Isa stepped out of her skirts and smiled at me. No shyness, no hesitation. “Is this more like what you remembered?”
I studied her, letting my gaze linger on every detail. Bottomless russet eyes, plump pink lips. A graceful neck. I wrapped my fingers around my erection as I took in her lush breasts and the soft curves below. I squeezed when I reached the thatch of hair at the apex of her thighs. “Even better.”
She grinned and nodded meaningfully at where I gripped myself. “Are you going to show me what you plan to do with that now?”
“That?” I let go so that I could pull Isa against me, one hand behind her, just above her ass, the other around her nape. “Too shy to say the word? How unexpected.”
My hand drifted lower and Isa squirmed, every inch of contact between our bodies a shock to the senses. I backed her to the bed, toppling us both onto the mattress, my knees straddling her hips. I kissed my way down her throat. “I’m not going to do anything with it if you are feeling shy,” I said before I sucked on the side of her breast.
She arched into me, her hands in my hair, holding me against her breast. “I’m not shy,” she gasped when I moved to the other breast, this time taking her nipple into my mouth.
I blew a soft breath over her, enjoying the way she shivered. “Prove it.”
She did. With a shimmy I never expected, she slid down the bed, her hands landing on my thighs. Before I could prepare, she took me in her mouth. She didn’t ease into it, wet heat enveloping me in a rush. My hips jerked. “Not what I had in mind,” I said in a strangled cry.
She pulled back, replacing her lips with a hand. “Are you objecting?”
Her hand pumped, and it was almost too much. With Isa, every touch was ecstasy. Control a foreign concept. “Not objecting.” I pulled out of her grip. “Informing. You wanted me to take charge, didn’t you?”
Her legs already dangled over the edge of the bed. I stood, shifting her slightly, then went to my knees. I pressed her thighs open wider and leaned in. The need to enter her pulsed through me, but not until I did this. I would give her pleasure first.
She tried to squeeze her legs closed when I licked, but I didn’t let her. My focus narrowed to her every shift and moan, adapting my movements in response. Teasing touches frustrated her. I sucked, and she nearly came off the bed. Then I slid a finger inside, watching the sweat glisten on her skin as she closed her eyes and threw her head back. A second caused her hands to curl into the blankets.
Fingers and tongue worked together, pushing her higher and higher. When her climax hit, it was a beautiful thing. I eased her through it, then kissed my way up her quivering form.
“Felix,” she moaned.
I admit I expected words about how wonderful she felt—how wonderful I was. How glad she was that I was no longer a cat. Maybe a complaint that she was too sensitive now, as every time I pressed my lips to her skin, a shiver ran through her. But I should have known better. This was Isa.
“Now show me what you can do with your cock.”
I laughed against her throat. “I love you, Isa.”
Her eyes closed, and she shivered as if I had stroked my hand over her. “Say it again.”
“I love you.” I considered adding flowery embellishments and poetic comparisons, but this was Isa. The words themselves, with no equivocations, would be the strongest declaration I could give. “I love you.”
Her eyes opened, and the swell of emotion in them—hope, joy, love—crashed into me. “I love you, Felix, no matter what form you take.”
She lifted her head, and I molded my mouth to hers, tasting the truth of the words. I rolled us over, still kissing, and landed on my back with Isa sprawled over me. She laughed against my lips and straddled my hips. Tenderness morphed into need.
Isa reached down and positioned my cock at her entrance, her eyes locked on mine. I gripped her hips, lowering her slowly, so slowly. Finally, she had taken all of me and we both paused, her hands flat on my chest, the moment stretching.
She leaned forward, her hips rolling, and I groaned. She paused, studying me, and shifted again, rising up slightly, then lowering herself at an even more tortuous pace than before. Her smile devious, she moved up and down with languid patience as I fought not to take control and slam into her.
I slid my hands up from her hips, along her sides, and around to her breasts. I caressed, I teased, and when I finally pinched a nipple between thumb and forefinger, Isa bucked against me. I did it again, and she moved faster. Then I tilted my hips, changing the angle, and she cried out.
“Felix!” She came around me, and my own climax tore through me.
Isa collapsed against my chest, her hair tickling my chin, and I wrapped my arms around her. “Satisfied with what I can do with my cock?” I asked in the laziest drawl I could muster.
Her head moved back and forth against me in denial. “Satisfied implies having enough. I will always want more.” She craned her neck just enough to look at me. “Though I am quite satisfied with your cock.”
I grinned. “Glad to hear it, though if you weren’t, I could probably use the node to change sizes.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Don’t you dare.”
I raised an eyebrow. “I thought you loved me no matter what form I took?”
