Page 73 of Cosmic Captain

“I think you need to expand on your thought.” Idid notwant a repeat of him forcing himself to fuck. Vince had hated it, and that had broken me in a way that I didn’t wish to experience again.

Vince motioned to the couch, and I took a seat. He said, “I know we need to talk about permissions and all that, which we didn’t do last time. That was a mistake. I’m sorry, Donny.”

I shook my head, tail coiling around his ankle. “You have nothing to apologize for.”

“I do, and I’m truly sorry. I should’ve talked with you. You needed it, and I ignored that. I’m really sorry.”

“I accept your apology.”

“Thank you, Sweetheart.” Vince took another deep breath and placed a hand on his chest. “I want to try something that I think will work.”

I tilted my head, listening to the flow of his thoughts.

Vince continued, “I want to touch you, Don, but I don’t want you to touch me. Not that you want to.”

“I want to,” I said immediately to comfort him. Stars above, I wanted to. It was an ache in my soul to feel his skin against my scales. I realized a moment too late I’d said the wrong thing when Vince hugged himself and disappointment shot through him.

“No, my Vince, that’s not what I meant. I mean, I did.” I ran my hand through my hair. How did such a small creature upset my usual calm so easily? “I mean, I do want to touch you, but I understand why you don’t want me to and I’m alright with it.”

“You might be able to touch me, but we’ll have to go slow,” Vince said. “I need more time. I realize that now.”

“And that’s fine.” Anything was better than hearing him scream in terror.

His thoughts turned to the scenario he was thinking about. Me naked on the couch as he explored my frame with his tongue and fingers. He was completely clothed, which seemed to relax him, and my hands were against the couch.

“I understand.”

“Are you alright with it?”

“Yes,” I answered, because I was. “Permission-wise, I will keep my hands to my sides and you can touch me wherever.”

“Your tail?”

I chuckled—he was very interested in touching my tail. “Yes.”

“Anything you don’t want?”

“I don’t enjoy pain or being insulted. Shame is not something I enjoy.” I’d had more than enough partners shame me that I didn’t enjoy it, even when it was meant to tease or titillate.

“Do you want me to be gentle?” he asked, head tilting.

“I do,” I replied in a hoarse voice. Most expected that because of my large size, I preferred rough fucking or even being the one in control. I didn’t. I liked when things were gentle and I enjoyed being on the bottom, though I was versatile. Not that any of that mattered. Vince wasn’t interested in penetrative sex at the moment.

Vince smiled. “I can do that. I want to be sweet to you.”

My cock lifted the rest of the way.

His eyes connected with the tenting on the front of my trousers, and he licked his lips as a rush of lust swept through him. His own cock started growing, and his voice was husky when he asked, “Do you want to do this?”

“Yes.”

“Take off your clothes,” he ordered, and I followed without hesitation.

Chapter 25

Our first time.

Don lay on the couch, one hundred percent naked, and fuck, he was fine. His long damp hair draped over his heaving chest. He was solid. I’d known he was muscular and had caught sight of him without his clothes on, though I hadn’t taken any time to study him, but I liked now that I could appreciate every aspect of his body. His bulging muscles under his scales. The hard planes of his abs. The thick, corded muscles of his arms. His trim waist. His wide thighs and strong calves.

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