Pegasus Boyfriend: Blumiere Part One (special preview)

Blumiere nuzzles between my breasts and rests his head there. “How do you always smell so sweet?” He murmurs. His fingers knead my mound gently, rubbing through the thicket of curls there.

“Because you make me bathe with you every morning.” I moan as his fingers rub against my slit. My plump mound squishes between his fingers.

“It’s not that,” he moans. “It’s something better than that.” He tilts his chin up and I meet his kiss. I suck his tongue and drag my fingers down along his scalp and neck. 

Blumiere’s fingers slip inside me and I moan softly. “I need to wash your hair.”

“Braid it and no one will know.” He kisses my breasts as his fingers move inside me. He then grabs me, pulling me close so I’m leaning over his shoulder. One hand kneads and squeezes my rear while the other works to make me weak and needy.

“Blumiere,” I mewl.

“Cum for me and I’ll let you go,” he pants. “I know you’re close.” He kisses my side and strokes his hand up my back.

My lashes flutter as I feel his fingers deep inside. I squeeze around them as fireworks spark and crackle in my brain. I grunt and rut my hips, thrusting them back against his fingers until my legs go weak and I completely use Blumiere for support.

Blumiere eases me down into the water and kisses me. “Much better.” He kisses my cheek and settles me between his front legs. 

I huff, knowing I let him move me way too easily. I try to remain strong every morning, and yet he always gets me. Some days we both touch, other days I only touch him, and days like today, he only touches me. We’ve been lovers for years, but only use our hands and mouths. I have not yet let us go all the way because once we do, then that makes Blumiere and I mates for life. If that were to happen, that could mean trouble for Blumiere, so much so he could even lose the throne. Although, he doesn’t seem to care about that. He asks me often to become his mate, but each time I say no, I think he understands.

Blumiere’s strong hands rub me down with soap, washing my shoulder and down my arms. “I love how strong your arms are.”

“They’re strong from carrying you everyday.” I lean back against his chest with a smile on my face.

“Someone has to.” He kisses the top of my head. 

I stand up from the water and begin to wash his hair. I turn on the spigot, letting the shower dampen his locks. Blumiere kisses my belly and nuzzles to it as I massage his scalp and lather the soap. 

“I wish we could stay like this,” he murmurs. “I wish I could keep you in my bed all night so we didn’t have to part.”

“I know, but-” I frown and try to push away my own wants. “Close your eyes. I have to rinse your hair out.”