Chapter Four #3
With an ease that seemed rehearsed, I repositioned us on the bed, guiding her to straddle my lap while I leaned back against the headboard.
Her warm, luscious body settled on top of me.
I could feel how wet she still was. Her body was ready for me, and I was ready for her.
I interwove one hand in her curls and feathers growing from her scalp now, and the other one felt the delicate structure of her wings on her arms. Every caress of her feathers sent more tremors through her.
“Mhmm, you’re so beautiful.” I murmured into her jawline before kissing along it. “So very fucking beautiful.”
She tilted her head to give me better access to her neck and to lean into the touch. Kissing my way down, I bit gently at the junction of her neck and shoulder. Wrenley moaned. She rolled her hips forward, seeking more.
“Tilly,” she whimpered. She pressed herself against me harder, needier, and more pleadingly.
I moved up to kiss her again, needing to taste that mouth again.
I gripped her feathered ass in one hand.
Squeezing it, Wrenley rewarded me with the most incredibly moan that vibrated straight into my mouth.
As I continued groping her with one hand, I went to another set of perfect curves to knead.
I found one of her nipples and rolled it between my fingers until Wrenley was shaking even harder.
Unable to take it anymore, she shifted until she was propped over my thigh.
Then, she ground her clit into me with an urgency that stilled my breathing.
She was soaking through my jeans. Her body was begging for release.
Her little whimpers, gasps, groans, and pleas were all the hottest things I’d ever heard.
I was going to hear those sounds in my head for the rest of my life, and I was overjoyed.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck, I love watching you use me,” I encouraged, leaning back to watch her. “Take what you need.”
But I wanted to give her more. I wanted to take my time and do this right. I also wanted to give her the chance to take control of this. She deserved that indulgence and then some. But this moment had been a long time coming. I had spent so much time holding back. I refused to take it slow anymore.
As she rode my thigh, I kissed my way to her tits again.
I worshipped them with my long tongue. It was one of my favorite assets as a Minotaur-shifter, especially in moments like this when I could use it to both of our advantages.
I licked and sucked her nipples. I scraped my teeth across them before biting them gently in between.
Wrenley threw her head back in ecstasy. Her curls tumbled down her back, and her hands found the base of my horns.
She gripped them even harder than before.
I nearly came undone on the spot.
Groaning from the hold my girl had on me, I readjusted her in my lap.
She whimpered, but I didn’t leave her on edge for long.
I immediately snaked a thumb to her clit.
I circled it, applying the right amount of pressure that I knew would drive her wild.
As her body shook, I used my other hand to slip one thick hooved-hand inside her.
If I thought she was wet before, I was sorely mistaken.
Wrenley and I both cursed at the same time. Her pussy practically dripped her juices down my wrist. When I curled my finger inside her and found that spot, she gripped me so hard and screamed so beautifully that I was sure both of our visions went white in that moment.
But I was far from done.
I added another of my fingers, easing it in as slowly and gently as I could.
Wrenley tensed around the stretch of it.
Since I was still shifted, my hooved fingers were not only the size of four fingers, but they were huge, larger than most human male’s hands.
So, I knew I needed to prepare her for what I wanted to do next.
“Breathe through it, turtledove.” I swirled my tongue around her nipple, one-by-one, while increasing my attention on her clit. “You are taking me so well. I can’t wait for you to ride me.”
She quickly relaxed with my words and touches. After the initial shock of it, her pussy seemed to hunger for the addition with a vicious acceptance, too. I added more of my finger until it was only my thumb left.
Wrenley needed more though. She wanted all of it.
So, I eased my thumb inside of her.
She screamed.
It was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard in my life.
Her whole body went rigid. Her pussy clenched my hand so tightly and in rhythmic pulses that I rolled my eyes back in pure bliss, already close to my second orgasm of the night and I hadn’t even been touched.
But I didn’t dare move. I held my hand there, buried deep inside of her.
I gave her a moment to adjust to the fullness that was only a fraction of my dick, never pausing my relentless spoiling of her clit with my other thumb to ease her more into the moment.
I felt her hands shaking in their hold on my horns, but their grip was as tight as it ever was, as if they were the only things tethering her to this reality.
I was her anchor, and that made me feel needed in a way I had never quite experienced before.
"Holy fucking shit, Tilly!" she gasped loudly, her whole body shaking fiercely. "Gods above and below, you feel so damn good inside of me. Don't stop, cowgirl. Please!"
It was just like my dream. That made me lose it even more. I bit her nipple softly before I released it with a soft pop from my mouth. Unlike in my dream, I was actually able to speak beyond my thoughts.
“Never, sweetheart. I wouldn’t dream of it. Now, why don’t you ride me like the wind, birdseye?”
She chuckled breathlessly. Then, she pulled back just enough to look at me. Although her eyes were dark and glazed with pleasure, there was another challenge in her expression. “Only if you fuck me like you mean it, partner.”
“Now, that’s the last thing you need to worry that pretty little head about,” I said. Then, I slowly, deliberately, intentionally moved to pull my fist out of her. I watched her ripples cascade down her body in reaction to every inch of movement, listened to all of her gasping moans.
Just when I was about to slip out of her, I started to truly fuck her.
I thrust into her hard, fierce, and absolutely unrelenting. I drove into her with a rhythm that matched the pounding of my heartbeat in my ears. Her hips moved in the best counterpoint to my thrusts. Wrenley met me halfway, greedily demanding more.
“That’s it, shortcake,” I chanted against the freckles against her skin. “Come for me, love. Let me feel you come undone on my hand.”
As if she was waiting for my permission to go over the edge, she came hard.
Wrenley’s shaking reached a fever pitch before becoming erratic shivers.
Her pussy clamped down on my fist with a force that made me blackout and come, too.
She screamed my name so loud that I worried just how soundproof these rooms were.
I didn’t stop. I kept moving in and out of her through her orgasm, aftershocks, and even the next orgasm that she fell into.
“Fuck,” I gasped, carefully pulling my hand out of Wrenley with a wet sound that was almost as loud as her screams. A trail of her wetness was connected to my hand, and I cursed again. “You are so incredible, Wrenley. You are truly my dream woman.”
“Who said we were done?” Wrenley smiled widely, teasingly, and playfully. In one quick flurry of motion, she unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped them. My achingly hard, impressively sized dick sprung free, having been barely contained this whole time. “Your turn now, cowgirl.”
Okay, was I a fortune teller? I would ask to dream of lottery numbers with this much success, but honestly, I was lucky enough having this perfect creature.
“We don’t have to if —”
Whatever I was about to say became an indiscernible groan as Wrenley spit in her hand and gave me a singular long, methodical stroke. Her small hand could barely close around me, but the move was enough to make me feel like I was having an out-of-body experience.
“Where the fuck did you learn that, and how did you know what it would do to me?”
Wrenley raised an eyebrow. “You want to talk about my hours of research and dildos I bought in preparation for this, or do you want to be fucked?”
Just when I thought this woman had destroyed me, she finds another way to prove me wrong. All I could do was nod.