“Say you mine,” he muttered between hot, hungry kisses along my chest, headed for my throat.
“Oh god- Oh god- Oh- Cy!”
The purr he let loose. The bastard was pure evil incarnate, torture pleasuring me until I bent to his will.
“Pru Cy’s?” he purred.
“Kiss my ass,” I panted out as he brought me to the edge and let me sit there a moment, wondering if he was really going to leave me hanging, “you mouthy bag of- Ah! CY!”
Rolling us, he made as if he meant to actually pull out, try and separate us despite how deeply lodged inside of me the way he was.
“Don’t you dare!” I snapped. My arms dug into his forearms and I snarled so viciously it startled me.
Cy groaned atop me and rammed hard home. The action had me squirming and crying out, one moment digging my fingers into his arms to hold him to me, to clawing at him to move closer the next.
Once he’d recovered, his hair practically standing on end in the aftermath, he leaned in, cupping my nape to run a hand along the side of my throat. “MINE,” he growled right in my face, flashing teeth that looked much sharper than I could ever recall.
Before I could respond, he mashed his lips to mine. The kiss was sloppy, untrained, maybe even a little messy, but I loved every minute of it.
Angling our hips, he began slamming into me in earnest, then jack hammering so fast and hard, attacking my clit with every thrust, I was pretty sure I blacked out a little as I came this last time.
Cy was staring down at me with this strange, intense look when I came to moments later.
“What?” I mumbled self-consciously. Did I break wind or something? Say something dumb? Did I make a stupid face? What? It was only for a moment, right? Why was he looking at me like that? “You’re making me nervous,” I admitted.
Cy just smiled. It was small, sweet. It was different.
“‘Kay?” he asked as he smoothed a hand down my hip and began massaging the spot.
“I’m- I’m good,” I mumbled as I eyed him.
Again, there was that small, pleased little sweet smile.
I’m not saying I didn’t like it. This side of him was nice. It made me feel like he cared about me. It was the latter that had me squirming, resisting the urge to ask him if he really meant it because if he didn’t it would utterly crush me.
Thinking of him leaving once the storm let up made me feel ill. Shoving that thought away, I returned his smile. His purr this time was happy but not trying to get me revved to take me to pound town, get me all fired up loud.
It was soft, soothing, comforting.
Leaning over me and onto his elbow, he smoothed a hand down the side of my face, cupped the side of my head, and just stared at me. Leaning in, he nuzzled the side of my face, a contented rumble vibrating his thick chest.
“Areyouokay?” I asked doubtfully. My hand lifted and I smoothed it over all that silky soft fluff covering his body. I was so used to their overly hairy persons it was weird hanging out with a man with so little body hair, despite my own situation.
Cy sighed, a soft exhalation that matched that smile. He seemed so… relaxed. Maybe that wasn’t the right word.
“Cy feels very goot,” he purred, which honestly told me nothing.
Ruffling his hair, grinning when he made a face at me and made to pull away, I nipped at the tip of his nose and laughed at the look he gave me for that. “Goot,” I teased.
Cy leaned in with a dirty look. He made me think for a second he was going to nip me back but then he pressed his lips to mine and growled that very specific growl that had my channel gripping his thickness so tight we both groaned.
“Oh- Cy, we can’t,” I mumbled against his lips, yet wrapped my arms around him and urged him to come down atop me fully.
Cupping an ass cheek to squeeze it and jerk me up over him more as he began at a slow, leisurely pace made me want to purr and growl along with him. He ate up any and all protests on my lips until I was clawing at him and fighting for him to go faster.
“It’s too soon. Our shit’s going to fall off,” I panted out as he continued to torture tease me until I was a mewling mess.
If he asked me if I was his, I’d probably bend beneath the pressure.
