“I’d like that,” I replied as I moved closer to the fire shifter that smelled like sandalwood.
Together we mixed together the pastry dough and almond paste. The nuts weren’t almonds, of course, but they were close enough.
My arm brushed Zanders as we worked side by side. I could feel the heat between us as if it were a tangible thing. It felt as if electricity had filled the air and I was just waiting for lightning to strike. He’d kissed me before, would he do it again?
“You have some flour on your cheek,” Zander whispered in a soft tone. Then he brushed the pad of his thumb across my skin.
My breath hitched and I longed for more. I don’t know how it happened or who moved first, but I suddenly found my face an inch away from Zander’s. His eyes searched mine to see if his longing matched my own.
“I wish to kiss you again,” he breathed. “I yearn for you in ways I have yearned for no other.”
“You can kiss me,” I whispered in return.
Zander closed the space between us as he pressed his lips to mine. This time felt just as good as the first. I felt like I was floating. Nothing existed outside of Zander and this kiss.
This time he teased the seam of my lips and I moaned when he slipped his tongue inside. I wanted more. This broad-shouldered sirret fire shifter was the sexiest man I’d ever laid eyes on, and I wanted all of him.
I slid my hands under his shirt and let one roam up his hard chest and the other drift up and down his back.
Zander took the same liberties as I had and untied the laces holding my top closed. The fabric fell away and he growled his approval.
I let my right hand drift down to the base of his tail where I toyed with the sensitive skin there. A low groan rumbled through Zander’s chest.
He lifted his hands up my body until his thumb grazed the bottom of my breast.
“May I touch you here?” He asked in a reverent tone filled with desire.
“Yes,” I emphasized my answer by lightly gripping the base of his tail and giving it a tight squeeze.
His free hand flew out in front of him to grip the wall.
“Again,” he begged as he pressed his hips against mine letting me feel how rock hard he had become.
I stroked his tail like I would his cock and his fingers finally found my breasts as he massaged them in his big hand and squeezed my nipples. A high-pitched gasp escaped me as he expertly worked my body as if he magically knew exactly what to do.
He didn’t need any instructions. He wanted to touch me, and I was rewarded by his curiosity and desire.
I stroked his tail again and his hips jerked.
“Can you come like this?” I asked, curious if it was possible.
“No,” he shook his head. “But it feels good. No one’s touched me like this before.”
I was the first to touch him. The thought made me giddy.
Zander’s hand moved down my abdomen to the patch of hair between my legs, where he waited for my permission once again.
“Touch me,” I commanded him this time, and he growled his approval.
His fingers sank even lower until he found the apex of my slit, and I let out a desperate moan of pleasure the moment he made contact with my clit.
I gripped the base of his tail for support and he let out a moan that matched my own.
He tried a variety of touches upon my sensitive skin, paying close attention to my reactions. Moving his fingers side to and and back and forth along my slit. It all felt good, but nothing came close to the firm circular motions he made with two of his fingers pressed together at the apex of my sex.
“Yes,” I breathed and my legs trembled.
He kept his slow pace of circular motions around my clit over and over again as I held onto his shoulders for support. Zander’s hips would jerk forward every time I rubbed the base of his tail. After a while, he rested his forehead against the wall letting his hair to fall forward over his shoulder and brush my cheek.
