Chapter 13 #2
The cabin was authentic-looking, but had all the conveniences.
It had two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, a family room, and a small laundry.
Everything you could need was provided. It had a homey, relaxing feel.
My tension began to ease as soon as I walked inside.
The way Fiona sighed, so had hers. When we were done admiring, I swept her into my arms and against my chest.
“Damn, it’s been too long. I need my sugar. I was good and waited until the tour was done. Give me a taste,” I asked, no, demanded.
Fiona gave me a pretend kittenish smile. “Sugar? What kind? I think I have a chocolate bar in my purse. Wait, there are lemon drops, the sour-sweet kind, in there too. Which one do you want?”
I let a soft snarl from Rogue surface. Her eyes, though they widened, also grew slumberous. Her pupils dilated, and her breathing picked up. I heard her heart speeding up, too. My body reacted the same way. I picked her up and walked her to the couch.
I sat on it, bringing her to rest on my lap. Once there, I caught her head between my hands, held it still, and feasted on her sweet mouth. Ah, honey, strawberries, with cinnamon and cardamom. I wasn’t sure why her mouth always tasted like that, but I loved it.
As we kissed, and it was mutual play on both sides, with tongues and teeth in the mix, along with our actual lips, a thought popped into my head.
I couldn’t make it go away. It drove me to kiss her more hungrily, and my cock hardened into a steel pole.
It rubbed against the denim and zipper of my jeans.
I wondered if her pussy, when I lapped up her body’s cream, would taste the same as her mouth?
I groaned as I deepened our kiss. I was so deeply into it that when she took one of my hands away from her face, it barely registered.
But when Fiona placed it on her cloth-covered tit, I noticed.
With reluctance, I broke our lip lock. We panted as I stared into her eyes. They were full of hunger.
“Fiona, what do you want me to do?” I asked hoarsely.
I wanted no misunderstandings. I’d promised her we’d take however long she needed to progress our relationship to include anything sexual.
Kisses were a yes, but the rest would come later.
A slight blush washed over her cheeks. Her eyes dropped for a moment, then came back up to meet my stare again.
“I want you to touch me, Keir. Our kisses are wonderful, but I ache. I need you to make it go away,” she whispered.
“Piscín, Kitten, I want nothing more than to touch you. But if I do, the ache, the burning will get worse. Maybe we should take a breather. I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret.”
She had no clue how much it cost me to suggest that.
I was a bonded male who wanted nothing more than to make love to my mate and mark her.
I needed my scent on her and inside her.
My leopard was craving the same with her leopard, Danu.
Fiona had shared her name on the ride here.
Rogue would get to meet her this trip. We had plans to let them out to run, play, and hunt.
Fiona pressed my hand to her tit harder.
“I want, no, make that need you to touch me, Keir. Please. I don’t care if it makes me burn more.
We’re mates, you said. Shouldn’t we make it official?
What better way do you have to seal that bond than to do more of this?
To show me what this…involves.” Her words faded to barely a whisper at the end. I knew she was uncomfortable asking.
“You can always ask me for anything you want or need, Fiona. Don’t be embarrassed. You’re giving me the greatest gift—your first time for everything and the honor of teaching you anything you want to do.”
The thought made my cock jerk, tearing a small groan from my throat. She gave me a concerned look.
“What’s wrong?”
Deciding not to hide things, even if it might make her blush, I answered. “The image of what I just told you made my cock jerk in anticipation. It hurt against my zipper, but in a kinda good way, if that makes sense.”
Her gaze dropped to my lap. There was a gap between our bodies. Her cheeks flushed redder, then she glanced back up at my face.
“May I?”
“May you what?”
“Touch you. Through your pants?”
“Fuck, if you do, I might come in my jeans. Though at this moment, I couldn’t care less,” I muttered.
“You touch my breast, and I’ll touch your…”
“Touch my cock. You can say it. I won’t be shocked or offended.”
“Then I’ll touch your cock,” she repeated boldly.
Unable to stay still another second, my hand on her tit tightened, then I kneaded it.
Fiona moaned and wiggled on my lap. Then, as I continued, her hand slid down my chest, across my abs until she reached my erection.
She softly squeezed, making me moan. She kept doing it, while adjusting her hand as if she were mapping it or something.
It was hard to concentrate at times on her tits, but I did.
I wasn’t sure how long I lasted before I voiced my plea.
“Please, let me feel my hand on your skin. You can keep your top on, but I need to feel your bare tit.”
She shuddered, but then she did something else I hadn’t expected.
She leaned away from me, and then her top was pulled up over her head.
She dropped it on the other end of the couch.
This move left her in a bra, one that barely covered her tits.
She allowed me a moment or two to admire her, then she reached behind her back, and the bra sagged.
She eased it off, and it ended up with her top.
Her tits were better than I imagined. They were creamy, pert mounds, topped with hard, soft-pink nubs. My mouth watered to taste them, and my hands flexed with the need to massage them. Without a word, I cupped them both, lifted them higher, then sucked the nipple of one into my mouth.
I squeezed the other one and teased the nipple while my mouth performed oral gymnastics on the opposite one. We got lost in the pleasure, and I kept her tits tingling. Her hand on my covered cock felt good, but not great. Then, she pulled back, popping her tit from my mouth.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, my voice all hoarse.
“You said to tell you what I need, no matter what it is, right?”
“Yes, I did.”
“I want to be skin to skin with you. I want your shirt gone. And then when I tell you, your jeans and underwear. I want to see and fondle you.”
I threw back my head and moaned loudly. “By the gods, you’re trying to kill me,” I muttered.
She giggled, then grew serious. “I want you to feel as out of control as you’re making me,” she confessed.
“If that’s what you want, I have a suggestion. Would you be willing to move to one of the bedrooms so we have room to maneuver and lie down? It won’t go past whatever you tell me you want,” I assured her.
“I know you won’t. Come, let’s see how comfortable the bed is,” Fiona said, standing and taking my hand.
When I rose, I pressed myself against her backside, so she felt my erection. Then I nudged her to walk. As she did, I kept my hands cupped around both tits, playing with them. She laughed.
“How do you expect me to walk with you doing that?”
“I don’t know what you mean. I’m merely steering you,” I teased.
I stumbled a moment later when she reached behind her back and latched onto the lump in my pants.
“Well, you can’t be the only one with a steering handle,” she purred.
By the time we made it to the bed in the larger bedroom, we fell onto it together, laughing.
I’d never been playful with a woman when it came time for sex.
The transactions were purely about relief, for both of us.
I’d ask her what she liked. Gave it to her if it were something I would do.
I ensured whoever I was with got off more than once and that my ultimate relief was achieved.
With Fiona, it felt right to have some fun.
I removed my shirt, then nibbled on her neck as I tugged and twisted her nipples, causing her to whimper.
I did that while she was mapping my chest muscles with her fingers.
The slide of her skin on mine was unbelievable.
I was growing more aroused by the tit action and skin contact.
Knowing I had to get off my jeans before I was permanently crippled, I dropped a quick kiss on her lips before standing up.
Fiona raised on her elbows. Excitement danced in her eyes.
When my hands went to the snap and zipper of my jeans, her gaze zeroed in on it and stayed.
She nodded. I unsnapped it, then slowly inched the zipper down.
When it was fully open, I hooked my thumbs under the waistband and shoved it down.
I was a shifter. The fewer clothes, the better, especially if you might have to shift within seconds.
The slowest one to do so in a fight usually ended up being the loser.
She sat up. Her mouth was open. My cock was standing straight in front of me, as if pointing to her. I couldn’t resist gripping the base and stroking a couple of times. I groaned. The head was dark red, covered in precum.
“Do you like what you see?” I asked, wanting to tempt her.
She nodded, then asked, “Can I touch?”
My legs almost felt weak as I moved back to the side of the bed. She scooted forward so she sat on the edge. I let go of myself. When her hand wrapped me, my cock jerked, and more precum seeped out.
“It’s so hard, yet it’s soft, too. And warm. Show me how you like your cock touched. What brings you the most pleasure? I need you to get gratification from what I do for you. No, wait, I want it to be more than that. I want you to teach me to be the best you’ve ever had.”
“You already are because with you, my heart is involved, but I’ll do what you want. Hold me tighter, like this,” I instructed, using my hand placed over hers to show her how to do it.
From there, I admit I got lost in the feeling of her touch.
Her strokes became bolder. Fiona found a rhythm that made me grit my teeth.
When her thumb would sweep over the slick head and drag the precum down my length, I hissed.
Eventually, I grabbed her other hand and had her cup and squeeze my aching balls.
I let her explore until I was closing in on an orgasm.
That’s when I removed her hands and pushed on her chest. Fiona took my hint and fell onto her back.
I bent over her, and I fondled, licked, and sucked her tits for a few minutes, causing her to cry out.
When she was riding that edge, I nibbled and kissed my way down her torso to her belly.
I tongued her belly button, making her beg me to stop. I didn’t. Then I couldn't stop myself. She was wearing leggings, not jeans. I paused.
“Piscín, can I remove these so I can see you?” I asked.
Her smile made my heart leap. “Yes, Keir, take them off.”
I was yanking them down before her last syllable had faded.
When I did, I removed her panties along with them.
I made myself not look at her core until she was stripped totally naked.
Only then did I let my gaze go there. I moaned, then I dropped to my knees on the floor.
Thankfully, a large, thick area rug covered most of the hardwood in the bedrooms.
Easing her legs apart, I kissed the inside of each knee, then proceeded to kiss my way up her legs.
I alternated from one leg to the other until I reached the motherland.
Sweet curls guarded the entrance. The curls were the same color as her hair.
Her pale, puffy, pink lips were peeking out.
The glistening intensified as I used my thumbs to part the folds.
But the greatest thing was her scent. It was so intense, hinting at the much subtler scent of her.
I ran a finger down the center of her folds.
Her hips jumped, and Fiona whimpered. Then, as she watched, I lowered my head and took the first swipe of her cream.
I purred. There was no other word for it.
And as I did, the complex flavor registered.
I got my wish. Her cum tasted like her mouth, except the strawberry flavor was more intense.
I lost control as I let myself perform the best oral sex I’d ever done on someone.
I heard her pleas and cries from a distance.
It was all encouragement and exclamations about how good it felt and how she couldn’t stand it.
I kept pressing forward. When the first orgasm hit, she bowed her hips off the bed, but I pressed them back flat.
She shouted my name, and more of that richness flooded my mouth. I greedily lapped it up.
If Fiona thought I was about to stop there, now that I had her naked, she was wrong. I needed to hear her sing again. I pushed her back up until she crested and came for a second time. As she did, I nuzzled her pussy until Fiona’s elation abated.
I reluctantly stood up. My cock was so dark red it appeared almost purple. The precum had run down my shaft. The urge to impale her on my cock was overwhelming, but I refused to do it. What if she weren’t ready? I wanted her virginity, but not without approval. It would be stealing.
Her attention swung to me. “Keir, why’re you just standing there?”
“I’m admiring what’s mine and your radiance.”
“Is that all you want to do?” she asked hesitantly.
“Partially, but it’s my way of remaining in control of myself. Otherwise, I’d have my cock inside of you right now. No need to worry, though. I won’t do that. Just give me time to cool down,” I more or less demanded.
She sat up. “What if I want your cock inside of me? You pumping away until you have no choice but to fill me with your cum?”
I froze, afraid to move in case I was hallucinating.