“Oh, right… I did didn’t I?” There’s a smile in her voice as she suppresses a laugh. The beautiful sound twists in my chest every time. I would give anything to hear her laugh every day.
I glance over my shoulder and freeze at the sight of her. She’s shirtless. Her breasts are on display. The soft ambiance in my home highlights every beautiful curve of her body.
“I thought you might want to continue our conversation from the movie theater?”
“Our conversation?” I ask. There’s nothing in my brain except the slope of her breasts and the naked skin between her bra and her skirt. My cock strains at my seam, making its desire to emerge known. How could anyone have a single thought with this perfection in front of them? I've wanted her for so many weeks, and longed for a mate much longer than that.
“You know,” she laughs nervously and takes a step toward where I am kneeling on the floor of my living room, "our conversation in the alley. Against the wall."
“Right…that conversation.” I finally breathe out as she reaches me, still barely comprehending her words. Her breasts at my eye level. My hand goes to her waist instinctively, drawn like a moth to her gorgeous flame. Her skin, I am finally touching her naked skin. She's smooth and soft beneath my fingers.
“Or you know. We can playDuck Hunt, whatever you want to do.” She laughs and dips down to press a kiss to my forehead. So sweet.
“I know exactly what I want,” I say. Her, in my arms, in my nest, forever.
She reaches for me, her hands shaking slightly. I catch her fingers in my hand.
"Are you alright?" I ask her again.
"I'm fine!" Her voice jumps up an octave.
“Are you scared of me?” My voice is quieter this time, and I selfishly do not remove my hands from her person.
“No. No!” she insists. “I’m not scared! Just nervous. Excited. Jittery? Ugh. I feel like I just had three shots of espresso.” She laughs loudly, then closes her mouth with a wince. “Sorry. Nervous habit, the laughing.”
“Don’t apologize.” I tug her closer, letting myself put both hands on her waist. A purr rumbles through my chest and she leans toward me.
“I've never been with a Mothman.” She adjusts her glasses.
“Few people have. We aren’t common.”
“Is there anything…off limits?” She rests a tentative hand on my cheek, and I can’t help leaning into her touch, a mandible stroking along her palm. I’ve never felt so…wanted before.
“The antennae,” I say, quietly.
“Don’t touch the antennae,” she agrees.
“Just be gentle, please.” The idea of her not touching any part of me is anathema.
Her hand moves toward the top of my head, she pauses a few inches away. I dip my head slightly to give her better access. Her fingers are gentle as they briefly run across the feathers. The sensation sends a shiver up my spine, pleasant and ticklish. I can’t wait for her to touch other parts of me.
“Okay?” she asks.
I purr in response. She grins.
“And this?” Her hand moves to cup my mandible.
I purr again.
“And here?” Her hands wander to the thick collar encircling my neck.
“Piper, you can touch me anywhere. Touch me everywhere. Please.” I murmur. Her fingers dig deep in, letting the fur settle between her digits. Her touch pulls a deeper purr from my chest. Having her here, in my home, I couldn’t be happier.
“Are you going to return the favor?” She laughs quietly.
“You want me to touch you?” It’s a simple request, and still, my heart flutters.
“It’s why I’m here.” She giggles.
