Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
"You have nothing to worry over." I think at one point she'd picked up a clod of dirt and cried over it, but that will just embarrass her more so it will remain my secret. I won't tell her about how often she touched my face or demanded I purr for her. How she played with my whiskers and booped my nose and then gushed effusively about how big my cock was. How it had been so long since she'd had sex. She'd stroked my tail as if it was the most erotic thing she'd ever encountered and then had climbed atop me like a wild creature. We'd fucked, flopped onto our backs and stared up at the stars, and then had fucked twice more before dawn, each time pausing to point out the stars falling in the skies around us.
Payton looks suspicious of my answer. "So you say. You're the one with the memories of that night."
I lean in and rub my nose against hers, enjoying her scent and the softness of her skin. "And if it was anything terrible, would I be here now? Eager to touch you?"
"Oh," she breathes, and then her arms go around my neck. She presses her mouth to mine in a kiss, and this one is far more experienced and pleasant than the sloppy, enthusiastic ones she gave me that night. Not that I didn't like those—I'd been fascinated by the erotic nature of using tongues against one another. This is even better, though. Kissing Payton is more than just tongues colliding—it's the soft taste of her, the whimpers she makes as we come together, the scent and feel of her. This moment is utterly addictive, and I love most of all that she reached for me.
I nip at her lower lip before pulling away and focusing on her face. "Is this all right?"
She nods, her eyes shining, pupils dilated.
"Can I keep touching you?"
Payton nods again.
She reaches for me, and I capture her hand, nuzzling against her palm. "Me touching you," I point out. "Just let me enjoy this."
"I can't touch you?"
"You can...next time. Tonight, it is about your needs." Because I need to go slow with her. I don't want to be too intense right away, because I have memories of that night and she does not. I need to ease her into being fully comfortable with me. Once she trusts that I will be everything she needs in a sex partner, then it can be time for my pleasure, too.
She leans back and licks her pink lips, flushed from our kissing. In fact, her entire lower face is flushed from where it has rubbed against mine, which is adorably charming. "So I just, what, starfish and let you take care of me?"
"If you like." I'll ask what a starfish is later.
I reach up and caress her cheek, brushing it with my knuckles. She closes her eyes and leans into my caress, and I remember this from before. That I couldn't touch her enough. That she seemed absolutely starved for affection. I want to give her everything she desires. So I take my time, running my hands over her body, exploring her over her clothing with gentle caresses and light strokes. Her arousal perfume fills the air, and my cock fills my trou, but I keep my focus on her needs. I cup one heavy teat in my hand and it spills over my fingers. Her nipple is hard against my palm and I adjust my hand so I can rub that hard peak with my thumb.
That elicits a much bigger response from her than the small sighs and hums. Payton whimpers, trying to move closer to me again, her lips parting. I bend over her, mindful of the protruding belly between us, and kiss her mouth lightly even as I work her teat. "Feel good?"
She whines her response, sucking eagerly on my tongue.
I tug on her nipple and her kisses become urgent, her arousal scent thicker. "Can I touch you lower?" I ask her, abandoning her teat to stroke the leg closest to me. In response, she spreads her thighs for me.
Beautiful. Perfect.
Lifting up the lightweight skirt of her long tunic, I slide my hand under the fabric and press against her cunt. I know from before that she has a triangle of soft fur here between her thighs, and I'm not surprised to find it completely soaked with her need. With gentle fingers, I press into her folds, seeking out the spots she'd more or less demanded that I touch that night. I find her clit—the small pearl of flesh that is so very sensitive—and swirl my finger around it.
Payton's fingers dig into my mane and she sucks in a loud breath.
"Too much?" I ask, reveling in her response.
Mutely, she shakes her head and pulls me in for another kiss. This one is less teasing and more of just her putting her hot, hungry mouth on mine, but I don't mind. I like that she's losing control. I stroke through her slippery folds, making sure to keep my thumb teasing against her clit as I seek her core. My claws are retracted, my fingertips blunt, and when I find the opening to her core, Payton moans with need.