“Someone hasn’t had the perfect morning yet,” I correct him. “Now it’s my turn.” “D’see—” “Hush,” I tell him, leaning down to lick his cock like a treat. “I’m practicing.” He sucks in a breath the moment my tongue glides over him and goes still. I glance up at him and his eyes are closed, the dancing blue glow entirely gone. His tail thumps the blankets once, hard, and I imagine it to be a demand for more. Grinning to myself, I lick him again and wait for a response. It’s not long in coming. He growls low in his throat and his tail fwaps again.
