“Yeah,” I mumbled under my breath. “I know, it's kind of sad.” I could feel a blush creeping up my throat and over my cheeks.
Al stood and moved into my space. “I happen to think it’s very cute.” He grabbed my waist, my pulse pounding as he pulled me tight against him.
“I think you’re very cute.”
He leaned down and nuzzled my hair with his soft pink nose. “Do you, now?”
“Mhmm.” Whatever cologne he wore smelled amazing, like a forest full of sage and cedar, what I imagined his home in the mountains of Colorado smelled like.
“Can I kiss you again?” he whispered.
Kissing someone with a snout was different, but when Alistair drew his lips together, he could mold them to mine perfectly.
“Please,” I rasped on a heavy exhale.
The moment our mouths made contact, he groaned and tugged me closer. I parted my lips on a heavy breath, letting him slip his wide tongue inside my mouth. Our hands explored one another, sliding over our clothes with a sense of desperation that came with having a timeline. We were both acutely aware of the fact that this was temporary, but we wanted it,wanted each other, anyway.
As our kiss grew frantic, I could feel the swell of his cock against my stomach.
It wasbig.
Intimidatingly big.
I had only ever been with Don, and he certainly hadn’t been as well endowed as Alistair.
Curiosity got the better of me.
My hand slid down Alistair’s chest, over his belly, and came to rest on top of his cock. I rubbed it through the thick material of his jeans, and he groaned into my mouth.
“Pam,” he rasped, bucking his hips into my hand ever so slightly.
I pulled away and gazed up at him, my teeth digging into my lower lip. “Can I suck your cock?”
I firmly believed that if you wanted something, you should ask for it.
Al’s expression softened, his big brown eyes full of concern. “Pam, you don’t have to…”
“I-I want to. I hope that isn’t too forward.”
He cupped the side of my face with one of his massive hands. “Not at all. I just don’t want you to feel pressured into doing something you don’t want to do.”
“I want this,” I said, massaging the swell of his cock again. I could imagine it filling my mouth, the soft glide of his shaft over my lips…
“Fuck, okay,” he breathed.
I grabbed his hand, leading him to the living room.
He sat on the couch and loosened his belt. “Are you sure?”
I knelt in front of him and nodded my head. I hadn’t been so sure of something in a long, long time.
Alistair worked his jeans and underwear down, allowing his cock to spring free.
“Holy goddess,” I whispered as I took in the sight before me.
Just as I’d expected, his body was covered in a layer of thick, curly hair.
But his cock?
