“Holy shit,” she whispers. “How can you make me feel like this when you’re barely touching me? Usually I don’t let anyone see me without the lights off, but you make me feel...”
She’s trembling and radiating heat. Her arms twist behind her back, and suddenly the fabric constraining her breasts loosens and falls away.
I pull back in amazement as she slides the straps down her arms.
I’m completely transfixed as the cups drop away from her ample chest, and all the air evacuates my lungs when her gorgeous, heavy breasts are revealed in their full glory.
Immediately, my hands rise to replace the discarded fabric. She’s so deliciously full and soft in my palms, perfectly round and heavy and warm.
“I know they’re not the perkiest,” she says self-consciously, eyes downcast.
“They’re absolutely perfect,” I breathe, my voice husky with reverence. “I cannot imagine anything more beautiful or perfect than you.”
I move behind her so I can cup her fully, my thumbs and fingertips teasing the peaked nipples that crown her magnificent breasts as I embrace her from behind. I’ve never touched anything more gloriously feminine, and I’ve never felt more powerfully male than I do in this moment.
My cock is fully erect in my pants, and she can’t help but feel it pressing against her equally gorgeous ass as I nestle my lips against the sensitive nape of her neck and begin laying reverent kisses there. She doesn’t seem to mind—in fact, she presses her round bottom back against me, clearly delighting in how profoundly she affects me.
She pulls her long hair to one side, giving me better access to her throat.
Yes.To have a woman actively encouraging my touch... it’s more intoxicating than any alcohol or drug I’ve ever tried. The way she gives herself to me so freely...
My teeth graze her flesh gently, and she makes this high-pitched, needy sound that’s so exquisite I want to live in this moment for eternity.
“Remus,” she whispers like a prayer. “Remus.”
Then she spins around to face me and throws her arms around my neck. For a split second I’m concerned about her hands making contact with Romulus, but my hood stays securely in place, and her fevered eyes are focused only on me as she lunges forward, pressing her bare breasts against my chest as she kisses me with desperate hunger.
In this perfect moment, there is only her and me.
I’m finally allowed what I’ve been denied my entire existence—the freedom to simply be myself while taking what I want most.
And all I want is her.
I welcome her passionate embrace, though I do guide her arms to my waist where I feel more comfortable. She secures herself to me and pulls me so close that her soft breasts press against my chest, flesh against flesh.
The sensation is absolutely divine, and then her lips are on mine again with renewed fire.
It’s completely different from before. Not gentle, tentative kisses with me coaxing passion from her reluctant form.
No—her passion is wild and demanding as she devours me. Her lips and tongue seek and claim with the same fierce hunger I feel, and now we consume each other with matching intensity. She’s going to drive me beyond the edge of sanity. She’s going to shatter every last vestige of my control.
My hands want to be everywhere at once, exploring and memorizing every curve and hollow. The incredible feel of her against me, skin to skin. I massage down her shoulders to her waist, where I squeeze possessively, then I reach her hips.
And encounter the barrier of her confining pants.
I pull away from her lips just long enough to demand, “I want to see all of you. Every inch, exactly as you are.”
She nods immediately, understanding my meaning, and together our hands work frantically to peel away her restrictive clothing, revealing acres of gorgeous, creamy flesh that I only glimpsed in shadowy darkness last night.
I spread my wings and take us down to the grass, flapping once to ensure we have a smooth, soft landing. She squeals in delighted surprise as I settle us gently, one of my soft, feathered wings beneath her as an extra layer of cushioning between her precious body and the ground.
And then, starting at her delicate ankle, I begin the worship she deserves.
Her skin becomes softer as I kiss my way up to her knee, then softer still as I reach the paradise of her thighs.
I’m so completely attuned to her that I hear every subtle change in her breathing, every tiny gasp that contrasts with the warm summer breeze stirring my feathers.
At first her legs are locked tightly together, so I kiss along the seam where they meet. As her sighs continue and deepen, her legs gradually begin to relax, and I massage up her calves before pausing at the sweet flesh above her knees.
