Chapter 25
Gasps stacked one on top of the other, not enough air to voice them all. Selati wanted to tell Aleledai of his adoration, praise him. There wasn’t breath for it, wits scrambled to the horizon if he had the ability to breathe through the pleasure. Hot wetness surrounded his prick at the last second. A moan ripped out of his throat and Selati vibrated with the need to thrash, overwhelmed.
Rough pads of fingers stroked with a maddening slowness over the tight rosette a couple inches below the base of his shaft. Selati’s hips tried to shift, force a faster pace or change from the easy vertical movement to more of a circle. Something. Anything. The faint pressure was not enough. His hands clenched and nails dragged over the hard hide of Aleledai’s scales, the bumpy texture another point of pleasure to his singing nerves.