Experiments
Feyre had been waiting for months for this exact moment, for a night when Rhys was tired enough that he forgot to shift away his wings. Tonight was that night. He had stumbled into their room, eyes already half-closed, without a word to her. He'd barely stripped of his worn Illyrian leathers when he collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep.
He wouldn't sleep for long.
Feyre approached the bed and sat on the edge, brushing up against Rhy's mind to make sure he was fully alseep. His chest rose and fell peacefully, and Feyre grinned to herself.
She straddled the naked chest of her sleeping mate, gently easing herslef down so she didn't disturb him. He grunted, but remained asleep. She reached up and slowly, using one finger, traced the line of the main bone in his wing. He grunted again, and she felt his member swell beneath her thigh. She used the other hand, too, and swirled small circles near the edge of it. Rhys grunted a third time, this time loudly, and Feyre checked to make sure he was still sleeping. He was, but his dream had taken a decidedly sinful turn, involving her, a meadow, and an outrageous amount of chocolate.
She leaned up to kiss so, so near to that spot on the inside edge of his wing, then traced her tongue around it. Rhys groaned sleepily. She grinned and reached down, rubbing the head of his member gently. His hips bucked in his sleep. She knew he would wake soon, and would want to return the favor. She didn't want that. She wanted to give him his orgasm by touching his wings.
She used her thumb and pointer finger and rubbed the membrane between them, fisting the entire length of the bone. Rhy's eyes flickered open, and he mumbled, "What's going -" Feyre scraped a nail near that one spot, and Rhys broke off, hissing a curse. She ran a finger down his wing, stopping before the spot on the inside edge of it. Very gently, she poked the place he was reacting to most, stroking down with feather-light pressure. Rhys threw his head back, a groan ripping from his throat. Feyre shifted her position, rubbing herself against his member. He hissed through his teeth, hands fisted in the sheets. She splayed her hands across his wings, dragging down with the tips of her fingers. Rhys bucked hard beneath her, and she grinned. "Feyre," Rhys moaned beneath her. "Please." She fondled the connective joint of his wing. "Please what?" she coaxed, squeezing hard enough to make him groan.
She touched the most sensitive spots, finding them by watching closely to Rhys's reaction, to the spasms in his body and wings. Her hand found the tissue connecting his wing to his back, stroking lightly. Rhys's member swelled beneath her thigh, and she ceased all movement. His body trembled beneath her, and he gasped again, "Please." She gave in and traced a line up his wing to that one damned spot, gently brushing it at the same time that she kissed him, hard.
Rhys roared, voice hoarse, body twisting. His hair, so black it was almost blue, spilled across the sheets as his seed spilled out of him. He panted, eyes wide, slowly coming down from his high. Feyre slid off him and laid on the bed next to him. "Next time," she murmured in his ear, "Don't forget to put away your wings." He smirked at her, lips full and ready. "You know, I'm going ro have to find a way to pay you back for this," he whispered. Feyre's grin grew. "I know.