting the place where my shoulder and
neck join hard enough to make me gasp.
You re right, he breathed. Here, roll
over and let me show you what your touch
does to me.
His hand on mine was firm and gentle
and still a little damp from washing my body
off. He guided me along his chest, with stops
off at his nipples, and this time I did pinch
them and felt his hips come of the bed. I
stroked his stomach, which was lean under
my fingers, and furry in a man-way, not a
beast way, as I got closer to his groin. But I
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didn t need his guidance to wrap my finger
around his cock, which was nearly as thick as
mine but a bit longer.
I didn t need his guidance to stroke up-
ward, to play my thumb on the edge of it, to
pull back the foreskin and rub the flared
head.
I didn t need his guidance to want to
taste it.
He made sounds of halfhearted protest
as I scrabbled my way blindly on the bed to
find him with my mouth. Naef& you don t
have to& it s not nece& ss& shite& . He
gasped, and I chuckled around him in my
mouth, and then he groaned.
I was careful with my teeth. I had too
many memories of the crowding in my
mouth to want to subject him to even the ti-
niest nip with the perfect white teeth I d seen
in the mirror these past few sennights. I
mostly just rolled the head around against
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my palate and stroked with my hand and
tasted his skin right there& tasted the salti-
ness that emerged& felt his hands hauling at
my shoulders, pulling me up when I was
drunk on his taste, drunk on his gibbering,
drunk on his begging for me to please,
please, Naef, come up so I can kiss you& .
I didn t. I would kiss him later, when
feeling his thighs quiver under one of my
hands wasn t making me giddy. I would kiss
him when he stopped thrusting inside my
mouth like he couldn t help himself. I would
kiss him when his balls, soft fur, loose skin
and all, weren t hardened and tender under
the bottom of my fist.
I would kiss him when he wasn t crying
Ah& ah& ah& gods& hells& Naef! into the
darkness around us, splashing into my
mouth and across my face and down my chin
when I couldn t swallow or anticipate his
next spurt of come.
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I lay there, my cheek on his lean stom-
ach, his cock still in my hand, dripping
thickly, when he was done. He went to pull
me up, and I swallowed, hard, unaccustomed
to the taste yet, and went to move away.
Gotta wash my face, I muttered, and
that was the first time ever he used his
strength or his size against me, and I
couldn t say I minded. With a quick grab he
had me by the upper arms, and with a quick-
er roll, he d rolled me beneath him. I could
feel the pressure of our lower bodies mesh-
ing, his wet and sloppy, and mine growing
hard again from hearing him call my name,
and I could feel his hands on my shoulders
as he held himself up on his elbows and
peered into my face.
I turned away, knowing what I was
wearing on myself, and then his fingers came
and grabbed my chin, and I was angled for a
kiss, but he didn t kiss me at first.
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He licked me. His tongue tickled as he
took delicate laps around my mouth, wiping
me clean like the big cat he didn t feel like in
the dark. After a few swipes, I found I was
moving my mouth to meet his tongue, want-
ing his lips on mine.
He knew what I was doing but that
didn t stop him from chuckling and licking
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