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.