Paging Dr. Cupid #4
“Want your cum. Want your pups,” Skyla admitted in a ragged voice, her slick pink walls squeezing down like a warm, juicy vise around his thrusting cock and seeking fingers.
She wants my babies? Our family. I could have a real family—well, more real. Of my own. A mom and dad, babies I’d never leave, never decide to send away. “Sky?”
Her hips jammed back against him so hard that Dax feared he’d fall over.
“Mm, Dax. Darling Dax, delicious Dax, Do-It-Again Dax,” she laughed, a throaty sound that mesmerized him as her hips rolled, a circle of seduction that made his cock tighten and his eyes squeeze shut against the sight, desperate to hold on for one more moment.
His hand worked frantically inside of her now, heel down, dragging back and forth against the places that made her walls contract, his other hand squeezing between the fortress of their sweating legs to find her clit and tease it.
Low, rippling howls turned to a long, wheezing bay. With a spasm that he feared might tear his hand off, Skyla came around him, walls losing their ferocity on each subsequent squeeze, aftershocks and tremors instead of quakes.
“Mmmm. Oh, God.”
“So warm and wet for me, pretty girl,” he praised. “My Sky. My Queen. Do Canids have Queens?”
“Sometimes we’re called that.”
“Then I want you to be mine.” Dax stopped speaking, hand moving back to grip his own cock, marveling how he could jerk himself to completion inside of her, although the space was narrowing now. And it felt amazing. A tight tunnel of silky flesh, squeezing him, urging him to fill her...
“Please, baby?”
That commanding woman, pleading for his cum undid him. How could anyone resist that?
Skyla gasped when he let loose, slick hand slipping from her to grip her hips and keep her against him, letting himself flood her.
Dax buried his face against her shoulder and finished his release with a long groan of relief, just as Skyla’s legs gave out and they collapsed on the bed.
“YOU’RE VERY COMFY. I could sleep like this,” Dax teased, snuggling his naked body against her back as she sprawled on the bed, limbs shaking.
“Not here, you couldn’t. Can you imagine if Marcus saw this in the morning?”
Dax kissed his way across her back, leaving little presses of his lips as his cock softened and left her. His hand, soaked and slippery, covered in their mingled essences, stroked down her puffy entrance.
“We’re a mess. You must be such a mess.” A note of embarrassment and panic crept into Skyla’s voice.
“Hey. We’re medical professionals. I think we can handle messes. Unless...”
Sklya waited, the panic in her gut building. The momentary note of embarrassment was turning into a symphony. What if this was too different from Dax’s previous sexual experiences? What if he loved her—but not making love with her? “I’m sorry it was—”
“You probably didn’t—”
“What?”
“No, you go first,” Skyla urged, craning her neck to meet his usually smiling blue eyes and finding them serious.
“I know that can’t have been good for you—not like, really good, not like normal. I don’t have all the right equipment, and I’m not the right size. But... I love you. And I’ll keep working on it. I’ll learn how to make it better if you still,” he swallowed hard, “if you still want me.”
With a bark of laughter and relief, Skyla spun, tearing the already scratched sheets off the corners of the mattress.
She wrapped a startled Dax to her chest, not caring that his soaking hand was now resting on her shoulder as he peered down on her in surprise.
She beamed up at him. “That was the best I’ve ever had.
So full inside, deep inside, and you were hitting all the spots I like, plus, when your cock was —when you were thrusting right at the entrance,” she let her gaze slip away, amazed that she was so comfortable, and yet still having unpredictable bursts of shyness, “it was so good, way better than I’ve ever had.
B-but I know that was probably not what you’re used to.
And your hand—” she trailed off. Your hand was so deep inside of me, and it felt so good.
I want to do it again, this time while you’re kneeling between my legs while I’m on my back, so I can watch your face, so I can watch you come. So I can watch you pleasuring me.
“Oh, my hand?” Dax took up her train of thought as her hips gave an involuntary, hungry squeeze.
“My hand has never had such a good time. I... I don’t know if this is the right thing to say or not, but being inside of you like that was an incredible turn on.
Watching you spread around me. Feeling you get tighter on me and squeeze me like that—oh, fuck, Sky, it was so hot.
I want to do it again. I want to do it every night for the rest of my life, but I thought maybe you didn’t like it.
Like, it was a good substitute in an emergency, but you wouldn’t want that all the time.
Not that it has to be all the time!” Dax’s voice went high in tense reassurance.
“No, no. I’m not trying to be greedy. Or tell you that I’d only learn one way to please you.
If you were my Queen, I’d please you forever, in a thousand different ways. ”
Skyla’s heart felt like it was melting, in the best possible way.
“You are the perfect man for me. In any race or kind, in any world or galaxy. If we had to be celibate because our bodies were incompatible, I would still choose you, Dax. You for you. But the sex is an incredible bonus. And I want to do it again.”
Dax’s grin rivaled the overhead lights, bold and bright. “Give me a minute to clean up?”
“No—we can’t! We can’t do it again here.”
His hips rocked against hers, his knee wriggling between her legs to press to her soaking split, leaning into her clit. “Are you sure? What if it was quick?”
“You’re normally such a good influence,” she moaned, eyes fluttering shut as spikes of pleasure reminded her that heats last weeks, not hours, and that one good fuck was like one good piece of confection. One taste left you wishing for more.
“Loving you is very good. Plus, aren’t you still in heat? I didn’t magically cure you, did I?”
“I’ll be like this for a couple of weeks.”
“Oh, see? You need me. I’m your medicine.” Dax peered into her eyes, angling himself up so he could press a soft kiss to her cheek. “Dr. Cupid’s orders.”
She kissed him back, holding him closer, letting her longer legs wrap around his shorter ones, and not caring for their differences. No, she did care. She loved them. Loved him. “I love you.”
“I love you.”
“I suppose one more round won’t hurt—for tonight.”
“Mmhmm. And then pretty much every night for the rest of our lives? Does that sound good?” Dax stroked her hair.
“A daily dose of Dax? Yes, please.”