Chapter Four #2
The kiss was like a strawberry pie fresh from the oven.
It was unmistakably her, but it was so much more than that.
It was so fucking hot. There was just the right amount of sugar with her slow, soft lips, but then there was a nice amount of salt in her teasing teeth nipping at my lips.
It was the best flavor I’d ever experienced, better than anything I could have imagined in my most fevered dreams. I melted into her lips, unsure where I ended, and she began.
Both of us poured our months — no, years — of wanting into it.
It was every moment we held back, and every stolen glance or accidental touch.
All those nights I’d gone to bed aching with a need, frustration, and love I couldn’t express yet, and I could tell she had done the same.
The kiss was like a lit fuse meeting a stockpile of dynamite.
Wrenley’s hands found their way into my hair, her fingers threading through the curls at the nape of my neck and gripping them tightly to pull me closer into her.
My moan became more of a growl from the roughness.
Her hands went to the bottom of my hoodie to lift it off me, but I knew with my added muscles, long afro, ears, and tall horns that it was going to be impossible for her to take it off .
So, I easily ripped it off of me like it was paper.
“Have I told you how hot it is that you are so strong?” She breathed heavily against my mouth. “I do hope you plan to use that strength to take me for a ride, cowgirl.”
“Oh, you have no idea, birdseye.” I kissed her again, savoring her. “Fuck, you taste so good.”
She laughed, a bright, surprised sound that made my heart fucking sing. Then, she challenged. “Show me. Show me how you just can’t get enough of me.”
Happily, ma’am.
I went back to kissing her while lifting both of us off the floor.
Then, I sat her on the bed and pressed her back into it.
I only broke the kiss to pull back and look at her.
Wrenley was spread out on the luxurious bed just like a fallen angel.
The dark emerald comforter made her golden skin gleam.
Her ginger curls spilled out around her head and shoulders in a gorgeous mane.
Want darkened her cognac brown eyes. The bedazzled bra and thong threw tiny sparkles across her skin alongside her freckles.
She squirmed before me, rubbing her thighs together for any sort of friction.
Fuck, she was glorious. I couldn’t believe this was real and my life.
I bent down and kissed her again, deeper this time than before.
My tongue explored her mouth. I tasted every corner of her.
I was an addict unable to get my fill of her no matter how much I drank in.
Wrenley responded eagerly, meeting my intensity with her own tongue.
One of her hands found my curls again to pull me in more, while the other hand clawed at my back, burning her brand into my skin.
I was hers, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
I worked at the clasp of her bra. It was a fiddly little thing that took me an embarrassing amount of time to undo.
She laughed between kisses at my fumbling, but it was pure affection.
Once I finally undid it, I snatched her bra off and tossed it across the room.
I broke our kiss long enough to look at her again.
I had seen her tits multiple times as she got dressed before a set, but there was something new about them now.
They were more magnificent than before. They were still large, full, and absolutely perfect.
Under my gaze, her dark nipples peaked and hardened.
“So beautiful,” I murmured. Then, I leaned down to take one into my mouth.
Wrenley gasped. Her back arched off the bed, and her nails dug into my shoulders.
I sucked gently before I ran my tongue over the sensitive peak.
She shuddered beneath me. I gave equal attention to the other nipple.
My hand lifted to squeeze her breast and teased her nipple between my fingers.
I wanted her to know that every part of her was treasured.
“Ohmigods, Tilly,” she breathed. Her hips lifted from the bed. I smiled at her hunger.
Continuing to tease her nipples, I worked my way down her body, trailing kisses along the soft skin of her belly.
I paused every now and again to appreciate the way her body shivered under my touch.
Her thong snapped away easily with a gentle tug.
As I pulled it off her, I noted how soaked it was, and I hummed with satisfaction.
“All of this for me, shortcake?”
“It’s all for you. It always has been,” she purred as she was bare before me, completely exposed, vulnerable, and mine. I pulled my afro back into a ponytail and used her thong as a hair tie for it.
She whimpered. “Why was that so hot?”
“Because you and I both know I will never get the scent of you out of my hair now, and I couldn’t imagine a better problem to have.” I winked.
I wanted to commit every detail I could to memory.
Wrenley spread out before me, writhing with desire.
The curves of her hips and waist. Her thighs on either side of my head.
Her wetness overflowing from her pussy and dripping down onto the sheets.
Her breath coming in anticipatory gasps.
This close to her, the scent of her arousal was overwhelming.
Nothing would ever compare after this. I hadn’t even tasted her, and I was already ruined.
My dick was so hard that I worried it would burst through my jeans.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I said softly before I kissed her mound. “Every single part of you.”
“Tilly, please,” she begged like a prayer, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I would make it after hearing it. “I’ve waited long enough. I can’t take much more.”
Yes, ma’am! I grinned and lowered myself between her thighs.
Fuck me, her taste… Just when I thought her kisses were life changing.
This was nirvana. I’d thought about this a thousand times, but nothing could have prepared me for the real thing.
The moment my tongue found her clit, Wrenley let loose a sound that was somewhere between a gasp and a moan, but I felt it vibrate through me like a tuning fork struck at the right frequency.
I lavished her clit with love before I replaced my tongue with my thumb so I could worship the rest of her with my tongue.
I teased her entrance before using my long Minotaur tongue to fill her completely and explore the deepest parts of her. She was so fucking tight. The further I went in, the more she squirmed and cried out. I could tell that no one else had ever gone that deep, and my chest swelled with pride.
“Oh, fuck, yes, cowgirl! Just like that!” She screamed. It was the same words she had said in my dream, but this was so much better than anything I could have imagined.
Wrenley picked up the pace, grinding herself against my mouth with pressing urgency.
As she did, downy feathers formed on her thighs and began to tickle my face.
I gripped as much of her large now-feathered ass as I could in one hand.
She cried out, the incredible sound made me ache even more.
I could hear the comforter and sheets ripping, likely from her talons.
The feathers on her wings tangled with my curls.
The closer she got to the edge, the more her true form appeared.
I wasn’t holding up any better. Every squeeze of her walls on my tongue felt like a hand around my dick.
My long-as-fuck tail flirted with her asshole, drawing another delicious sound from those full lips of hers.
Her body answered every question mine asked in frantic little tells.
The way her body twisted, how she chased every feeling, and the sounds that fell from her mouth already had me close to the edge.
Then, her hands went to my horns. She gripped them like handlebars as I devoured her.
Most folks didn’t know how sensitive they were.
Touching even one of them felt like teasing my nipples and clit all at once.
It sent a bolt of hot, electric arousal straight to my core.
Sharp. Deep. Dizzying. Holding onto both while I had my tongue buried within her?
The sensations were overstimulating. The taste of her on my tongue.
The feeling of her underneath me, starving for release.
The scent of her. The knowledge that she was mine, had always been mine, that I was hers, and we were no longer pretending otherwise.
Wrenley came right on my tongue. She screamed my name like I was a goddess and she was begging for mercy.
I followed behind her. I ground my hips into my jeans and the comforter under me.
When I pulled back, I was breathless. My chin glistened with her arousal, and I lapped as much of it up with my long bovine tongue as I could.
Her scent was strong on my nose. I was sure it had rewired my entire brain chemistry.
Looking down at her, I saw that the feeling was mutual.
I had reduced my girl to a whimpering mess.
Her chest was heaving. Her whole body was shivering like she was cold, but her body was hotter than a stovetop.
Wrenley watched me with eyes darker than midnight.
They were half-lidded, but she wasn’t tired. No, she was still hungry and needy.
“I want to be inside you. Is that okay?” I said, my voice raw and barely recognizable.
“Fuck yes, are you kidding?” She gasped, nodding her head immediately.