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He chuckled, adopting a poor imitation of a humble smile. While tensing his pecs. “I guess.”

Smiling, I turned off my treadmill and grabbed my towel to pat the sweat off my face. “Hope you’re not too worn out.”

“No way. Definitely not,” he said quickly, then hesitated as his eyes met mine. “Do you want to—”

“Yes.”

He blinked, then grinned. “Sweet. Meet you outside in five minutes?”

I smiled back, stepping off the treadmill and looking up at him. “Yes,” I repeated.

“I never thought I’d say this, but I don’t think I can come anymore.”

Nuni looked wrecked as he stared up at his bedroom ceiling through heavy, sated eyes, his chest still heaving from the orgasm I’d just given him with my lips wrapped around the tip of his cock while I straddled his face. My legs were trembling from my own orgasm as I sat back on my heels beside him, trying to slow my breaths.

It was Sunday evening, the sky getting dark through the stained-glass windows. We’d spent another entire day having sex, taking breaks to eat and rehydrate, during which we’d talked casually about nothing important before getting distracted again.

He’d already lifted me onto the kitchen island and fucked me with his tongue. He’d bent me over the couch to kneel behind me and eat my pussy while jerking himself off. When we’d eventually made it to the bed, I’d pushed him down onto the mattress and given him the slowest blowjob known to man, tracing my tongue around every single barb on his cock until he’d been shaking, pre-cum pouring from the head.

Giving his tight stomach a pat, I shoved my hair back from my face and asked, “Mind if I go get some water?”

He waved a lazy hand. “Go ahead. Help yourself to whatever.”

“Thanks.” I scooted to the edge of the bed and stood, my legs still trembling lightly. “Want anything?”

“Water as well.” He lifted his head to give me a weak glare. “I’m a husk. You’ve drained my body dry, dude.”

Chuckling, I padded out of the bedroom and over to the kitchen. I’d already seen which cabinet held the glasses, so I didn’t have to go searching for them. After several thirsty gulps, I slowed down and sipped my water as I looked around the living area. It felt a little weird to be standing naked in Nuni’s kitchen, but I’d spent more time naked here than I had clothed. And even though we were street-level, the stained-glass windows meant no one could see in unless they pressed their face right up against them.

After refilling the glass, I went back into the bedroom and handed Nuni his water. He drained it, then lay back down and rolled onto his front with a groan, his long limbs splayed across the huge mattress.

Chuckling, I clambered up and straddled the tops of his thighs, trying to ignore the way his tail pressed against my cunt. “You can’t be that worn out.”

He tried to rally, lifting his head an inch before letting his cheek smush back against the pillow. “Just give me five minutes. Maybe ten.”

I smiled, settling my hands on his lower back, my fingers tracing the little dimples just above the base of his tail. Nuni shivered, then peered back at me eagerly.

“Massage?”

I burst out laughing at the hopeful note in his voice. “You want a massage.”

“Just seemed like that was what you were gearing up to do.” He gestured at the nightstand, then folded his arms under the pillow as he rested his cheek back on it with a grin. “There’s massage oil in there.”

“Uh, I never said I’d give you one.” I rolled my eyes, but I was already leaning over to open the nightstand drawer. I wasn’t going to turn down an opportunity to run my hands all over Nuni’s naked body. Or see it all oily and gleaming.

After pouring some oil into my palm, I shifted until I was sitting on his ass and rubbed my hands together, slicking them up, before smoothing them over his shoulder blades.

“Shit, you’re actually giving me one?” Nuni groaned, his body going completely lax. “You’re the best, dude,” he mumbled into the pillow.

“Just a quick one,” I said dryly, pressing my thumbs into the backs of his shoulders until he shuddered. “Am I getting one after this?”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you want.” He already sounded drowsy, and another groan left him as I ran my thumbs down his back on either side of his spine.

Arousal fluttered through me at the sound, but I concentrated on giving him a half-decent massage, at least for a little while. Shifting lower so I was straddling his thighs again—that tail once more pressing into interesting places—I smoothed my hands down onto the globes of his ass. It was ridiculously firm. And round. I kind of wanted to bite it.

Instead, I eyed up his tail. I already knew it was sensitive, but I wanted to find out just how sensitive. After pausing to slick up my hands with more oil, I settled back down and casually circled the base of his tail with my oily fingers.

Nuni’s back instantly tensed, all the muscles popping. “Damn.” He chuckled warily. “Svyn definitely doesn’t give me such a, uh, thorough massage.”