Page 100 of Clean Finish

“Yes,” he rasped, sitting up to trail his hands down my sides to my hips. Then he slid them inward to squeeze my ass. “It’s perfect. Every part of it. You’re beautiful.”

I bit my lip, squeezing my eyes shut tighter when he swept his palm across my lower back, over my tail, then smoothed it up my spine. When he reached the spot between my wings, a jolt of sensation made me twitch. I couldn’t decide whether it felt good or not. It was almost overwhelming.

“Your wings are beautiful,” Seb continued, gently tracing some of the veins splintering out from the roots, making me shudder. “Your neck is beautiful. Your back is beautiful. Your ass is—” He growled low in his throat and squeezed my backside again. “Fucking perfect.”

A grin stretched my mouth as I peeked one eye open to look back at him. “Yeah?”

“Yes.” His eyes had grown dark, gaze fixed on my ass. Then he looked up and gave me a grin, before leaning back down to kiss the corner of my mouth. “Alright, ready?”

“Uh-huh.” I nodded and closed my eyes again. I was more than ready. I felt amazing, actually. Most of my nerves were gone thanks to Seb’s words. I was calm but excited.

“Not too many more to cover, and then we can move on to the other thing I have in mind,” he said, dropping soft kisses down my neck. My belly jolted with anticipation.

“Wh-what’s the other thing?” I asked breathlessly, which made him chuckle.

“You’ll find out soon.”

“Okay,” I breathed, content to let him do whatever he wanted.

I turned my cheek to rest my forehead on my arms when he rubbed his nose against the nape of my neck. He kissed me there softly, then a little lower until he reached the bump of my spine. I shivered, my attention split between the light pleasure of his mouth and the hot, stiff length rubbing against the top of my ass.

“The nape of the neck can be sensitive,” he murmured, shifting lower. “And most of the spine.”

I nodded, already breathing shallower. When he reached that spot between my wings and nuzzled me there, my ass hiked up as a jolt of strange sensation shot down my spine.

I breathed out a wary little laugh. “It’s weirdly sensitive there.”

“Yeah.” He nuzzled me again until I was shuddering, not sure if I wanted to escape the sensation or succumb to it. I could feel my wings twitching, until they fluttered manically when Seb rubbed his lips against the root of one.

“That’s… that’s sensitive too,” I panted, my wings snapping out and stretching wide.

He sat up and rubbed his fingertips against the roots of each wing, circling where they melded to my skin. My back tensed, cock pulsing furiously against the mattress. I was breathing hard and loud. No one had ever touched my wings like this. Obviously our fae physician had clinically inspected them when they started growing when I was a little kid, and again in my teens when we’d realised they weren’t growing as fast as they should, but never like this. All slow and sensual caresses on the parts I hadn’t even realised were so sensitive. Almost too sensitive—a slight discomfort I wanted more of.

“Mmm.” I squeezed my eyes shut tight, clutching at the pillow under my head. Seb splayed his long fingers and dragged them lightly over the veins fanning out from the roots, then skimmed them over the bottom curves of my lower wings.

I started to pant, shifting my hips restlessly beneath him to grind my cock against the bed. Seb realised what I was doing, because he chuckled and leaned down to press a kiss to my spine, directly between my wings, which made my breath catch in my throat as I shuddered.

“Feel good?” he murmured, pressing two more light kisses either side of my spine before shifting lower. His cock prodded between my cheeks, making me clamp my teeth down on my lower lip as I nodded frantically.

Then he moved back even more as he began kissing down my spine again, and my eyes popped open as I realised where he was headed. Fuck. My ass. But also my tail. I wasn’t sure if I wanted him so close to it, in case it weirded him out, but I stayed silent.

“Bottom of the spine is another sensitive spot too,” he murmured, big hands smoothing over my hips as he dropped a slow kiss there. His chin brushed against my nub, making me so tense that I started to tremble.

But it wasn’t just anxiety. It felt so good, but the sensation of being so exposed in a way I never had been before almost made me ask him to stop. The part of me that I’d always been so insecure about, that had held me back in some ways, was right in his face. He was inches from it.

My mouth trembled when he nuzzled it softly, then pressed a kiss to it. My breath hitched as I went to speak, but I stayed quiet again. He’d told me to stop apologising for it, and despite how self-conscious I was about it, I knew he was right. I didn’t have to apologise for a body part I’d had no control over possessing. It was just there. It existed.

And… I was starting to believe the other stuff he’d said too. It wasn’t weird or gross just because it wasn’t typical. He definitely didn’t seem to think so as he kept his mouth pressed to the base of it and murmured, “Beautiful, Lark.”

A hoarse whimper escaped me. I tugged an arm free and reached down awkwardly, fumbling to find his hand. He threaded his fingers through mine and squeezed, dropping another kiss on my nub before trailing more over the top of one ass cheek.

“That’s the rest of them,” he rasped, sitting up. “That I know of, anyway. Well, except the feet.”

A weirdly jubilant sense of lightness was filling my chest as I snuffled a laugh. “No way, not the feet. I’m way too ticklish. I’d probably accidentally kick you in the face.”

He chuckled, his free hand smoothing over my ass cheek, fingertips tracing the side of my tail. “Want to know the other thing I thought we could do tonight?”

My breath caught, and I nodded quickly. “Yeah.”