“You’d better,” she replied saucily. “Now stop waving that thing around and go put some pants on, or no bacon for you.”
“Aye, aye, Captain,” I said, straightening and giving her a mock salute.
Ten minutes later we were sitting together at the dining table. I was still hard as a rock, but my desire for food had won out over my lust for the time being and I was busily shoveling food into my mouth.
“Did Dallan come by and take care of the animals?” I asked once I’d finished.
“Yeah and apparently dropped off a whole crate of that oil. He and Effie must have done it as a joke because there is no way we’re going to go through that much,” she said, nodding to the wooden crate filled with enchanted oil bottles.
I didn’t say anything, knowing it wouldn’t be nearly enough if I had my way. I’d gone decades without sex, and in retrospect the people I had slept with hadn’t made me feel evencloseto how I felt when Daphne and I were together.
We were supposed to be back at work in a couple of days, but I wasn’t sure I’d ever get a fill of my mate.
Daphne, oblivious to the heated turn of my thoughts, stood and began taking dishes to the sink. Everything in my home was built for my height, which meant that the countertops were higher and the kitchen sink was deeper. This forced Daphne to stand on her tiptoes and lean over to set dishes inside, giving me the most perfect view of her ass.
All of my rational thought snapped and I was up and across the kitchen in a blink, sliding my palm up her back.
“Cash,” Daphne scolded, her voice already breathless with anticipation as she glanced over her shoulder at me. “I need to finish washing the dishes.”
“I’ll do them for you later,” I purred, nudging her legs apart and sliding the shirt up to find that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. “I’ve always wanted to do this.”
“This?” she asked, groaning when my fingers slid inside of her slick folds.
“Bending you over the counter and fucking you in broad daylight,” I replied, leaning over to snag one of the bottles of oil.
We probably didn’t need to use it at this point, the bond having changed Daphne’s genetic makeup in an effort to make us completely compatible, but the oil definitely made things easier.
Shoving the loose pajama pants I’d thrown on down and kicking them away, I poured a liberal amount of the oil on the crack of Daphne’s ass and watched it dribble down to meet my fingers.
Leaning over her back, I pressed her into the counter and brought my mouth up to one of her ears. “Can I?” I asked, gently prodding at her warm entrance with the tip of my cock.
“Yes,” she answered simply, her hands coming up to grip the edge of the countertop as she turned her face so that she could press a blistering kiss to my lips.
The first push inside of her was always the best, her insides spasming to accept every inch of me until, somehow, I was completely sheathed from tip to base.
Despite the size difference, which normally would have been impossible, the combination of oil and our bond smoothed the way for me.
“This position feels different,” she moaned, her head dropping to rest on the counter as I gripped her hips on either side and began to push slowly in and out of her.
“It’s similar to when we were in the shower,” I pointed out, my voice tense from the effort of trying to take it slow until she’d fully adjusted to my cock again.
“It’s—” Daphne paused, letting out another unintelligible noise, “Deeper than it was in the shower.”
“You can take it,” I encouraged, kissing the nape of her neck as an idea popped into my head. “In fact, I think you can take even more than this.”
She’d eyeballed my tail more than once while we were making love over the past day and a half, and I figured this was the perfect time to show her just what it could do.
Uncorking the bottle of oil, I once again applied it liberally to the crack of her ass.
“If anything hurts, just let me know,” I said, my tail snaking up her thigh and coming to a rest at the tight rosebud between her cheeks.
Daphne stiffened.
“Are you sure it’ll be okay?” she asked, hesitance in her voice.
“Just relax, I’ve got you, my dragonfly,” I assured her gently as the tip of my tail pushed past the tight ring of muscles, eased by the slick oil.
Daphne made a gurgling sound as she gripped the edge of the counter for dear life.
