“I'm enjoying it! I promised I wouldn’t!” I laugh through the words. He catches my wrists and moves them, pressing me back into the bed and pinning my hands to the mattress above my head. The swift movement shoots a warm surge of desire through me. His wings spread wide over us, shielding some of the lights and throwing his silhouette into sharp relief.
“You're saying that you like looking at me?”
I squirm and nod. “You’re gorgeous.”
His dark wings shimmer with an opalescent spectrum when they catch the light.
“Youare gorgeous. Every inch of you is absolute temptation.” He releases my wrists to stroke gentle fingers down my side. I huff out a breath, barely managing not to roll my eyes this time.
The purr in his chest gets louder, and he lowers himself to kiss me again, tracing his long strange tongue over my lips and down my neck, heating up my body until it feels like every part of me is tingling. I explore him with my fingers in return. He is mostly human-shaped below the neck. His rib cage that doesn’t quite end where I expect it to. His heartbeat a little lower in his chest and a little faster than a human’s. Tracing further down, his stomach is a little more concave, and when my fingers finally reach the waistband of his sweats, I’m practically purring with excitement.
“What about these?” I ask playfully, running a hand around his waistband.
His body stills. I pull my hands away, feeling I’ve crossed some unspoken line.
“You should know, I don’t look like humans do.” He breathes out an exhausted sigh. Like he knew this conversation would happen.
“How so?” I ask, my brain intrigued, and my pussy straight up excited by this announcement. Everything felt reasonably as expected before.
“I just want to prepare you,” he says. “You probably won’t like it.”
My heart melts a little. “Hard to imagine disliking part of you.” I clench my fist into the sheets as soon as the words come out of my mouth. This is supposed to be no strings. I think I’m already developing strings. I’m so stupid.
His antennae twist a little. I want to make him happy. I want him to have a good time. I should have known nothing about this would be easy for me. I stifle a giggle and it ends up coming outas a whole loud laugh. I cover my mouth, trying in vain, to pull myself back together.
“What?” Ant asks. I expect anger or irritation, but there’s just bright curiosity in his voice.
“I just expected to be the only one with body image issues here,” I admit, folding a hand across my stomach rolls.
“Your body is perfect.” He shakes his head.
“And I’m not allowed to roll my eyes when you say things like that.” I poke him gently in the chest.
“When you roll your eyes, it makes me feel like you don’t believe me. I am deadly serious,” he says. “You are perfect. A bright beautiful flame.”
“Right, sure, okay.” I bite my lip. “I want to see you naked. I don’t want you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. But if you think I can’t handle it, then?—”
“I didn’t mean it like that, Piper.” His voice speaking my name tightens my chest slightly. “You really want to see me naked?”
“Yes!” I bite my lip. Was that too eager? “Please?”
He moves back, the aching cold where his body was pressed to me makes me whine. “I don’t want to scare you.”
“That deserves an eye-roll.” I point a finger in his direction. “I let you carry me thirty feet in the air. You think this is scarier than that?”
He smirks, his antennae lift and then drop. Almost like a shrug.
Crap. I really like him, and I am going to make a fool of myself to prove it.
“I’ll trade you,” I announce. “Your shirt for my bra. My skirt, your pants?”
He sucks in a short breath. I don’t really wait for him to agree. Scared I will lose my nerve, I scoot back so I can sit up for better access.
I slip my arms out of my bra straps, holding the cups in place with one hand while the other reaches around my back to unhook the bra.
He is stone still, unmoving, unspeaking, just waiting.
My skin feels hot, I'm probably flushed red all over. When I finally drop the bra, I can't look at him, letting that heavy self-conscious weight of my breasts fall against my body. Ugh. I wish it was a different time of the month. They are always perkier when I am ovulating. Even on the days when I like them, it’s nerve-wracking to sit and be examined like this.
