“If it’s too much, tell me to stop,” he whispers in my ear. “I will.”
“No, don’t stop. I need this. I need you.”
As he starts moving, I think about how stupid we’ve both been. All that fighting and torturing each other was wasted time. We could have been doing this instead. Since I first saw him naked, I haven’t stopped thinking about him. His perfect body, his two cocks, the way he looked at me. Now I have all of him inside me, and it’s better than any fantasy. I only pray that I don’t faint before I fall apart a third time.
He starts slowly and pulls almost all the way out, then pushes back in and fills me completely again. He establishes a steady rhythm, but his control is slipping, I can tell. His thrusts become harder, faster, and more desperate.
“You feel amazing,” he whispers in my ear. “You’re so tight and warm. You’re giving me more than I deserve, letting me take you like this.”
We both moan and grunt with every thrust, the sounds primal and animalistic. Skin slaps against skin. I’m gushing and wetter than I’ve ever been in my life, to the point where I can feel it dripping down my thighs. My pussy throbs and tightens around him. My ass squeezes him, amplifying every sensation, and I feel myself climbing toward my final peak. The fall is going to be exquisite.
I’m fluttering around both his cocks, pulsating and clamping down. I come so hard that tears burst out, and my moans turn into sobs. It’s so good that it wrecks me, and even though I know it’s strange that I’m crying, I can’t stop myself. I let the sobs travel through me as my body turns to jelly.
With a roar, Altair follows me over the edge. He fills both my holes, and I push against him to hold him there, eager to milk him dry. I need him to give me everything he has. And he does. There’s so much of it, hot and thick, that it soon starts dripping out around his cocks.
When we’re both done, we collapse onto the bed. He’s covering me with his body, his wings draping over us. I feel sheltered, protected, and claimed. I clench around him and marvel at how hard he’s still inside me.
Altair wraps himself around me, his arms banding around my chest and his legs tangling with mine. His tail coils around one of my thighs. He pulls us both onto our sides and spoons me from behind, moving carefully so he doesn’t slip out of me.
“Is it all right if we stay like this for a while?” he asks against my ear, his voice soft and vulnerable.
“Yes.”
My back is pressed against his chest. I can feel his heart beating against my spine, and I know he will never let go again. He will never ask me to leave, and that makes me feel at peace.
Chapter Sixteen
Altair
My face is buried between Tressa’s thighs, my tongue moving slowly over her. I feel her shudder and stir awake.
The night before, we lay embraced for hours before she told me she was thirsty and needed a bath. I bathed her myself, my hands reverent as I washed away the evidence of our lovemaking. Then we went back to bed and slept in each other’s arms, my massive wings blanketing her.
Now she’s stirring awake, her clit throbbing against my tongue. I can feel her heartbeat pulsing in it.
Tressa moans and grips my hair. I grunt in pleasure, breathing hotly against her pussy. Every sound she makes and every twitch of her body fills me with a desperate need to worship her.
“Mmm... Good morning to you too,” she murmurs. “Eager for breakfast?”
I smile against her and lick her more thoroughly, sucking her clit as I push the tip of my tail into her pussy. I can feel her clench around it. My cocks throb, hard and awake, dripping for her. I want to feel her gripping them, I want to sink them both into her body and lose myself in her warmth, but I know she must be sore from last night.
She’s sensitive and responsive to my ministrations, and soon enough, she’s gasping and crying out. I feel her pussy flutter around my tail as she comes onto my tongue. I groan and drink her greedily, savoring every drop.
I plant a final kiss on her clit and climb up her body, my wings spreading to bracket us in our own private world.
“Delicious,” I say.
Tressa laughs and pulls me in, crushing our lips together. We kiss for a minute before I pull away and simply look at her. Herlight brown hair is tangled across the pillow, her green eyes are bright and satisfied, and I can’t believe she’s real. That she’s here and she chose to stay.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” I say. “You’re... actually giving me a chance?”
She cocks an eyebrow at me.
“Why? Do you think I shouldn’t?” Then she quickly adds, “No, don’t answer that. That was a stupid question. Yes, Altair, I am actually giving you a chance. Are you going to fuck it up?”
I shake my head quickly.
“No. I will do everything you ask me to. I’m yours. Use me, order me around, I won’t complain for a second.”
