Page 21 of The Emerald Boa’s Lover (Operation Colonise #3)
I hear him chuckling as he heads up the pulley and I know that he’s not kidding. I need to move my tail if I want to make sure Charlie doesn’t start without me. I never know if he’s serious when he makes that threat, and I don’t want to find out.
I wash out his lunch box, throw his clothes into the washing machine, and hurry up to the hygiene level. I find Charlie sat in the middle of the bathtub and running his soapy hands over his shoulders and chest. Again, I nearly swoon over on my tail as he locks his smirk onto me.
“Can I help you with something?” He teases me, but I’m way too aroused to play games.
I whip off my wrap around skirt and watch him lower his wanton stare to my pouch.
I extrude for him, touching my hands to my chest and neck to display myself for him.
Touching where I want him to touch me. “Apparently so.” He chuckles and I lick my bottom lip with my forked tongue, before running my right hand down my chest towards my slit.
“I hope you haven’t started without me, Charlie.” I sway my hips and shoulders slowly, the carnal rhythm of Gcorket ebbing into me.
“Oh Sugar. I want to lick you like a damn lollipop.” Charlie cups water to his body to rinse off the soap, and I enjoy to way his muscles glisten. He walks toward me like a water deity and his hands firmly take hold of my hips. “And I see no reason not to.”
Oh. Sweet. Ancestors.
Charlie wraps his right hand around my girth and pumps me towards his plump lips. I greedily watch as he kisses my tapered head and licks the two slits of my glans. Shuck me. I am barely holding myself up on my tail when he sinks my dick into his mouth.
“Charlie.” I moan his name and lower my hands to hold the back of his head and his shoulder.
He bobs his head slowly, surrounding my cock with wet suction and drawing out my pleasure.
His tongue heavily caresses my ridges and his fist pumps my dick towards his mouth in perfect sync with the roll of his head.
Oh shuck. Even the sight of my dick sliding back and forth into his mouth drives me closer to release.
I think it’s because Charlie only cums once, but he always likes to get me off at least once before we have sex.
I have no complaints. He makes me feel like he is determined to learn every nook and sweet spot to control my pleasure.
To own it and control every tremor. Master of my body.
I am his willing slave. Charlie can do whatever he wants to me.
It’s hard to resist the urge to collapse around him in a tangle and mount my sheath on his cock, but my patience is rewarded soon enough.
The combination of his hot mouth, the suction of his hollowed cheeks and the pace of his hand stroking my length into his mouth sends me over the edge.
I tangle my hands in his wet blonde hair and cum at the back of his throat.
He can’t swallow it all but he always lets me cum in that hot cavern of his mouth.
Even if my cum spills through his lips and down his chin.
Another sexy sight I cherish and watch through half-lidded eyes.
“That was hot.” Charlie chuckles, and I am still a mental pile of goo as he walks out of the sunken bath to wash up at the sink.
When I can think with my upstairs brain I slither into the bathtub and brace the back of my shoulders and arms along the rim.
I hope I’m giving him a tempting display, my cock still extruding and my body needy.
“Oh I see?” He chuckles at my position and my tail sways in the water.
I hold still as he steps back into the bath.
He stands astride my tail and stalks up my length with a predatory glint in his eyes.
“So I take it you’ve donned this position like a bullseye, have you?
” Charlie puts his hands on his hips, accentuating the V of his pelvis and his long thick cock.
Raised and pointing at me like a target.
“Is this what you want?” He lowers to one knee over me and I grip the rim of the bathtub.
I’m so aroused I’ve lost the power of coherent speech, so I just nod and wriggle, hissing and lifting my tail to slink over his shoulder.
He lets me use my tail to bring him down to his other knee so he’s straddling my tail below my pouch. “What do you want Dal?”
“You.” I blurt out and my throat scales are dark, but I’m past being coy. “Inside me. Charlie.” I whine, crazy with need, and he lowers to all fours over me. Like my whimper drew him to rock forward on his knees and move this along.
“Give me some sugar.” Charlie grips the rim of the bathtub under my right shoulder, and his other hand cups the back of my head.
He kisses me, numbing my mind at his natural taste.
His tongue dominates mine. Charlie always likes to dominate me, and I love it.
I surrender, every time, and I damn near squeal at the hot press of his bulbous cock-end at my slit. “You’re so hot, you know that?”
“Y-you make me hot.” I’m not very good at this sexy talk, but Charlie never seems to be displeased with my attempts. He moans and kisses my throat, sufficiently distracting me as he takes hold of his cock and aims true.
“Look at you? A sexy mess of emerald scales.” He smirks against my neck and fills my sheath all the way to the back.
Shuck. I tremble and sink my arms into the bath to press my palms to the floor of the bath.
His hands take hold of the rim with both hands and gives me a devilish grin.
I know what that means. He’s going to shuck me hard, and I love it.
My tail, wet from the bath, snakes down his shoulder to tease across his nipples.
It was like a firing shot in a race, as he pistoned into action.
I shuddered and whimpered at the delicious fullness of his cock inside me.
My pouch and sheath clenched with each pulse of pleasure he rocked through me.
My tail cupped his ass, his back, around his shoulder and my tail-tip flicked at his nipples.
He turned his head and licked at my emerald tail.
I lifted the tail-tip and he licked it into his mouth to suck.
Shuck me. Just when I think Charlie can’t get sexier, he proves me wrong and turns me into a mumbling mess.
“So tight. Fuck, Dal, you’re so wet. Like your sheath is trying to milk me dry. ”
“Cum inside me.” I moan, delirious with pleasure and tasting his arousal in the air.
“I love the full feeling when you fill me with your seed.” He really liked that.
His hands gripped my shoulders and he rolled his hips to shuck me even harder.
Not faster, but deeper. “Ch-arlie!” I almost lost my balance and slid into the bath.
Every tantalising stretch and pull of his cock inside me sent me closer to the verge.
I hissed and flung my tail off Charlie to smack the water, when he took hold of my throbbing dick between us.
He licked and kissed my throat and pumped me into oblivion.
I arched my head back and hissed with relief.
My sheath clenched and my abdomen flexed with my trembles.
He stroked my cock even faster, even as I spurted cum over his knuckles and my navel, he didn’t stop milking my release.
I knew when Charlie came as he pressed himself, balls deep against me and squeezed me with his thighs.
He brought his mouth to mine and lazily kissed me, basking in the euphoria of his climax.
I came down from my high first and stared at his beautiful face.
His bottom lip went between his teeth and his brow furrowed a little bit.
Then his expression went lax into a satisfied smile and he lowered down to nestle against me.
His arms went around my waist and he pressed his cheek to my shoulder.
His lips peppered kisses at my neck and I happily surrounded him with my arms and tail.
I coiled some of my tail beneath me as support so we didn’t slip under the water.
“I love how you welcome me home.” Charlie teases against my throat and I wriggle happily.
“I love welcoming you home.” I chuckle and close my eyes, happy to bask in the moment and the warm bath water. “Even if we don’t have hot sex.” He laughs, and I love that I’ve made him laugh.
Ancestors, I love everything about Charlie.
I can’t tell him yet though, because I know he doesn’t feel the same way about me.
Not yet. I grin and accept the kiss he plants on me before he sits up to start washing off our semen.
Just you wait Charlie. You will fall madly in love with me.
We are right for each other. I just know it.