Page 77 of Cozy Prisons
He brought his hands up to cup her buttocks. Her grip on his head relaxed, and she arched her back a little. When that caused her nipple to pull free of his mouth, he used the opportunity to move to the other breast. He’d never get enough of the taste of her skin, especially after his bonding oil had soaked in.
Squeezing her ass cheeks, he kept enjoying her nipples and breasts until her legs shook a little. Pulling away from her chest, he looked up to see that her eyes were closed, her head was thrown back, and her body swayed a little. It was a testament toher enjoyment that she was having a hard time staying on her feet.
Raising an arm up to support her back, he pressed her lower body against his chest. He was able to get a claw in one of the blankets trailing out of the temporary domicile's open entrance.
Once he had it in hand, he snapped it once to activate the nanos that would make it almost as fluffy as a bed pad, and then flicked it out so it was mostly spread out behind Nataly. With a soft spot for her, he eased her down on her back.
She let out a happy sound and said, “Nice.” Then she pointed at his pants. “But you’re still dressed. That’s not fair.”
“Of course,” he agreed. He pulled off his belt and set it aside, tugged off his pants, and kicked them over to where his belt was. He stood before her, letting Nataly examine him.
She sat up and reached up to run a finger over the seam of his mating pouch. “Is your cock in here?”
“Yesss,” he hissed out. Her soft fingers dipped past the tight flesh and brushed the tip of his thickening mating shaft. More oil dripped from his scent glands. Gathering it in one hand, he rubbed it all over Nataly’s fingers and the seam of his pouch.
“Oh, that’s better,” she agreed, sliding her fingers in deeper. “It feels so soft in here. It’s almost like you have a pussy.”
He was too lost in her touch to hear her words. He watched her hand slip fully inside him. Her fingers wiggled a little, and then they were grasping his hardening shaft.
“Nataly!” he exclaimed.
“You like this?” she asked with a little teasing smile. She tightened and loosened her grip several times, making him shudder. Blood rushed into his shaft, and the pouch tightened. Nataly gasped, and a micromark later, his flesh pouch drew back, revealing his shaft and seed sac.
“Oh, wow,” Nataly said, her eyes going wide. “I didn’t expect that.”
“I should’ve… told…oh!”
He tried to apologize, but Nataly was still holding his cock in her hand. That would've been distracting enough, but then she started leisurely pumping her hand up and down.
“Are you sweet?” she asked.
“Sweet?” he asked, confused. She put her face close and licked the very tip. Pleasure flashed through him at the unexpected touch. “Nataly!”
“Tasty!” she declared, then fitted her mouth around his tip. Sensation zapped through his shaft and up his spine.
Nataly pulled her mouth off him. “Did I hurt you?”
“N-No!” he stuttered.
She smirked. “You like this, huh?”
Before he could form an answer, she swallowed his tip again. For the average Talin, sex was a race to finish. It wasn’t about sensuality or closeness; it was about coming quickly and going your separate ways.
The way Nataly was taking her time to run her tongue over his tip and explore every ridge made him hyperaware that she had a very different perception of sex.
And he was here for it!
His scent glands overfilled again, despite having already emptied them over her head and chest. Between that and the fear that he’d climax far too soon if he continued, he urged her to stop with a few fingers on her cheek.
She drew away, letting his shaft pop out of her mouth. “Daxus?”
“I need to scent you again,” he said, dropping to his knees in front of her.
She lifted her head to give him access to her chest. “Sure.”
Though he wanted to enjoy her breasts again; he knew he wouldn’t feel content until every inch of her skin was covered in his oil.
Placing his hands on either side of her waist, he lifted her and laid her down. Then he flipped her over so he had access to her back. Straddling her body, he placed his face against her shoulder and ran his cheek down one side of her back. He repeated that on the other side, but this time he didn’t stop until his face was rubbing against her buttocks. He pressed his face against her, rubbing back and forth until his face was buried between her cheeks, oil dripping down her crack.
