[He pauses his hungry kisses just long enough to breathlessly pant the word "Nychta--", cut off with a short whimper as her hips grind down on him again, his cock straining up against her through the fabric of the towel.]
[His fingertips curl into the small of her back, and he drags his nails down her scutes and over the swell of her ass. He leans forward, pulling himself up against her chest so he can keep reaching -- his hand continues down, down, over her buttcheek, until his fingertips find the smooth underside of her tail. He follows her scales forward and under, fingertips searching for the sensitive places between her legs.]
[ easy enough to find, terribly warm even surrounded by already hot water and slightly slick against his fingers; she shudders with a soft groan, arching her spine forward and lifting her tail a bit to press back against those searching fingers.
Which, unfortunately, takes her away from that hardness between his legs. But she at least has the presence of mind to unwrap an arm from his shoulders and smooth her fingers down over his chest, and further, ever so slowly dragging the towel off and against his cock to replace with her small hand. ]
[He sucks in a breath as she wraps her hand around him, dick hardening in her fingers and twitching into her grip as if seeking her out.
His fingers have also found what they were looking for, exploring her slick folds for a moment or two before, in one slow, steady motion, burying two fingers inside.]
[ She mouths gently at his collar, teeth barely grazing against his skin as she travels up along his neck, petting softly over his cock as it twitches in her grip.
The slow press of his fingers earns an encouraging groan from her, the muscle tensing as he eases in; as if in reward her fingers tighten around his cock and stroke from base to head. ]
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[His fingertips curl into the small of her back, and he drags his nails down her scutes and over the swell of her ass. He leans forward, pulling himself up against her chest so he can keep reaching -- his hand continues down, down, over her buttcheek, until his fingertips find the smooth underside of her tail. He follows her scales forward and under, fingertips searching for the sensitive places between her legs.]
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Which, unfortunately, takes her away from that hardness between his legs. But she at least has the presence of mind to unwrap an arm from his shoulders and smooth her fingers down over his chest, and further, ever so slowly dragging the towel off and against his cock to replace with her small hand. ]
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His fingers have also found what they were looking for, exploring her slick folds for a moment or two before, in one slow, steady motion, burying two fingers inside.]
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The slow press of his fingers earns an encouraging groan from her, the muscle tensing as he eases in; as if in reward her fingers tighten around his cock and stroke from base to head. ]