Page 36 of Avery

I snatch her hand off me and pull her over my body. She relinquishes control easily enough, throwing one of her legs over my hips so she's straddling me. Her slick-coated underwear presses against my cocks, and I hiss long and hard at the contact. She grinds herself against me, and as much as I enjoy it, I have a point to make right now.

"Please, Avery." I try to make my voice sound desperate instead of amused, which is hard considering I'm enjoying myself immensely. "I'm so hungry. I'm so needy. You wouldn't leave me to starve, would you?"

"You're being dramatic." She quirks one of her eyebrows at me, and it has me flashing her a bright smile.

She's getting more sure of herself in this shared place, and I can't say I hate it. I mean, I hate that her confidence is in bantering with me and not pulling her dress up, pulling her panties to the side, and drowning me in her slick, but we're working up to that.

"If you don't plant your pussy on my face right now, I might actually die."

I wait for the flush in her cheeks to travel down her neck until it's hidden behind her dress. I'd love to get her out of the dress completely, to see her naked body. It's going to be mouthwatering, I already know. Sure, I saw it when I freed her from the smugglers' ship, but that doesn't count. I wasn't looking at her as a lover then. I don't even remember what her breasts look like. I wish I did.

"Dramatic." Avery rolls her eyes again, but I don't miss how she moves up my body little by little. She might be unsure, but a part of her wants to know what it would feel like.

"I won't do anything you don't want." I run my hands underneath her dress to her midthigh. I'd love to go even higher, but I don't want her getting scared and retreating back into herself. The pleasure crew pendant is still green as it danglesagainst her chest. "So if you don't want to, I'll survive, but I promise you, I'd be the happiest male ever if you chose my face as your favorite seat."

"Phial," Avery groans, and I don't know if it's a turned-on groan or an exasperated groan.

I like to think it's a turned-on groan because I'm being my most seductive self. The fact that I can feel her wetness against my abdomen is another indicator that even if she thinks this is silly, she's at least getting aroused by the idea.

"Okay, fine." Her enthusiasm could use some work, but it's enough for me. I tug on her thighs, dragging her up my body.

"Phial!" she squeals as I loop my arms between her thighs and tug her the remainder of the way to my face.

Yes, she is plush and soft, and she's going to jiggle in the best possible ways as she grinds against my face. I wish this dress weren't in the way so I could really see her body shaking for me.

"You want this?" I ask. I'm waiting for her enthusiastic agreement before I have her present her drenched underwear to me. There's no fun in this if she's not into it.

"I want this." She chews on her lower lip as she says it, her head tilted down so she can look at me. It's clear she's not sure what to do right now, or maybe she's just nervous.

"Lift your dress up." I squeeze her thighs with my hands, my claws retracting so I don't poke her too hard. "Just enough to show me how wet you are. Unless you want to take it all the way off." I shoot her a devilish smile that has her flushing even more.

"Maybe next time."

I shake my head. "Only when you're ready, okay?"

Avery's lips quiver slightly, and I see fresh tears starting to prick at her lashes. Well, that's certainly not going to work. Thankfully, she ignores her tears as though they're unwanted by her as well.

She lifts her dress slowly, revealing her soft, ample thighs first, and I admire how my hands contrast against her skin, the pale green scales starting to take over my natural color, so much so that it's more work to stay navy.

I grunt as I think about how my scales match her eyes and then ignore them for the time being. If she's okay with me following her around, she's probably okay with me altering my coloring to match her eyes.

"Show me how wet you are for me," I murmur, the words hard to get out now that Avery's right above me, looking like a goddess. My goddess.

She tugs her dress up to her hips. Her pastel pink underwear is soaked through in the crotch, clinging to her lips and pinched between them enough to show me a good outline of her. I groan as I tug her close to my face, catching her off guard. She stumbles forward an inch or so, her pussy pressing against my mouth for one amazing moment before she squeals and lifts her weight off me.

"Don't tease me," I hiss up at her. I keep my expression soft, but I want her pussy on my mouth, the full weight of her trying to smother me.

"Phial, seriously, I'm too heavy. I'll hurt you." She fights against my grip that's trying to tug her back down against my mouth.

"I'm weak now?" I ask, arching a brow up at her.

"What? No," she says, flustered, which is fine. She can be as flustered as she wants as long as she does it while sitting on my face.

"Good, then trust I can easily handle you pressing your juicy pussy against my face." I emphasize how much I want it by lifting my face up and rubbing myself against the damp fabric. I'll tug it away from her eventually, but right now, I like seeingjust how messy she got from lying with me, from looking at my cocks, from my words.

"Okay, but if I'm too heavy, you tell me," Avery says, lowering herself to my mouth and causing a low moan to escape my lips.

She lets out a squeak as my tongue runs up and down the fabric, pushing it between her folds. I move my hands so they're gripping her ass, tugging her down on my face. I run my hands over her clothed backside before snaking my hands underneath the fabric, loving the handfuls of ass I get to squeeze.

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