I took my mouth away temporarily, letting his cock slip from my lips with a loud pop. My hands still gripped his shaft and continued their motion.
“Good,” I replied. “I want that seed you promised me.”
I wrapped my mouth around him once more. He started to slant his hips forward, involuntarily thrusting himself against me. It only took a few times before he thrust his cock deep into my mouth and held it there. He remained still, his cum finally spilling out and down my throat. I swallowed it down, noticing how much there was. It gushed into me, as though it would never end. He jiggled his hips back and forth a few times, emptying the full load into me.
Despite my best efforts, some of it dribbled down my chin. I wiped it away before crawling out from underneath him. I stretched my legs out, then turned to face him.
He reached out a hand, gently smoothing back and straightening my hair. The top of my head had become mussed from brushing against his fur. Though I had it in a ponytail, as always, it had come loose.
For some reason, the motion made me feel jelly-like. Maybe it was just my imagination. My numerous orgasms could have been the reason for my weak legs. But the way he brushed my hair back seemed so intimate and caring that it caught me off guard.
He swept me into his arms, lifting me so that one arm supported my head and shoulders, and the other arm held my legs. It resembled a bridal-style carry, the same way that he had ‘taken me to bed’ before.
Drawing me close to his chest, his head swooped down once more to claim my lips. This time, the kiss was tender. It was slow, gentle, and full of emotion. It felt, almost, as if it was his way of showing me that I could trust him. That he would take care of me.
I returned the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck. We broke apart, staring into each other’s eyes. His expression held a nervous excitement, which mirrored my own.
It was that feeling of disbelief, that we were amazed at what we were about to do. There were no regrets or doubts, but it still seemed a bit surreal.
He led me over to the bed on the floor, laying me across the soft furs. With bated breath, I watched him eagerly. I couldn’t wait to see how this would unfold.
Chapter Nine
Claire
I was ready. More than ready. I was practically delirious with passion, and ready to have him inside me.
But he started slow, not wanting to rush anything. He laid me down on the nest of furs. He knelt beside me, leaning over to explore my body with his hands.
This time, it was clear that he was slowing down the pace. His hands roamed across my skin, gliding over my legs, my hips, my arms. They examined every curve of my body, feeling it all.
Even though the aphrodisiac had left me in what was basically a permanent state of arousal, I closed my eyes and just enjoyed it. It was both erotic and calming, like a sensual massage.
He twined his fingers through the bits of hair that had escaped my ponytail. It tugged gently against my scalp, making me shiver in delight. I’d never found foreplay to be this soothing. To be honest, most of my previous partners hadn’t spent much time on the prelude.
He traced a finger down the side of my face, staring at me intently. His golden eyes searched my expression, studying me. The finger slid underneath my chin, down to the collar bone.
He leaned forward and kissed my neck gently. He peppered my skin with soft kisses, working his way down to my breast. His tongue slid across the round flesh, moving inward to the nipple. He did the same to the other one, moving methodically and purposefully. He sucked the nipple into his mouth, squeezing it lightly between his lips.
After a moment, he sat up. Using his hands once more, he repeated a similar action. He pinched each nipple, rolling it gently until I moaned out my pleasure. I tossed my head, arching my back and encouraging him to keep going. He continued to flick the nipple with one hand, and I barely noticed the other hand that had begun traveling south across my body. But when it rubbed across the mound of my pussy, it certainly made itself known. I jerked at the sensation, pushing my hips against his hand.
He ran his fingers up and down the outer lips, teasing me for a moment as I writhed beneath him impatiently. I wanted more, so bad that I could hardly stand it.
Then he slid one finger deep inside me. Everything came sharply into focus for a moment. The smell of my arousal, the sticky, sweaty feel of my skin, the damp hair that clung to my forehead.
He added another, and then another. With three fingers, he thrust in and out. It felt fantastic. My hips bucked against his hand, my body demanding I took everything that he could give me.
While he did that, my breasts had not been forgotten. He continued to stroke and tweak my erect nipples, his hand moving from one to the other. A particularly strong squeeze made me cry out, the power of it rocketing through my body.
“I want you inside me,” I said breathlessly. His fingers were large and thick, but not enough to fill the aching need that seemed to be endless.
He slid his hand out, the fingers glistening with my juices. Licking them clean, something glinted hungrily in his eyes.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he rasped hoarsely.
I didn’t hesitate, quickly flipping over to follow his directions. He tried to stand over me, covering me with his body. His forelegs rested in front of my hands, and his hindlegs came behind my own legs. It was clear, though, that the proportions were not quite right. My pussy was too low for him. He glanced around the room impatiently, looking for something to use. His eyes landed on a low, long wooden box, and he trotted off to fetch it.
Returning with the box, which was about three feet wide and two feet high, he instructed me to take the same position on top of it. When I was in place, he tried again. This time, everything was perfect.