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She doesn't quite get her hands on me, but those lips are so inviting, and I've wanted to taste them for so long. I brush my mouth against hers, just a quick, easy kiss to see how she likes it. Her eyes are closed when I pull away, her hands fisted in my shirt.

When she makes a soft keening sound in the back of her throat, tugs on my shirt, and lifts her face back toward mine, I deepen the kiss and try to make her feel how strongly I feel for her with just my lips.

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Avery

It's the best first kiss I've ever had in my life. Sure, I only have a handful of first kisses to compare it to, but this kiss blows them all out of the water so completely that I've forgotten about any man I've ever been with. No, there's only Phial in my head now. As long as his lips are on mine, there's no one else.

I've imagined kissing him so many times, though it's hard to imagine since his mouth is built so much differently than mine. I wasn't sure if his scaled lips would be hard or soft, cool or warm. But now he's kissing me, and, yes, it's a little strange, but it works. Not to mention just how good it feels to finally be with him, even in such a small way.

Phial pulls back, his breath hard against my lips, his eyes scanning over my face, making sure I'm still okay. I don't know when we switched positions or if it was just the natural progressions of this, but he's kneeling above me on the loveseat, and I'm pressed back against the arm on my back, my legs long down the seats.

My dress is still in place, and I haven't started spreading my legs even though every fiber of my being is telling me to. It's part of the Rytharian stuff I'm pumped full of now. They're a horny species, and now I'm just as horny all the time.

Phial moves his head to the side, his mouth close to my ear. The words are soft, accentuated by the strong hiss he gets when emotional or not trying very hard to mask it. "Please, can I tell you what I want to do?"

I nod, needing to hear everything. As much as I'd like to say I'm in control right now, I'm not. I'm going purely off what makes me feel good, and so far, everything Phial has done has made me feel good.

The fact that he keeps checking in with me is just the icing on the cake. Maybe he is the best person for this. I'm glad he's here, but that's mainly because I want to be with him. I didn't think he'd be so good at being patient with me.

Phial's tongue flicks into my mouth, the forked ends tracing inside of my mouth like he wants to memorize my taste. He pulls away too quickly, like earlier, and I make another whining sound.

When I pull on him, he settles his forehead against mine, his fluffy, feathered brows tickling against my hairy ones. His smile is bright, his eyes shining with something I don't quite recognize.

"I want to spend all day right here on top of you," he says.

The words have more warmth pooling in my stomach. I'm glad he hasn't asked me to spread my legs so he can lie between them because me holding them tight together is the only thing keeping all of my slick from dampening my dress. I'm sure the back of it already has a wet spot. I don't need to be adding more.

Phial's hand cups the back of my head, tilting my face so our lips are brushing as he speaks to me. "I want to do this however you need, at whatever speed you need. I'm fine with kissing all day, but I need you to tell me if you want more."

My hands are still fisted in his shirt, so when I tug on it, he relents and brings his lips back down on mine, not questioning, not hesitating, just doing exactly what I need. Do I want more? Without a doubt. But right now, I need to make sure I'm comfortable with this.

I mean, a makeout session wasn't what I was expecting to happen today, but I'm not upset by it in the least. Plus, this is nice. I haven't had a single freak-out. I'm pretty sure I'm using my unforked tongue in a way Phial likes. His claws are wrapped around the side of my neck and extending softly into my skin, where he's holding the back of my neck. It's kind of exhilarating and ensures I know it's him even when my eyes are closed. Not that I'd not know, considering his lips are scaled.

Phial makes more of the soft chirping sounds in the back of his throat as he deepens the kiss between us. He hasn't mentioned the sound once, and I'm not about to either if it's not something he wants mentioned. It is pretty cute, though.

It's like happy little sounds that can't help but make themselves heard. I'm not sure if that's really what they are, but it's fun to think that way. I arch closer to Phial, wanting to feel more of him on top of me, and he pulls away from our kiss again.

"If you want to feel my weight on you, you need to spread your legs," he says.

His voice is deeper and husky as he says it, and I don't miss how he licks at his lips, waiting to see what I'll do. I want to feel him on top of me, want to rub myself against him a little bit, but that's too much for me right now. Way too much.

I don't know if he's just that good at reading me or if I'm that expressive in my features. But Phial's face softens, and he gives me a smile that takes my mind off not feeling like I can do enough.

"I could die a happy male if we only ever kissed," he tells me.

I want to believe it's the truth. I want to believe he thinks this way and isn't just saying it because I need to hear something sweet right now. So, I choose to accept it. I believe it, and I wrap my hands around his neck and tug him close to my face so we can keep doing exactly what we've been doing.

He doesn't complain that he's having to crouch over me or that the position might be awkward. He keeps his body from putting too much pressure on mine and kisses me until I'm out of breath and dizzy from just how good he feels.

"Phial," I moan his name, and he immediately pulls away, thinking something's wrong.

I keep my fists tight in his shirt, not wanting him to get further. His look of worry turns to one of understanding before nodding to himself. Maybe it's my embarrassment at moaning my best friend's name, or maybe it's because he thought it was because I was not enjoying this that I blurt out. "What else do you want to do?"

Phial tilts his head to the side, his brows furrowing as he takes in my question. "I'm not going to rush you, Avery," he says, keeping his grip soft on the back of my neck.

His other hand is planted on the other side of my head, helping to keep him from putting too much weight on me. I wouldn't mind a little bit, but if he does that, there's a good chance I start trying to hump him because of all these Rytharian hormones coursing through my body.

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