An afternoon breeze mixed the hair at Xymus' neck, cooling his perspiration slicked skin. He threw his head back, shivering in delight. Underneath him, Demit moved his hips. "Please, Xymus ... I really want this."
Xymus ran his give over the long length of Demit's smooth back, following his fingers down his mate's spine. He wanted to make Demit sit tight for his pleasure, cause him to ask for discharge. There was nothing similar to it. Not at all...