Chapter 8
Ophelia
Straton returns from the lobby with an armful of blankets and candles.
“The guy said he has no idea when the power will turn back on. I guess this isn’t unusual during these ice storms. But I got us more blankets.”
“It's already gotten crazy cold in here,” I say through chattering teeth.
“Okay, get under the covers.”
“You too, Straton. You need to be warm, too. Plus, our combined body heat will make the bed that much warmer.”
My pussy hums watching the gorgeous minotaur look uncomfortable and shy, but with a desire obvious behind his eggplant-colored eyes.
We each wash up in the cold, dark bathroom, then climb under the covers.
I scooch up against him and immediately can tell his sweats are tightening around his hips.
Looking up at the bullman, I see him slowly breathing out, as if he’s trying to calm his body down.
Instinct takes over and I slide my hand along his gray sweats, feeling his arousal bulging against my palm.
Straton takes a surprised intake of breath, but when I slip my hand down his pants, it turns into a horny moan.
Pulling his thick cock out, I slowly stroke its massive girth while I look up at him, my chin on his chest.
“Does that feel good?” I breathe.
“Y-y-yes,” he stammers.
“Good,” I say, diving under the blankets and taking his cock into my hungry mouth.
Straton tears the covers off of me and, in the candlelight, watches as I go down on him, while gripping my hair tightly at my skull.
His moaning sends my pussy into a quivering, wet mess.
The bullman reaches over, sliding his hand down my leggings and slips a couple of fingers past my swollen lips.
After several finger pumps, I can’t wait any longer.
I hop up and wiggle out of my yoga pants while he throws off his shirt.
Straddling his length, I tear off my loose top, revealing my naked tits underneath.
Straton bellows out with pleasure, lunging for my nipples with his hungry tongue.
As he licks my breasts, I grab his thickness and slide it into my pussy, stretching myself in ways I have never felt before.
The minotaur roughly grabs my hips, bouncing me on his massive cock, while hungrily watching my tits jiggle in his face.
I have never felt this incredible before and within minutes I am coming on his thick length.
Straton bellows out with approval, throwing his horns back and climaxing loudly.
Breathless, he buries his face into my sweaty tits, hugging me closely. I collapse next to him and he tucks me up against his side, resting my head on his chest. Once again, we fall asleep like we did the night before, except this time under several blankets and with way less clothing.
The next morning, with the power still out, we look into our options for returning to Sea Glass. A northern route we work out isn’t affected by the storm, so we pack up and climb into his car with the heat blaring full blast.
Given Straton’s disappointment with missing his cousin’s wedding, I suggest we find a fun spot to visit on the way home.
We end up in New York City the night before we are back to the Cape.
It’s rainy, but still beautiful, so we walk around Central Park.
When we reach the Imagine mosaic, my handsome minotaur pulls me up against him, kissing my cold nose.
“I hope this isn't too soon to say, but I am falling madly in love with you, Ophelia Marwood.”
Going up on my tip-toes, I wrap my arms around his mighty neck and Straton lifts me so that our eyes are level.
“I am falling hard for you too, Straton Del Toro.”