“Today? It’s long past that.” Humor threaded her voice.
“Dinner, then.” I didn’t want this to end. I needed to be near her, soak in her presence. As her nerves eased, that delectable scent I’d been glimpsing of her grew stronger and stronger. I wanted to roll in it until everyone knew she was mine and I was hers. They were so strong after our first mating, the second she was near me we were both shooting off that good Marsh-mates juju like crazy. Her mating spores, or more aptly pheromones, were potent. My body was humming with every little hit I was gifted. One touch and I was nearly choking on our scents. How the hell had I been so butt blind I hadn’t tried to get a better whiff of her? I’d never know.
“I’m still working,” she pointed out. She was starting to sound amused.
I would be annoyed but I wanted to hear that smile in her voice. This was sweet torture, and I knew her reticence was my own fault. I’d bunged things up royally.
“Lunch tomorrow, then?” I pressed. I was being pushy, maybe, but I was dying to spend time with her, get to know this woman I was fated to be with. I’d wasted so much time being an ass, disregarding what was right there in front of me, I had a lot to make up for.
“I- I can’t.” She began to fidget beside me.
Something inside of me crumpled. “Oh. Well… That’s okay.” It wasn’t. I wanted to beg and cajole, whine if I thought I wouldn’t lose my man card. I had a need, a very demanding need to be near this female. I felt the loss of her as I went about my day with every fiber of my being. I did alright with our love blossom in bloom back home because I was literally surrounded by her with it. Without it, or her, I felt adrift. Some nights I’d wake up in a cold sweat, heart thundering, slapping the bedding in search of her. Nightmares of the bloom dying and her tentative love with it haunted me. I thought I was going mad.
“You’re busy. I understand,” I said when I really wanted to howl and lunge at her, pin her down and wrap myself around her, spill my damned guts out to her until she knew without a shadow of a doubt we were meant to be.
“Next week?” I wouldn’t, couldn’t let this go. “Your place, mine, here, I don’t care. I will beg if need be, but I-” I didn’t want to sound like the needy bastard I’d suddenly become but, “I need to be near you.”
“Next week,” she said finally.
“Ha. Thank you!” I burst out, then scooped her up, ignoring the throbbing in my knee, and spun her around. Setting her on her feet, I didn’t think, impulsively pulling her in for a hug. “Thankyou-thankyou-thankyou,” I murmured against her skin. She was warm and inviting, and smelled heavenly. Burying my face in her neck, I inhaled deeply. My sweet flower shivered and her scent bloomed. My chest rumbled happily, my voice deep with the Marsh in me behind it as that mouthwatering scent hit me anew.
Stiff at first, Aster quickly melted against me, her scent thickening as she buried her nose in my nape and took my essence into her lungs.
My hands slid down to her waist, clutching her to me as that first honeysuckle sweet hint of her arousal began to unfurl.
“Aster.” I whispered her name, nuzzling into her soft skin, the veins in her throat throbbing as her heart began to pound fiercely. Pecking her flesh with teasing kisses as it began to prickle with gooseflesh, I couldn’t get enough of her. I needed, wanted more. It would never be enough.
“G-Greniv.” Her hands began to knead my shoulders, nails starting to dig in until I knew she’d leave little crescent shapes in my flesh behind. A soft rumble of a growl vibrated my chest and my hand slid up her back, cupping her nape. Mark me, mate.
With a soft gasp as my hand at her lower back urged her closer and our hips pressed, her head fell back, exposing her throat to me. It was a submissive pose I delighted in.Mine.
My tongue dipped out to taste her, venturing lower as hot, teasing nips and licks eased into open mouthed kisses. My sweet flower opened to me, her arousal so thick on the air my mind was fogged with it. I knew exactly where she needed kissing next. Her hands dug in hard at my shoulders as my hands boldly began sliding up the back of her shirt. Fumbling with the clasp of her bra, I eventually gave up and just tugged her shirt up over her breasts. My growl of frustration had her death grip on my shoulders easing and I even managed to get a soft laugh out of her. The sound of her laughter was everything, the swells of her breasts in the soft cupped bra she had on showcasing an impressive set, if I did say so myself.
“Here,” she whispered, reaching behind her back. The action pushed her chest out, nearly shoving her girls into my face. Those babies were just begging for attention.
Grabbing her hands in one of mine as they closed over the back clasp, my free hand shoved one of the cups of her bra out of my way, exposing a nice two-handfuls of tit, and I cupped that pillowy softness. My head dipped as my thumb brushed across her nipple, and then my mouth followed.
Aster jerked like I’d just shocked her and a soft noise left her. It wasn’t exactly a whimper, not necessarily a moan, but it had my dick so hard in my pants I thought I might come right then and there from that alone.
“More,” I muttered, feverishly working my way down her body, undoing the clasp of her jeans one-handedly, where my two handed bra clasp unlatching had failed. Playfully nipping at her lower belly, my tongue began to trace the band of her panties as I released my hold on her hands to yank her jeans down. Her underwear was next. We were at work—I certainly wasn’t expecting anything lacy or frilly, yet the soft cotton barrier cradling her secrets had me as hot and hard as if it was.
“Oh…” Her voice was breathy as one of my hands slid over her slit over her underwear and my fingers massaged the spot teasingly. “What are we doing?” she mumbled dazedly.
“Whatever we want, whatever feels right.” My hands left her sex to slide up her wide hips, hooking on the waistband to gently tug the last thing in my way away. I leaned in, placing a chaste kiss on the top of her mound as her underwear pooled at her feet. My hands slid up her thighs, moving to the inside of them, then the heat of her. She trembled in place as my fingers boldly glided up her slit, gathering the wetness I found there to tease them at the mouth of her opening, barely dipping inside her to slip back out.
“Greniv,” she burst out when I parted her for me and leaned in, watching my finger dip inside her, barely a tease, to glide right back out, I’d grown lost as I watched her.
“Forgive me,” I whispered, then lapped at the small bud nestled between her folds.
A sharp noise left Aster and her hips jerked. The action sent my fingers, teasing her, a little deeper with two now, driving deep. A sharp hiss of pleasure left her, her hands going to my head to bury in my hair. I groaned and my cock jerked hard at just how strong her scent was as her hold on my hair grew painful. She was natural, the curls at her juncture tickling my cheeks as I buried my face in her pussy and ate at her like a man starved.
Squeaking noises burst from my female as I cupped a sizable bum waiting to be squeezed and urged her closer to me. Her hips began to move, until she fell forward, catching herself on the desk, gripping it to hold on for dear life as I fucked her with my mouth. She came hard, crying out, though she tried to muffle it.
One moment, I was pleasuring my woman, ecstatically lapping at her as she gave over, and then she was jerking me up, shoving me into her desk, tearing at my good pair of work jeans, my underwear, and then my cock was free, she was growling like she meant to eat me alive, and I forgot how to breathe. I didn't dare to. Her scent was so strong with her so near, and she was practically climbing atop me to mount me, her slit dripping as she rubbed along my shaft nearly making me come right there.
“Fuck me,” I breathed. I could barely believe this was happening, right here, right now.
As if that had been a direct order, she lined us up, dragging her heat up the length of my shaft, and then she was enveloping me. A strangled noise left me, that only grew as she clenched around me, working my dick until I was balls deep inside her and starting to tip over. She was rough, demanding, and it was sexy as fuck as she rode me hard.
