“Mmm?” Those dark eyes of hers flicked up to me, those perfect, pretty lips of hers stretched around my cock, and I nearly busted right then and there. All that kept me from losing it was my determination to show Felicia a damn good time since she was sacrificing sleep for me.
“You feel incredible,” I rumbled before putting a little pressure on her head, just an experimental amount, and she sank farther down on my length like she was made for it.
I wasn’t going to last long.
I knew it, she knew it-even my wolf knew it. The air was thick with warmth and desire, making it difficult to think, difficult to breathe.
There was only Felicia’s mouth, and tongue, and those beautiful little sounds that escaped her as she worked me over.
I wanted it to go on forever, but there were some things that just weren’t possible, even with superhuman endurance. When
I felt that telltale tug of ecstasy in my gut, I desperately pulled Felicia off.
“Sorry, did I use too much teeth?” she asked, lips so spit-slick and swollen that I couldn’t resist kissing her again. One, because she was the most stunning, perfect creature I’d ever seen, and two, I needed a goddamn minute to collect myself.
“No,” I said when we parted. “I just didn’t want to end the festivities so soon, if you catch my drift.”
Her eyes went wide, and it might have been comical if I weren’t still grappling with the urge to ravish her until she couldn’t even stand long enough to roll out the dough she needed for the next day.
“Don’t you have a practically non-existent refractory period?”
“What? Where did you hear that?”
This time she looked more bashful than overcome with lust. “I, uh… read it. Online.”
“Ah.” I leaned down and kissed her again, simply because I had to. And also because I wanted to, of course. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you that you can’t believe everything you read online?”
“I might recall hearing that once or twice.” She pouted a little. “So, it’s not true at all?”
“It’s shorter than a human male’s, and mine is pretty short. But I wouldn’t say non
-existent.
It’s noticeable enough that there’d be some downtime.”
“Well, I can figure out some things we can do in that downtime.”
It was my turn to give her a particularly salacious grin. “Lucky for you, I already have some of my own.”
“Is that so?”
I let my voice drop into the lowest rumble I consciously could, which I’d noticed elevated Felicia’s heartrate. “That is so.”
I lay back on the bed, grabbing one of her pillows for extra neck support. Much to my delight, Felicia unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down those gorgeous, strong thighs of hers.
Fuck, she was utterly delicious.
“What are you doing?” she asked as she shucked them the rest of the way off.
“Preparing your seat.” I needed a breather, and in my opinion, I’d found the perfect way to get one.
“You’re kidding.”
Another rare benefit of being a shifter was that if my partner got a little too enthusiastic and damaged my nose, it would heal before they were any the wiser.
“Does this look like the face of a man who’s kidding?”
When she hesitated, I sat up, resting my hands on her bare waist. She was wearing a pair of plain, gray boyshorts, but it drove me crazy how they sat on those deliciously thick thighs of hers. No wonder she became a baker, with cake like that.
“You just made a cake pun in your head, didn’t you?”
“What? No!” I lied like a lying liar who lied. And I should have known better, because Felicia was insightful enough to level me with a stare.
“You’re looking at my thighs and smirking. You’re definitely thinking of cake puns.”
“Quick, a distraction!” I blurted before lying back and pulling her with me.
She let out a sharp bark of laughter and ended up half-straddling me. It took her a moment to fully settle, and there she was, a goddess with those devastating legs of hers on either side of me.
“You think you’re slick, don’t you?” I loved the levity in her tone. Although it felt like every cell in my body could possibly rip me apart just to get closer to her, I cherished the lightness of it all. Sex didn’t always have to be serious. It could be laughter and enjoying each other.
“I’m more interested in tasting how slick you are,” I countered with a line that would no doubt be “cringe” in any other situation, but it worked with the humor of the moment. Humor that had heat sizzling beneath it. “Your seat awaits you, my dear.”
“I…”
I fixed her with a more serious look. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but believe me when I tell you that I want nothing more than for you to sit on my face so we can see how many times I can get you to scream my name before we accidentally bleach my stubble.”
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