Page 101 of Clean Finish

After gently squeezing my hand, he let go and leaned down again to kiss along my shoulder. Then he murmured in my ear, “I thought I could eat your ass.”

Oh my god. I choked on a breath, hot and cold shivers breaking out over my whole body. I had no idea what sensations to expect, but I’d awkwardly fingered my own asshole before, and it had felt pretty good. His tongue there…

“Okay,” I squeaked.

He huffed in amusement. “I don’t have to, Lark. Only if you want me to. You mentioned before that you wanted to try rimming—”

“I want you to,” I croaked. “I really want you to. And I… I want to do it to you. If th-that’s okay.”

He chuckled again, pressing a kiss to the bend of my neck. “That’s more than okay. Turn over for a sec.”

Cheeks on fire, I awkwardly shifted onto my back and stared up at him with wide eyes. He grinned, then dipped down to kiss the corner of my mouth.

“Alright, so you can stay like this if you want. You’d just have to lift your legs up—kind of keep your knees near your shoulders. Or you can be on hands and knees.” He smirked, eyes flaring with heat. “Or you can sit on my face.”

Oh my god, oh my god.

“Um…” My voice shook.

“Whatever makes you feel the most comfortable, Lark.” He kissed me again.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back eagerly to give myself time to consider my options. Sitting on his face sounded ridiculously hot, but kind of an… advanced move, almost? I’d be more in control, and I didn’t think I wanted that just yet.

Folding myself in half sounded pretty daunting too. I’d be so… exposed. Just everything hanging out there. And Seb would be able to see my face. What if I pulled a really stupid expression when he started rimming me?

I broke the kiss and licked my lips nervously. “I think… maybe hands and knees?”

He grinned. “Good choice.”

Flushing from the praise, I gnawed on my lower lip for a second, then blurted, “What if my asshole is weird?”

Seb went still, blinking down at me, then slowly said, “What?”

Heat bloomed over my whole body as I squirmed. “I just—It’s not like I’ve looked at it all that often, and it… might be. I mean, I have the tail. And my wings grew in late. What if I have a… spinal thing that affected my butthole too?”

Seb exhaled. “Lark, your… butthole is not connected to your spine.”

“I know,” I said defensively. “Whatever. Then maybe it’s unrelated but still weird.”

He gazed at me in silence for a moment, then calmly asked, “What makes you think your butthole is weird?”

“I’m not saying it is weird, I’m just saying it could be and I’d have no idea.”

“You’ve seen assholes in porn though, right?”

“Yeah, but it’s not like I’m actively thinking about my own asshole while I’m looking at others in porn.” Why had I brought this up and why was I still talking about it? “I could see others and not even realise my own is weird because I’m so used to it, you know? It’s just always looked like that, so to me it’s not weird.”

There was another pause before Seb’s mouth twitched. “I’m sure your asshole is completely fine, Lark. Whatever it looks like.”

“Okay, but if it looks weird, you have to tell me, okay?” I blurted.

He huffed in exasperation but gave me a fond smile. “It’s not going to look weird. And I really don’t care what it looks like, anyway.” Leaning down, he gave me a slow kiss, then murmured, “I just want to put my tongue inside it.”

My breath hitched, cock leaping off my belly. With a gulp, I nodded in agreement. “O-okay. Shweet. Sounds good.”

Sitting up, he shifted back and gripped my hips, gently urging me to flip over and settle on my knees. I propped my elbows on the bed, my face hot with embarrassment from being in such an exposed position. Seb’s big hands smoothed over my ass, then down to my thighs.

“Spread your knees a little wider, Lark.”