Chapter Ten #4
His claws dug in slightly, and she bucked forward, scooping his tongue into her hot center, squeezing him as his upper lip pressed into her clit and made her spasm. Gideon purred into her when she grabbed his ears, his mane, clutching him as he made her pussy clench and drip.
“My sweet Queen,” he purred. “Mine. Only mine?” He lifted his head long enough to look at her tossing head, her squirming body.
“Yes,” she agreed, “all yours. Only yours.”
His tail snaked up and swatted down across her breasts, and to his hedonistic delight, Sasha tugged the cups of her dress to the side, letting him tease and trace his feathery tip across her nipples, sometimes flicking down hard, sometimes barely brushing them.
“You’re way too good at this. And I... I need you. I need you more,” Sasha whimpered as he kept his head up to watch the show, sinking his digit deep into her quivering slit, rubbing hard and fast along the upper wall, just inside her entrance.
This spot was firmer, more responsive. It made Sasha smell sweeter than ever, and her nectar leaked out so that when he abandoned himself to his darkest desires and forgot about being slow and gentle, drips flew from her, dotting his fur as he shimmied her body back and forth.
“Come for me,” he urged. “Come, Sasha. Paint my hand the way I painted your belly last night. The way my cum covered your pussy.”
“Gideon!” she wailed, a high, fractured sound as she dug her hands into his wrist, holding him in place inside while she rode him just the way she wanted.
She held her arms up to him when she was done spasming on his hand, and only erratic, uneven trembling still reminded him of what he could do to her. “Come here, baby,” she panted. “Your turn.”
He didn’t want his turn. Not like she was offering, or like he was afraid she was offering. When she began to sit up, Gideon held up a paw. “Let me try something for us, my Sasha. Something safer. Something you’ll like.” I hope.
He had no idea if this would work, but the idea of being close to her core, her wetness coating his cock, was driving him mad. He wanted in.
Instead, he dragged her forward and stood.
He slid his trousers down and watched her tense, holding her breath.
Her legs parted around his hips, but he closed them—around his cock.
His tip and shaft skated up the slick, smooth mound, his sensitive nubs brushing against the part where he longed to enter.
“Honey, no. Not like that,” Sasha sounded genuinely confused, as if his ignorance extended to not knowing that he needed to aim the tip of himself into her entrance to join their bodies together and complete the act.
“I know what I’m doing. I’m pleasing us both without expecting you to take such a large, um, object so soon after last night.”
“But I want to try the large object,” Sasha smiled at him, eyes laughing.
“Well, if I may, my Queen, I want to try this.” Gideon see-sawed his length against her lips, through the cushion of her thighs, her belly, mound, and the soaking pink folds of his sleeve. He moved slowly at first, but when Sasha let out a soft, appreciative moan, he went harder. Faster.
He could look at this forever, feel her forever.
Her bare breasts bounced, and her long, dark hair pillowed around her flushed face.
Her hands came up to welcome the tip of his cock, adding another layer of sensation as he rutted against her, slippery with her juice and his pre-cum.
She pressed down, fingers weaving a tight sheath around him, rubbing him into her soft skin as if she could absorb him, bring him into herself.
“Do you know that I would do anything for you, my Queen?” Gideon heard himself asking.
Sasha blinked up at him, expression struggling to find coherent focus as his swelling nubs bumped her on every stroke. “I believe you.”
“You are my love walking. My love looking.” He leaned down to cup her face, bowing his body over hers.
His lips pressed hers, and he felt her slide forward, as if about to coax him into her body.
“Do you know there is not a thing you could ask for that I wouldn’t give you, my love?
My heart? Already yours. Body? Oh, it’s been yours since I saw a single glimpse. ”
“Then why don’t you take what’s yours?” Sasha invited, kissing him back. “Because I feel the same way. I just want to make you happy. I haven’t had someone to make happy in so long.”
“In so long,” he agreed breathlessly, stubbornly avoiding her heat, sliding up through her curls, pressing tightly to her torso as his eyes closed and his senses worked over time.
The smell of her hair. The perfume of her pussy and the taste of her pleasure on his tongue, the softness of her body and the way it seemed to curve and hug to his...
I don’t know how else love could feel. Intoxicating. Too short, and yet you feel like it’s been forever... “My Sasha. My Queen,” he rumbled against her skin, and his cock erupted.
“Gideon. My love. My Gideon,” Sasha sighed, nuzzling into his cheek.