Just relax and enjoy it.
I let thoughts leave my brain. Thoughts about how I need to hurry up and come so he doesn’t stop or complain. Nigel wouldn’t do either of those things.
Don’t worry that he doesn’t want to.I can hear the rumbling, contented noise in his chest, can feel his hooves shifting.
I can picture his cock growing for me. Hanging down. Waiting for me.
“Can I suck your cock?” I ask as the thought pops into my head.
“Later. You first.”
He puts me first.
I come in just a few more minutes, hard and messy, panting out his name as he smirks up at me, licking his lips.
When I can breathe again, Nigel picks me up and tosses me (gently) over his shoulder. “Bedroom.”
THE BEDROOM IS BEAUTIFULand rustic, and has all the luxuries a honeymooning couple or newly engaged couple could want. Fireplace. Hot tub. Big window with a padded window seat so lovestruck couples can gaze out on their rose-tinted world.
Nigel puts me on the bed and stands near me, face tight. “You don’t have to. It’s not something you’re used to.”
“I know. But I wasn’t used to you, either. Now, I want to get used to you. As in, I want to see you. A lot. All the time.”
“I know you don’t live around here.”
Not at the moment, I think, but aloud I say, “But I’m here now.”
“I don’t expect you to do this because of what I did.”
“Nigel,” I look up at him, and slowly run my hands down his chest before rocking to my side and lying on it. His long cock is stiff and protruding. Waiting for my touch. “I want this. I want you. I don’t care that you look different. Do you care that I have two legs, not four?”
“No.”
“I’m missing a tail and hooves, too,” I tease, lightly running my fingers across his shaft, listening to his breathing change. Speed up.
“I don’t mind,” he says, voice thicker and deeper as his breathing goes shallow.
“Step a little closer,” I whisper, and let his length meet my cheek as I prop myself up on one elbow. I nuzzle him, marveling at how smooth he is. I leave little kisses where I can reach, cautious at first, then more ambitious as I become infatuated with my new toy.
Long and thick. So smooth. So hard. Slightly different in shape, and taste—the taste is like the rest of Nigel’s skin, but slipperier. My tongue darts around the crown, and Nigel gasps. I grip harder and stroke him as if I’m milking the come from him, pulling down in long, slow glides.
“Briana...”
“Good?”
“Incredible.”
I lick the tip with the flat of my tongue, and Nigel groans. I move my wrist up and down, open mouth sliding over the side, scraping softly with my teeth.
My big, sturdy centaur. I’m turning him to jelly, I can tell by the way his legs twitch, by the way his fists are curling and clenching. I can stretch my mouth around him—barely, and I do, sucking on just his crown.
I close my eyes and lean into the feelings and sounds. The way he breathes harder and whispers my name, his hand reaching back for mine. My hands are busy. Pumping. Sliding. My mouth is busy, sucking and exploring.
“Do you know how good you make me feel?” I ask suddenly, mouth freed from his tip with a wet “pop” of broken suction.
“You?” Nigel sounds stunned.
“You. You make me feel safe and happy in ways I never experienced with Josh. It’s weird that it’s so fast but fits just right. Not your cock. That barely fits, but... We have time. If you want time.”
