Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 106646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
"Are…you going…to come…for me?" I ask her between frantic thrusts.
She only whimpers, squeezing the furs tight.
I need her release as desperately as I need my own, maybe even more. As I thrust into her, I lean forward, burying my cock deeper and deeper into my mate's body. As I do, I reach around to her front, between her thighs, and seek out her clit. The moment I rub against it, she groans, and her cunt clenches tight around my cock. "Like that?" I murmur. "Like that, my pretty mate?"
"A'taaaaam!" she cries out, the sound wild and desperate.
I drive deep again, rubbing her clit, and when I do it the third time, I feel her body contract under mine. She ripples around me even as she makes a choked sound, and then Br'chit is coming again, gasping out my name. The sensation of her cunt tightening as she climaxes is enough to send me over, and with a growl, I drive into her again, spilling the seed I have desperately been holding back.
Stars dance behind my eyes as I pulse into her body, filling her with my release. Nothing has ever felt so good. Nothing ever. I hold her hips to mine, rocking into her ever-so-slightly as I climax, as if I can make this last forever. When the hot, consuming pleasure ebbs and I am completely wrung out, I slide out of her body and collapse onto the furs on my back at her side.
Br'chit moves over a step, flinging her arm over my chest, and she cuddles up against my side, twining her legs with mine.
We lay there, sweaty and breathless and unable to move.
This…is the best. I cannot stop the smile that curves my mouth. Maybe my cock is large, but it is not so large that I cannot give my perfect mate pleasure. It just requires a bit more work…and it is work I am happy to do.
I feel as if I have figured out the answer to a most tricky question, and I hold her against me, pressing a kiss to her mane. "My cock is not too big after all, is it?"
She swats at my chest. "Jesus. Are you going to keep asking me that?"
I grin. "Yes."
I love the tired little laugh she gives. I am such a fool. To think I have missed all her cues all this time, when I could have had this with her. All because I did not pay better attention and because I did not listen.
I am listening from now on.
43
BRIDGET
I'm exhausted. Mentally and physically, I am utterly wiped…but in the best sort of way.
That was…pleasant. Actually, that was amazing. I'm a little in awe that it didn't hurt. My butthole feels a wee bit violated in a naughty kind of way, but I didn't mind it. It was just new to me. But the rest of it? Toe-curling good, and all because A'tam lavished attention on me at every point and made sure I was enjoying myself. The difference between the first time I was with him and this time is like night and day.
The first time we had sex, I just wanted to run away afterward. I hoped I'd never see him again, much less have sex with him a second time. Now, as I press my cheek to his warm, velvety chest and breathe in his scent, I'm already wondering when we can do that again. I need a few minutes to catch my breath, of course, but…yeah. I could go for another round of that sheer intensity.
I press my lips to his chest, feeling warm and soft and tired, but most of all, feeling loved. He was so, so careful with me and he never made me feel stupid or foolish if I got nervous. Some of the things we said in the heat of the moment were probably ridiculous, but he never made me feel silly in the slightest. He just made me feel sexy and pretty and amazing and I've never been more in love. "Not to inflate your ego, but you really are the best."
He rubs my shoulder absently. "I know."
I can't even laugh at that. I'm not sure I have the energy, and it's not a surprising answer, given that it's A'tam. He's never exactly suffered from a lack of self-esteem. "It…it was okay for you, too? You enjoyed it?" When he looks at me like I'm crazy, I realize I'm probably asking the obvious. I duck my head against his chest. "Stupid question?"
"You cannot tell if I enjoyed myself or not?" His hand slides between us, to my pussy, and he cups it despite the fact that I'm messy with both of our releases. "Do I need to explain what this is?"
I push his hand away, because now he's making me blush. "I know how babies are made, thank you very much." I look up at him. "I just…want you to know I appreciate you taking your time. I guess I was worried over nothing."