Page 76 of I Married Amreth

“Eat, my mate, and enjoy being taken care of,” Amreth said.

“You’re not eating?” I asked, reaching for one of the chocolates.

“Nope. I’m leaving space for the mouth-watering feast I intend to indulge in a little later,” he replied in a suggestive tone that made no mystery as to his underlying meaning.

A pleasant flame sparked in the pit of my stomach as I gave myself over to the massage and enjoyed a few more of the treats. He used hisbakaanat a very low level to make me even more relaxed. With a vocal command, he activated the sound system which began playing some soothing Obosian music.

I finished my drink, munched on a few more fruits and chocolates, then cast the tray aside as Amreth released my shoulders to circle around the bath. My heart leapt when he got into the massive tub, which still had plenty of room for at least one other adult to comfortably join us. However, Amreth sat across from me at the other end instead of snuggling with me. Only then did I realize that he was about to give me a foot and leg massage. Another loud purr tumbled out of my throat. I leaned back against the tub, the back of my head resting on the elevated edge while getting pampered by my man.

His touch was magical. It took me a moment to realize that small tingling was due to him using minute amounts of his Lumiak while massaging me. I briefly wondered if it wasn’t a risky endeavor as water was a huge conductor for electricity. But at forty-six years of age, I trusted that he would know by now what was safe and what not to do with his powers.

By the time he was done, I was totally languid, my entire body feeling like it was floating on a cloud. Amreth got out of the tub then activated the bubble jets. The warm water immediately began to roil all around me, giving me yet another full body massage that had me turning into a puddle.

My mate chuckled smugly as he leaned forward to kiss me. I returned his kiss, wishing he would snuggle with me in the tub. But he straightened and headed to the shower. Feeling a little bereft, I groggily watched him begin to wash himself. It was indeed quite the spectacle seeing all those body jets blasting water at him and especially at his wings.

He looked like a pagan god as he spread them wide. My mouth watered as I watched him raise his arms to start washing his hair. It exposed every inch of his scrumptious body to my greedy eyes. The ambient light reflected just the right way on his piercings, further drawing my attention to them. I swallowed hard, remembering how they felt on my tongue, as well as the small scales and soft spikes along his length.

He turned around to face the body jets as they blasted the front of his wings. My gaze glided over the strong muscles of his back as they rolled beneath his grayish-brown skin. It followed the path down his spine which curved into his long tail. Although somewhat thick at the base, it didn’t hide the deliciously round globes of his behind. My fingers itched with the urge to grab them with both hands. Then again, I also wanted to give each cheek a solid bite.

He lifted his face to the raining water from the shower heads. After a moment, he stopped the water, then turned around to face me again. Eyes closed, he rested his palms against the glass doors, head slightly bowed. Only then did I hear a very subtle whistling sound, which I assumed to emanate from the dryer. Seconds later, I indeed noticed the movement of his long, silver-white hair indicating that wind was blowing through it.

I realized I had stepped out of the tub when I started walking towards the shower. Amreth’s eyes snapped open half a beat before I reached the shower. His silver-white irises, which had almost been completely swallowed by the black sclera surrounding them, suddenly expanded to their normal size as he locked gazes with me. He straightened and dropped his palms from the glass doors. I pulled them open and stepped inside, the lukewarm draft of the dryer rolling over me in a gentle caress.

Without a word, I closed the distance with my mate and placed my palms on his chest. I lifted my face to receive his kiss, which he generously gave. Our tongues mingled, sending a boltof desire coursing through me. It was narrower than a human’s, with a slightly rougher texture that enhanced every sensation, especially in naughty places. Even the piercing in the middle of his tongue added to the experience.

He cupped my nape with his right hand, the left one gliding down my back in a gentle caress before settling on my behind. I immediately broke the kiss, not allowing him to take control of the moment. He was naturally dominant in the bedroom. While I usually had no problem yielding on that front, right this instant, I wanted to sate my hunger for him under my own terms.

He didn’t try to restrain me when I started peppering kisses alongside his jaw and down the curve of his neck. I loved the soft texture of his skin, which felt slightly leathery in comparison to a human’s. The chevron shaped scales on his shoulders tickled my palms as the edges scraped against it while I caressed him.

My mouth ventured further down to his left nipple. I had grown quite addicted to sucking on the little barbell piercing he had there. Seeing what enjoyment I derived from it always made me feel guilty about not having piercings of my own for him to play with. I still didn’t think I would ever get any, but I was less adamantly opposed to it now that I had grown familiar with his. The fact that he never brought it up again or even remotely tried to pressure me to get some played a large part in it. I loved that he truly respected my bodily autonomy and liked me just the way I was.

The deep rumble of his approving moan resonated directly in my clit. There was no greater turn on than the man you loved being so incredibly sensitive and responsive to your touch. Amreth never seemed to get enough of me, just like I constantly craved him. I licked and laved his nipple for a while longer, sucking on the little bud while pinching the other one with my left hand.

I resumed my journey downward, pausing to grant a bit of attention to the other piercing in his navel. Feeling his abdominal muscles contract beneath my palms further fanned the flame growing in my belly. I rubbed my hands all over them, before tracing each chiseled groove with my tongue.

Amreth took a hissing breath when my right hand caressed a path down between his thighs to boldly wrap around his length. Fuck me! I would never tire of the otherworldly feel of his cock in my hand. Hisxinnix—the small spikes lining the sides of his shaft—the two sets of scales on the upper side of his length, and the numerous piercings scattered along the length and at the head provided a multitude of sensations that had me throbbing with anticipation. Anything it did to my palm as I began to stroke him would be multiplied a thousandfold inside me.

I crouched before him, feasting my eyes on the perfection that he was. Leaning forward, I immediately started teasing the slit of his head with my tongue before drawing circles around the glans. My other hand fondled and squeezed his testicles, reveling in their unusually smooth texture. Amreth’s fingers slipped through my hair, gripping it loosely enough not to restrain my movements, a strangled sound emanating from him when I licked his entire length a few times before taking him into my mouth.

Saying he was massive couldn’t even begin to give him justice. Oddly enough, I was the one feeling cheated that I couldn’t take a lot more of him inside my mouth. I truly wished I could properly deepthroat him. But I compensated by stroking him in counterpoint to the movement of my mouth. The deep, growling sound of his moans in my ears had me soaking wet in seconds. My breasts felt heavy, and my nipples ached with the need for attention.

Despite his phenomenal self-control, Amreth began to gently rock in reaction to my ministrations. The first time he did, Ifeared he would destroy my tonsils once passion overtook him. Thankfully, even when pleasure rode him hard, he never forgot to keep me safe. For a completely irrational reason, it spurred me to want to make him lose it even more, like in some masochistic need to push his limits.

I loved his taste, slightly spicy like sweet ginger. Unfortunately, he too often deprived me of the pleasure of fully savoring him. It was an odd craving to have developed specifically for him considering I had never been too crazy about swallowing. And yet, I loved everything with him and could never get enough. Amreth just had an issue with climaxing first. He obsessed about making sure I got off at least a couple of times before he could enjoy his own release.

As if he’d read the thoughts crossing my mind, Amreth began to gently tug on my hair to pull me away from him. By the way his abdominal muscles were spasmodically contracting and that his legs were slightly shaking, he was on the verge of toppling over. Refusing to be cheated out of my prize, I tightened my grip around the base of his cock and accelerated the movement of my head bobbing in front of him. When he attempted to tug a bit more forcefully, I resorted to the shameful tactic I discovered would make him come undone in seconds.

I grazed my teeth against the sensitive spikes of hisxinnix. To him, they were like external G-spots. Right on cue, his body seized, and his hand fisted painfully in my hair as he cried out. Although I had deliberately provoked this, I nearly choked on the first powerful spurt that shot into my mouth. I swallowed, preparing for more, but the wretched male yanked himself back, holding my hair too tightly to allow me to try and hang on.

He hissed and closed his hand around the base of his cock, right below mine still trying to stroke him. Amreth squeezed it tightly, stemming the flow of his seed. I licked my lips in a lascivious way, a mischievous glimmer in my eyes mixed with asliver of disapproval for not fully letting me have my way with him.

But even as he continued to slightly shake from the throes of bliss, he stared at me with an almost feral expression that clearly expressed I had been a bad girl, and he was going to punish me for it. The throbbing between my thighs went into overdrive as I braced for his retaliation.

And it came swiftly.

“You like to play dirty?” he said in a growl. “Two can play that game.”

An insanely powerful wave of hisbakaanslammed into me. I cried out, my back arching as a violent orgasm swept me away. Two strong arms scooped me up right before I would collapse onto the tiled floor.

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