That chittering purr started up as he began to move.
He was purring so hard I’d swear I could feel it all the way down past our groins, going so deep I felt it vibrating from him and directly where he was deep inside me.
Cy wasn’t taking his time. He immediately began pounding into me, so hard, fast, and deep, it made all those other times feel like amateur hour.
My fingers tightened over his. One of his hands slid up, to my throat, and he held me there, immobile, as he fucked me senseless.
It felt so good I trembled, feeling like a trapped rabbit and yet I never wanted it to end.
Cy’s teeth sank deeply into a spot near the back of my neck and I cried out.
He moved faster, to the point I wondered if I was imagining it or if he was just that good.
I was on the cusp of finding my release when he dipped us a little, changing the angle, and I felt something bump my clit with every swift, deep, upward thrust.
He was still growling, that vibration thing still going like his dick was a vibrator. Whatever was pressing along my clit was the final straw.
When I came this very last time, I screamed myself hoarse, collapsing in Cy’s arms as he came, snarling into my flesh, right along with me.
When I came to this time, I had to have been out for a bit. The heavy weight atop me of the slumbering sex monster that’d just ravaged me was proof enough of that.
“Ugh. Cy? You’re crushing me,” I grumbled. Struggling to roll him off of me, I shivered as his thickness slipped free and he did that chittering purr thing but didn’t wake up. “Cy?” Giving him a little shake, I bit my lip. Dipping my head, one of my hands pressed over his pec while I placed my ear to his chest.
He was breathing, his heartbeat was strong. Was he okay?
Curling up into his side, I gave him a minute. My fingers made swirly patterns all over his chest that he responded to with soft, purring rumble that interrupted that near constant soft, chittering rumble.
Wondering if he’d feel weird laying here naked with me like that, exposed, I sat up and began to scoot towards the endof the bed, ready to grab a spare sheet when I shifted my weight and he just shot up with a shout.
His shout was met with my shriek, and then nothing as I lost my balance and tumbled off the side of the bed.
Curses flew from my mouth as I rolled to my side to cup my wood floor bitch-slapped, aching butt cheek. “Ow,” I grunted out with a wince. “That’s absolutely gonna leave a mark.”
“Pru?!” Cy sounded alarmed, half panicked.
“Down here,” I called out with a grimace.
There was a series of grunting noises and the bed creaked. It took a minute for the light to come on.
Cy frowned over the side of the bed at me. The man was sporting a wild mop of sleepy guinea pig bed head.
“Could be worse,” I muttered as I accepted the hand he held out to yank me to my feet, “you could have mule kicked me off the bed instead of scaring the spit out of me.”
Instead of a witty comeback, telling me it was my fault, Cy surprised me. With a sympathetic noise, he turned me to examine the damage. “What’s the diagnosis, doc? Raw hamburger, floor burn, or quit being a baby, it’s not that bad?”
His frown deepened as he smoothed a hand over the spot and I winced. Leaning in for a closer look, he pressed a kiss to the spot.
“Is saliva really the best option for an open wound?” I wondered aloud. I wasn’t just wondering about my chafed ass.
Cy wrapped his arms around my waist and tugged me towards him. Nuzzling an unmarked spot on my shoulder, he started peppering sweet little kisses up my throat. It was just shy of tickling. “No want Cy kiss it better?” he purred against my skin as gooseflesh cropped up along my body.
“Depends,” I muttered as I melted against him and closed my eyes.
Cy moved slowly, bringing us down on the bed, on our sides.
Cy paused in his sweet kisses turned to nibbles just below my ear. “‘Pends what?”
Cracking an eye open, I stole a peek in his direction. “Can I kiss you too?” My cheeks flamed. I didn’t care.
