Chapter 12
Fatima
Usually the smell of so much food would send me running out the door, but Zander had been truly thoughtful in his choice of cuisines. Everything was a mix of sweet and savory, which I very much preferred.
My stomach growled as I took in the sight of sausage covered in nectar, the flat bread version of french toast, steak and eggs covered in more sweet nectar and fruit, and the list goes on.
“Did you invent most of these dishes?” I’d never seen Orsu or Julie serve any of these before.
Zander shyly ran a hand through his long brown hair and nodded. “I figured you would best tolerate things that were both sweet and savory. My goal is to get more protein in your diet. You’ve lost some weight, which isn’t what you’re supposed to do when you’re pregnant.”
I let out a laugh. He was right, I had lost some weight since my morning sickness started.
“Do you not prefer my slimmer figure?” I teased.
“No,” he grunted. The word was firm and resolute and made my cheeks heat. I figured as much, but I wanted to hear him say it.
“Which dish will you choose first?” He asked, his tail lashing behind him impatiently. He’d worked very hard on this dinner and it was clear he wanted to see if I approved.
“I think I’ll choose this one.” It was a crispy pastry that Zander must have fried in the bacon grease he had boiling in a pot by the fire.
I delicately picked up a triangular shaped pastry and nearly cried when the flavors burst on my tongue.
A nutty paste mixed with honey filled my mouth and reminded me of the Almond Briouats my mother would make for me and my siblings.
I had taken on a lot of responsibilities at home, but my mother always cooked, and her Almond Briouats were my favorite dessert.
An errant tear streamed down my face as I chewed the delectable treat. I felt Zander move beside me, and the pad of his finger brush my tear away.
“I’m so sorry, Fatima. If you don’t like the food you don’t have to eat it. I can get rid of it all.”
He started to pick up the clay bowl of Almond Briouats. “No!” I grabbed his wrist to stop him.
“Please, my mother used to make a dessert just like this. These have brought me more joy than you could ever realize.”
His shoulders relaxed at my confession and he set the bowl back down.
“So you like it?” he asked in a hesitant tone.
“Yes, very much,” I smiled up at him. “I’m crying because I’m happy.”
“I am glad to see your happy tears then,” he returned my smile with one of his own.
I happily tried every dish laid before me and was pleasantly surprised that only a few made me feel queasy.
“I like these three the best,” I commented as I moved three dishes to the center of the table.
Zander eyed the dishes I’d chosen and gave me a bright smile. “Then you will have this for breakfast lunch and dinner everyday.”
“You don’t have-” I began but Zander put a finger to my mouth.
“I want to,” he assured me and I didn’t protest any more.
“Do you have any more of those pastries?” I asked. The bowl of Briouats was sadly empty now that I’d eaten them all. This was the most full I’d felt in two weeks, and I was overjoyed to finally have food that didn’t make me feel sick.
“No, but perhaps we can make some more together,” Zander suggested.
“I’d like that,” I replied as I moved closer to the fire shifter that smelled like sandalwood.
Together we mixed together the pastry dough and almond paste. The nuts weren’t almonds, of course, but they were close enough.
My arm brushed Zanders as we worked side by side. I could feel the heat between us as if it were a tangible thing. It felt as if electricity had filled the air and I was just waiting for lightning to strike. He’d kissed me before, would he do it again?
“You have some flour on your cheek,” Zander whispered in a soft tone. Then he brushed the pad of his thumb across my skin.
My breath hitched and I longed for more. I don’t know how it happened or who moved first, but I suddenly found my face an inch away from Zander’s. His eyes searched mine to see if his longing matched my own.
“I wish to kiss you again,” he breathed. “I yearn for you in ways I have yearned for no other.”
“You can kiss me,” I whispered in return.
Zander closed the space between us as he pressed his lips to mine. This time felt just as good as the first. I felt like I was floating. Nothing existed outside of Zander and this kiss.
This time he teased the seam of my lips and I moaned when he slipped his tongue inside. I wanted more. This broad-shouldered sirret fire shifter was the sexiest man I’d ever laid eyes on, and I wanted all of him.
I slid my hands under his shirt and let one roam up his hard chest and the other drift up and down his back.
Zander took the same liberties as I had and untied the laces holding my top closed. The fabric fell away and he growled his approval.
I let my right hand drift down to the base of his tail where I toyed with the sensitive skin there. A low groan rumbled through Zander’s chest.
He lifted his hands up my body until his thumb grazed the bottom of my breast.
“May I touch you here?” He asked in a reverent tone filled with desire.
“Yes,” I emphasized my answer by lightly gripping the base of his tail and giving it a tight squeeze.
His free hand flew out in front of him to grip the wall.
“Again,” he begged as he pressed his hips against mine letting me feel how rock hard he had become.
I stroked his tail like I would his cock and his fingers finally found my breasts as he massaged them in his big hand and squeezed my nipples. A high-pitched gasp escaped me as he expertly worked my body as if he magically knew exactly what to do.
He didn’t need any instructions. He wanted to touch me, and I was rewarded by his curiosity and desire.
I stroked his tail again and his hips jerked.
“Can you come like this?” I asked, curious if it was possible.
“No,” he shook his head. “But it feels good. No one’s touched me like this before.”
I was the first to touch him. The thought made me giddy.
Zander’s hand moved down my abdomen to the patch of hair between my legs, where he waited for my permission once again.
“Touch me,” I commanded him this time, and he growled his approval.
His fingers sank even lower until he found the apex of my slit, and I let out a desperate moan of pleasure the moment he made contact with my clit.
I gripped the base of his tail for support and he let out a moan that matched my own.
He tried a variety of touches upon my sensitive skin, paying close attention to my reactions.
Moving his fingers side to and and back and forth along my slit.
It all felt good, but nothing came close to the firm circular motions he made with two of his fingers pressed together at the apex of my sex.
“Yes,” I breathed and my legs trembled.
He kept his slow pace of circular motions around my clit over and over again as I held onto his shoulders for support.
Zander’s hips would jerk forward every time I rubbed the base of his tail.
After a while, he rested his forehead against the wall letting his hair to fall forward over his shoulder and brush my cheek.
I moved my hand from his tail to his front, down his pants, and gripped the base of his cock like I had gripped his tail.
“Gah!” His knees went weak and we both fell to the floor.
“Did I hurt you?” He asked with wide eyes filled with terror over the idea he may have hurt me some how.
“No, I laughed.”
Zander gave me a wry smile. “Good.”
He got to his feet then carried me to his bed of furs where he slipped his hand beneath my clothes once again.
It didn’t take long for me to begin moaning again as he started up his steady rhythm of circles around my clit. I gripped the blankets with one hand and used the other to stroke his cock.
His hips thrust forward and he buried his face in the crook of my neck and made me shiver as his low moans resonated all the way down to my core. I loved it. I loved hearing his pleasure rumble through him as I worked his cock in a way no one else ever had.
All thoughts left me, however, when Zander dipped a single finger into my core and used the palm of his hand to stimulate my clit. His finger thrust and dance along the inside of my core until he found my g-spot. My hips lifted off the bed and I let out a shocked gasp.
Drelic in our entire night of love making hadn’t brought me as much pleasure as this, and Zander was only getting started.
It was amazing the difference a little initiative and eagerness made.
Drelic had been a dog needing to be trained, Zander was a male who knew what he wanted.
Despite his inexperience, Zander had the desire to learn and the curiosity to explore my body without much direction from me.
I flew higher and higher, my back bowing with pleasure as Zander worked my core in ways I didn’t even know were possible. My hand had shifted from his cock to his hip. It was all I could do to brace myself for the orgasm that was sure to come.
His groans of pleasure met my own as he ground his cock against my thigh. I was happy he was finding his own pleasure. I was too lost to the moment to even form thoughts. All I knew was Zander’s hand on my cunt and his face pressed against my neck.
His presence was warm and all encompassing. Usually I’d feel trapped like this, but with Zander I just felt taken care of.
He worked his finger and his palm on my sensitive flesh until I let out a choked cry and my body shook with my release.
Zander’s hips moved even faster against my leg until he let out a roar of his own.
After I came down from the high of my orgasm, I laid next to the big sirret shifter feeling boneless and satisfied.
I turned toward Zander to cuddle into his warmth when I felt a wet spot on the front of his pants.
He tried to pull away, but I didn’t let him get far. When I glanced up, I found him wearing a bashful expression on his face and his ears had turned a dark blue.
“You were just so beautiful,” he explained. “I couldn’t help myself. When you came my body wanted to come with you.”
“I don’t mind,” I assured him. “I’m glad we came together. You’re very good at that for not having touched a woman before.”
His bashful expression melted into a smug smile. “I’m a fast learner.”
A hearty laugh burst through me. “Yes you are,” I agreed.