Chapter 6

 

Chapter Six

 

 

I let out a small sigh of both pleasure and relief as I turned my head just slightly giving him more access to the back of my neck and my right ear. He worked his way slowly around the curve of my neck first kissing, licking, and then nibbling softly as he made his way to my ear lobe. I writhered pushing my body back against his, his hardness pressing firmly against the small of my back, I could feel that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. I arched into his lips, allowing room for the tension between us to reach its full potential.

His hands slowly worked the silk of my gown up ever higher until he found the bareness of my skin underneath, they were soft like velvet against me, bringing me ever closer to sheer ecstasy. His fingers lightly traced up the inside of my thighs teasingly, sensually, but stopping just short of where I wanted him touching me the most at the moment, my desire grew. Slowly he moved back down, making me push against him, needing him to quench the fire that was building. He let the gown drop back to the floor, turning me slowly towards him, not letting his lips leave my flesh, working his way to my hungry lips. He pressed his to mine, drinking deeply of my mouth, our tongues darting in and out and around each other’s.

He grabbed a handful of my long curls, pulling my head backward gently exposing my throat to his luscious, full, roving lips his heat pressed against my body. I dropped the robe off my shoulders leaving them bare save for the small straps of the gown and my long loose curls covering them. I reached up to remove his shirt from his shoulders to expose the bare of his back; I want to touch his flesh as much as he was touching mine. His shirt dropped to the floor, I wrapped my arms around and up his back, digging my long nails in slightly as he made me arch and writher more and more. It was almost unbearable, I wanted to feel him, I wanted him to fill me.

He moved his hands to my shoulders lightly tracing his fingers to the straps of the gown then slowly sliding them outward until they dropped off my shoulders. I took a small step backwards almost falling on the sofa, he caught me, but the gown fell to the floor like a puddle around my feet. I reached for his belt to undo it, tugging franticly at the leather and buckle like a child at Christmas unwrapping her most wanted gift.

As I got his belt undone, I moved back slightly, bending to kiss my way from the curve of his neck down his smooth chest until I reached the fine line of blonde hair, I traced my finger down it, following the path to his waistline and around his navel, he shivered his body tensed the lower I went.

I backed up purposefully this time, to the sofa, moving to my knees on the sofa, which both gave me height, and lowered me closer to the bareness of his chest. I kissed my way down the fine line, stopping at his waistline, rocking back on my heels I started to undo his dress pants, watching his face as I did so. Touching the intimate flesh underneath, I continued to follow the small line of hair, tracing with my finger and following with my lips as I unzipped his pants they fell to his ankles. I wrapped my small hand around him, lightly kissing, licking then nibbling softly. I stroke the length of him, looking up to watch his facial expressions as I did so, he quivered under my touch. I kissed my way slowly teasingly back up the trail leading to the middle of his perfect chest pressing my trembling body close to his as I moved ever up to his lips, tasting the saltiness of his flesh as I went. Our lips met, feeding on each other as if it was a hunger that could not be satisfied.

He moved his hands slowly to my hips, tracing his fingers around the single line of scales, slipping his fingers through the strings of my thong; he slowly worked it to my knees. We pressed our nakedness together; we could feel the tension in each other’s bodies. He moved his left hand up the length of my body stopping to stroke the hardness of my n*****s each in turn, then slowly traced his finger tips down my left arm offering me his hand. He gently pulled me forward to my feet from the sofa, my thong completing it journey to the floor. He pressed more firmly to my lips, reaching down he lifted me off the floor, into his strong arms, I wrapped my legs around his slim but firm waist feeling his heat press so closely to my own that I almost exploded with pleasure.

He carried me around the sofa towards the niche where the bed is, gently laying me on the bed. He bent down, I moved my legs from around his waist, as we worked our way inching from the end of the king sized bed to the headboard, I on my back Thomas hovering above me supporting us both with the strength of his one arm.

We had to stop short of the headboard to throw the stack of extra pillows and stuffed animals off the bed. We came up for air just long enough to clear off the bed pulling down the comforter and sheets. We slid under the silk sheets, spooning ourselves around each other, kissing passionately, pressing our bodies as close as we could together the motion of the bed rocking with our movements. It felt as though we were floating on the open water.

My head was spinning in the passion, my lower regions aching to be touch, the fire burning within me quenched, all I could think of wanted this, this feeling with this man for the rest of my life. I pulled away from the kiss just barely, “I love you still Thomas, take me, I can’t stand it any longer” came heavy and breathy from my mouth between the sounds of pleasure and Thomas’ eager kisses. I wanted my tail so bad that was the only way I could ever even think of being with Thomas for the rest of my life. I pictured us swimming, making love in the water of the grotto, our hair floating around us, the lower half of my body was on fire, I wanted him so badly.

He brushed against my scales, and then lower, until he found the sweet spot, the spot I wanted touched most. I arched my back pushing myself into his roving hand as it explored. I closed my eyes concentrating on the touch, the velvet soft touch of Thomas’ hand; I thought I saw sparks of lightening as my world exploded around me, as I exploded at his touch. He pressed closer, filling me with himself, I arched again writhering under the feeling, over and over again, it built and subsided until suddenly it came again more fiercely, I screamed both in pleasure and in pain. Thomas moaned deeply in pleasure as the motion slowed slightly, but I was still on fire, still in the throws of passion. I opened my eyes in time to see Thomas’ face go wide with surprise as he moved slowly away, reaching to continue my pleasure with his hand, there was nothing there for him to touch. I writhered again, arching my back as I roll to look up towards the ceiling, the lower half of my body was still on fire.

I closed my eyes again tightly as wave after wave of pleasure ran through me. Thomas kissed his way slowly to my navel, but stopped just above where my single line of scales should have been. I felt the touch of his hand go lower but not as if, he was stroking my most intimate parts, I opened my eyes to look down to see, a beautiful lavender-silver tail. Thomas ran his hand over my scales softly, making sure not to disturb any of them from where they lay in such perfect rows.

*I love you Amethyst, be my mate, please?” Thomas asked, heavy and breathy, “You can do this, I know you can. “