Chapter Thirty-Seven #2
His lips met mine as soon as I stopped talking.
I groaned, then half climbed on top of him.
Kit laughed into my mouth but helped manoeuvrer us until we were both laid out on the sofa.
I settled between Kit’s legs, his thighs bracketing mine.
I tried not to lean too much of my weight on him but loved how my chest moved with each of his heavy breaths.
His tongue danced with mine, his lips smooth and slick. I never wanted to stop the glide of my stubbled chin across his, the gentle butt of our noses each time I tilted my head in a new direction.
He gasped when I abandoned his mouth to kiss across his cheeks. I pressed my lips to his closed eyelids, his pale brow, down over his chin. I nuzzled into his scarf and breathed deep of his perfect scent.
I’d not had sex as a normal human and enjoyed it, so I didn’t know if it was being a werewolf that made every moment with Kit so overwhelmingly great or if it was because of him.
I thought it was him that made the true difference.
My wolfy powers meant that now I’d found someone I wanted to be naked with at every opportunity, I had so many more ways to enjoy them.
Kit’s chest heaved as I nuzzled into it. He laughed when I pressed my nose into his armpit, but didn’t push me away. I wasn’t sure I’d be into sniffing under his arm after a long day, but right now his skin was clean and warm. I wanted to nose across every part of him.
I spread my hands around his sides as I rubbed my face down his chest and over his stomach. His belly was flat, the flesh softer than mine. His jumper had rucked up during my exploration. I pressed my nose to the thin strip of skin exposed above the waistband of his pyjama bottoms and breathed.
Evidence jutted into my throat that Kit was fairly interested in what I’d been doing so far, but I didn’t want to whip down his pyjama bottoms without checking what he wanted.
‘Kit?’ I angled my head to look at him. ‘Can I please give you a blow job?’
His eyes widened as he nodded, his mussed hair toppling across his forehead. ‘Only if you want to.’
I licked my lips. If the blast of spice that swept over me meant anything, he liked that. I did it again, just to check. For science.
He half laughed and half groaned as he rested his head back against the arm of the sofa. ‘You’re such a tease.’
My eyebrows jumped up my forehead. I hadn’t meant to tease him.
It made me feel weirdly hot and tingly that I had the power to cause such a reaction.
Since I’d not found another person even vaguely attractive before, it wasn’t something I’d especially associated with myself either.
I didn’t think I would ever turn heads like Kit did, but maybe I could be sexy to him. I’d like that.
I stopped staring at the bit of his neck exposed by his disordered scarf and focused instead on tugging his pyjamas down enough to give me access to his dick.
I’d watched him dress earlier, so it was no surprise he didn’t have anything on underneath, but having him exposed so quickly sent a thrill through me.
Running my hands up and down the tops of his legs, I pressed my nose into the place where his groin met his thigh. The scent of spice was thick. I filled my lungs and rubbed my cheek into the neat hair curling around the base of his dick.
I pulled back to look at it. I wasn’t intimidated. Not exactly. I was more that I’d never been this close to another man’s private parts. Kit’s dick was about the same length as mine, maybe a little thinner. The skin was a rosy pink, like his cheeks after he’d walked beside the lashing sea.
I ran one hand up his thigh to grip the base, then raised my head to circle my lips around him. Despite Aster’s many attempts to convince me, I hadn’t been sure someone else’s cum would taste all that good. I’d have to send my bestie a gift basket as an apology for doubting him.
I kind of lost myself as I lapped at the fluid steadily pumping from Kit’s dick. I licked and took him across my tongue. His precum was salty, but nothing like the sad scent of the air when I’d arrived home. This was pure pleasure, sharp and true.
Kit’s hips hitched in restless jolts, each movement sending him further across my tongue. One of his hands threaded into my hair, while the other scrabbled along his thigh until his fingers met mine.
I grinned around him as our fingers entwined. I loved the closeness I felt to Kit as his dick slipped over my tongue and stretched my lips. I loved that I had this part of him now, could add it to all the brilliant things we did together.
His fingers tightened. ‘I’m going to come.’
I had a split second of indecision, before I decided to stay where I was. A moment later, Kit’s dick kicked and hot salt flooded my mouth.
He moaned, his fingers curling in my hair, before he collapsed onto the sofa as though all his strings had been cut.
Careful to keep his come on my tongue, I eased off his softening dick.
He blinked at me, then loosened the hand in my hair to reach under the coffee table. He held out a tissue.
‘Spit,’ he urged.
I obeyed, then grabbed another tissue to wipe my chin. ‘Sorry. That wasn’t very sexy. It wasn’t that I didn’t like it, but it was just suddenly there and it was a lot and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to swallow or not.’
Kit took the damp tissues and placed them on the floor. He threaded his fingers through my hair and smiled in a way that I hoped was fond rather than tolerant.
‘My ego isn’t going to take even the smallest dent if you never want to swallow,’ he murmured. ‘I don’t ever want you to do something you don’t want to.’
Reluctantly, I pulled his pyjama bottoms up over his dick.
I would have liked to have kept it out, to rest my cheek against it and take a nap, but I wasn’t sure Kit would want that.
I contented myself with wiggling back up his body and settling across his chest. His arms wrapped around me, his legs strong either side of mine.
‘I’ll try swallowing next time,’ I said. ‘I liked the taste of it, but I wasn’t expecting there to be so much.’
‘You can give it a go.’ One of Kit’s hands moved in lazy patterns through my hair. ‘But I honestly won’t care if you don’t like it.’
All of my new werewolf senses were helpful, but the most beneficial right this second was being able to zero in on Kit’s heartbeat. It didn’t skip or stutter.
‘Shall I return the favour?’ he murmured.
I glanced up at him and grinned. His eyes were half-lidded, like he was already halfway asleep.
My dick was hard, pressing into the sofa cushion beneath us, but it didn’t require urgent attention.
I nuzzled into Kit’s chest. ‘Not now. Let’s rest for a bit.’
He wrapped one hand around the back of my neck, the other resting on my lower back. ‘A tiny nap, then it’s puzzle time.’
I smiled. ‘Sounds perfect.’