“But you’re not in heat,” I managed in a hoarse voice.
“I know. I don’t care. I want it. I love it.”
“You do?” I started to withdraw.
He let go of his upheld legs and grabbed my hips. “Don’t pull away. I want it. I consent.”
I loved having my knot inside the rim, but not when my lover didn’t. Rupert acted like it was a chore even when he was in heat.
Kirion was so different. Unique to me.
“You’re sure?”
“Do I have to beg?” He sounded almost forlorn.
To not have to hold and rub myself like some pathetic sex fiend who couldn’t control himself. To feel the clutch of him against that swelling, that pressure. It had to be a dream.
I pushed back inside him. My knot had already started to grow but I slid in like I was meant to be there. His muscles welcomed me back, squeezing just right. Sending me over the edge to a second powerful orgasm.
He moved his hands from my hips to my shoulders and held on.
“Yes, that’s it. That’s what I love.”
He actually loved it?
I pushed deeper and he sighed up at me, eyelids half closed. “Did you think I wouldn’t want it? I crave knots. They’re so pleasurable to me. I’ll come again before it goes down.”
I pressed closer, letting the sensation rush through me as I leaned down and kissed him. After a few seconds, I worried my weight would compromise him. I pushed up with both my arms.Now that we were locked together, my cock stayed inside him as the spasms of my first knot orgasm subsided. There would be more. Many more. I was in for a fantastic ride.
Kirion ran his hands up and down my arms. “I love you over me like this, inside me. How long do you last?”
“Up to twenty minutes.”
“Make sure it’s not less. I want every minute of it.”
I shut my eyes. The surprise of his words brought tears and my breathing increased.
“Tane,” he said softly. “It feels so good. Has someone told you it doesn’t? It’s okay.” He rubbed harder at my biceps. “You’re beautiful. I want it. How does it feel for you?”
“I have no words,” I managed to say. “Like your body wants me.”
“It does.”
I nodded, opening my eyes and blinking away the warmth. He reached up and cupped my face. “My body wants yours. And I want you.”
He was precise and clear. I didn’t have to worry anymore. It was just the two of us here in the privacy of his room. Two adults. Two consenting lovers. He had invited me to his bed the same way I had invited him to mine last night. Now he had invited me unconditionally into his body, knot and all.
I brought my face to his again and kissed him. Our mouths opened to each other and I came hard again.
He squirmed beneath me, his cock jutting up between the space of our bellies to push against my skin. Our small movements, me coming and him pressing up, apparently gave him enough friction. Soon, warmth exploded from him, spraying against my ribs as he gasped into our kiss.
What a treasure. I’d already thought it, but now I knew. We were creating something more here than just an attraction toward desire. We were sharing on another level. My mindopened up and a spark flared to life, something I hadn’t felt or thought ever to feel again after Rupert’s passing.
The beginnings of a bond.
Did he know? Could he or would he consent to that?
Now was not the time for a discussion. We were both lost to the throes of ecstasy. But I couldn’t help thinking: Would he be okay with that?
