I moved my hand from his tail to his front, down his pants, and gripped the base of his cock like I had gripped his tail.
“Gah!” His knees went weak and we both fell to the floor.
“Did I hurt you?” He asked with wide eyes filled with terror over the idea he may have hurt me some how.
“No, I laughed.”
Zander gave me a wry smile. “Good.”
He got to his feet then carried me to his bed of furs where he slipped his hand beneath my clothes once again.
It didn’t take long for me to begin moaning again as he started up his steady rhythm of circles around my clit. I gripped the blankets with one hand and used the other to stroke his cock.
His hips thrust forward and he buried his face in the crook of my neck and made me shiver as his low moans resonated all the way down to my core. I loved it. I loved hearing his pleasure rumble through him as I worked his cock in a way no one else ever had.
All thoughts left me, however, when Zander dipped a single finger into my core and used the palm of his hand to stimulate my clit. His finger thrust and dance along the inside of my core until he found my g-spot. My hips lifted off the bed and I let out a shocked gasp.
Drelic in our entire night of love making hadn’t brought me as much pleasure as this, and Zander was only getting started. It was amazing the difference a little initiative and eagerness made. Drelic had been a dog needing to be trained, Zander was a male who knew what he wanted. Despite his inexperience, Zander had the desire to learn and the curiosity to explore my body without much direction from me.
I flew higher and higher, my back bowing with pleasure as Zander worked my core in ways I didn’t even know were possible. My hand had shifted from his cock to his hip. It was all I could do to brace myself for the orgasm that was sure to come.
His groans of pleasure met my own as he ground his cock against my thigh. I was happy he was finding his own pleasure. I was too lost to the moment to even form thoughts. All I knew was Zander’s hand on my cunt and his face pressed against my neck.
His presence was warm and all encompassing. Usually I’d feel trapped like this, but with Zander I just felt taken care of.
He worked his finger and his palm on my sensitive flesh until I let out a choked cry and my body shook with my release.
Zander’s hips moved even faster against my leg until he let out a roar of his own.
After I came down from the high of my orgasm, I laid next to the big sirret shifter feeling boneless and satisfied.
I turned toward Zander to cuddle into his warmth when I felt a wet spot on the front of his pants.
He tried to pull away, but I didn’t let him get far. When I glanced up, I found him wearing a bashful expression on his face and his ears had turned a dark blue.
“You were just so beautiful,” he explained. “I couldn’t help myself. When you came my body wanted to come with you.”
“I don’t mind,” I assured him. “I’m glad we came together. You’re very good at that for not having touched a woman before.”
His bashful expression melted into a smug smile. “I’m a fast learner.”
A hearty laugh burst through me. “Yes you are,” I agreed.
Chapter 13
Zander
I thought about Fatima’s soft moans and the feel of her hands on my cock as I flipped the bacon on the cooking stone. I thought of Fatima often and the intimate moment we shared together in this very house. That was weeks ago, and we hadn’t done anything more than kiss since then. Even that was a rare occurrence.
I tried to find contentment in the relationship we had. She allowed me to cook for her everyday, and we shared most of our meals here in my house. Fatima had finally started to put on some weight and her belly had rounded into a small bump.
She looked as attractive as ever, and I was dying to taste her on my tongue. The sweet scent of her arousal filled the air every time we kissed, but every time I slipped my hand under her shirt or pants she would back away.
I feared that she was holding back because I could not luminess for her. She would be justified in rejecting me for such a thing, but I held out hope that perhaps it was something else. Something I could fix.
Once her dinner had finished cooking, I placed everything into a clay bowl and headed to Fatima’s house. She liked to eat dinner with everyone else in the dining hall, so I would make her food and we’d head there together.
Knock. knock. Knock.
