Andrew
Never in my life have I purred.
The scent of Nyxeris’ arousal has my cock stiffening as well, my body reacting in ways I’d never dreamed.
Or, maybe thisisa dream.
Wouldn’t that be my luck?
I grip her knees with my hands, my purr so intense I can feel it run through my arms and into her thighs. As her perfume blooms around me, my mind begins to… fizzle.
When a growl begins to form behind my purr, I rise to my feet in a blink, take one step back. Through labored breaths, I speak. “I’m losing control, Nyxeris. You need to answer my questions clearly.”
She blinks up at me with those big, chocolate eyes and waits.
“Do you want me?”
“Yes.”
“Do you love me?”
She blinks again, a single tear rolls down her cheek. “So much.”
The growl that forces itself from my chest is elated as I scoop her into my arms and carry her body to the bed.My bed. My bed I’d spent countless sleepless nights in over the years, coming on my own stomach after fantasizing about what it would be like to be here with Nyxeris, just like this.
I won’t have to imagine it much longer.
I set her down on the edge where she sits, fall back to my knees to remove her trainers and socks, fighting to maintain my control.
Never have I experienced a rut, and I am almost certain one is bearing down on me now, wanting nothing more than to fuck Nyxeris senseless, come deep inside her womb and knot her.
But I have dreams. Fantasies of how I always wished this encounter would go. So, I must hold on to sanity as best I can. No matter how difficult it will be.
I rise to my feet, run my hand over her dark red hair, down to the side of her face then cup her chin, beckoning her to rise from the bed. Once she does, I slowly dip my head down, press my lips to hers once, peck again, flick my tongue across her lips to draw a groan from her chest.
With her open mouth waiting, I fuse my lips to hers, curl my tongue into her mouth, running it delicately across hers. Nyxeris wraps her arms around my neck, deepens our kiss, and my cock is so rigid I wouldn’t be surprised if my trousers rip.
Control…
I spin us so my legs are against the mattress, pull away with ragged breath. My arm is extended like a buffer between us,halting her from approaching as I sit now on the edge of the mattress.
“I want you to do something for me, Nyxeris.” My voice is stronger than I feel.
Her dark eyes widen a fraction as she stares at me.
“I want you to strip for me.”
She blinks once before this vixen bites her lower lip, chocolate eyes hooded. “What will you be doing?”
“Watching your every move.”
She lets out a small whine, her scent filling the air, drawing my growl, making it harder still to keep control. I grip the mattress tight as Nyxeris makes a show of slowly lifting her white shirt up over her head, revealing a solid white bra beneath. After undoing her fly, she bends at the waist to push her jeans down and step out of them, standing before me in her bra and a pair of black panties with white dots.
It isn’t until I gasp air into my starving lungs that I realize I’d been holding my breath, gazing at her smooth, pale skin, the locks of her blood red hair dancing across her shoulders, sweeping over the tops of her covered breasts.
I stand again, pull open my shirt, letting the buttons fly about, scatter across the floor, then unloop my belt and let my trousers fall along with my smalls, my cock freely standing at attention unconfined.
The little gasp Nyxeris emits thrills me, makes a long dormant beast inside my chest unfurl and lift its head.
