“Tell me when you’re close. I’m not good at this yet.”
“Yes,” he cried, and I wasn’t sure if it’s because he was agreeing or if he was enjoying what we were doing.
I cupped his balls, playing with the scales on his sack. Mindy thrust upward into my palm chasing the friction. I jerked him, watching his face, and tugged on his balls. When his cries reached epic levels, I pulled away, and Mindy groaned in protest. I kissed his knee, placing more down his thigh, tongue tracing his scales, to silence any problems he had as well as to comfort him.
“You were close, weren’t you?” I asked.
“Flower, more. I won’t come yet.”
He’d been close. I was sure of it. I kissed his thigh, coming close to his cock, but I moved away at the last second to do the same to his other thigh. Mindy trembled, grabbing my hair. I rubbed my nose over his inner thigh. “What do you want?”
“Your mouth on me.”
I sucked his tip into my mouth, and we both groaned, albeit Serlotminden’s was far louder. My tongue worked the underside of his cock as I took him as deep as I could manage. I hummed around him, and he canted, sending his cock into my throat.
“Mate,” he screamed, and I slid off him, coughing. Breath harsh, he asked, “Did I hurt you?”
“No.” He’d been close again, I thought, so I slowed down, rubbing and kissing his scales. “Can I lick your ass?”
“Do you want to?”
“I want to try.” I’d always been curious, and now, I had the chance.
“Then lick me.”
“Can I put my fingers inside you?”
“Yes,” he said. “But grab the lube.”
I snagged the lube before returning to my spot between his thighs. “I can’t see you, Honey, so I need you to tell me when you’re close or if you’re ready to come.”
“I will.”
I lapped up the sweet beads of liquid that dripped from his cock and kissed my way down the shaft to his balls. I sucked on one, then the other, making him groan, before licking from his taint to his hole. Mindy took a sharp gasp. Tentatively, I swiped his pucker, and he cried.
Mindy was so damn easy to please.
With each pass, I grew more confident until I was attacking him and making Mindy scream. His hips ground against me as I licked him. When he relaxed enough, my tongue slid inside his tight warmth.
“Yes, Mate. That’s so good, but I’m too close.”
“Good job.” My own cock was hard to the point of painful and it was leaking all over the sheets. I wanted to plunge inside of him, but I knew he didn’t want that, at least not yet. One way or another, I needed to come, but I wanted to bring him to the edge one more time.
Putting some lube onto my fingers, I circled his opening.
“Bartholomew!”
I pushed one finger in, and he groaned loudly, hips rocking instantly to ride me. “Don’t you need time to adjust?” I asked, sliding my digit in and out of him.
“No. More.”
A second, then third finger joined the first, thrusting in and out of his hot channel. I searched for his prostate, but I couldn’t find it. “Honey, where’s your prostate?”
“My what?”
“Where is the spot that makes you feel good?”
He shook his head, panting, saliva coming out of the corners of his mouth. “Too deep for your fingers.”
