Page 49 of Bewitching Her Monsters
I will exist only to worship her body.
She’s on the edge of an orgasm that I keep working her toward. I rub the spot inside her that makes her tremble and palm one of her breasts with my other hand.
When I bite down on her clit, she bucks and cries out.
“Come for me,” I command.
“Oh, god!” Her body flails, and she shakes.
I watch as her mouth opens, and she makes sweet groans and whines. I keep her climax going until she finally returns to the room.
Jade smiles at me with mischief glinting in her eyes.
“Come here,” she calls me, clasping my head to bring me up to kiss her on the mouth.
I brush my slick-covered lips over hers and then delve my tongue into her mouth.
Her small hand cups the front of my pants. “Would he like to come out to play?” she asks.
Fuck. I have to be careful here. She wants to reciprocate, which I definitely want. But I can’t with my monstrous self, and even if I didn’t have that issue, I have a knot at the base of my cock. I know she thinks this is only some sort of mythological penis in her books, but it’s very real.
She will freak out when she realizes supernatural beings are real. A blow job on a first date is no way to find out all that. I don’t think we should have sex, because even if I agreed, I’d have to ask her to turn off the lights.
I don’t want her to think it’s because I don’t want to see her luscious, naked body.
“I want to take this slow,” I say instead.
“You just consumed my soul through my vagina. How is that slow?” she jokes, but I hear the concern.
“It brings me pleasure to give that to you. I didn’t do it to get payback,” I explain.
“I wasn’t suggesting that you were. But I wouldn’t mind sucking your cock or fucking your brains out.”
I close my eyes to center myself so I don’t jump her bones from her direct and sexy words.
“As much as I want to do both of those things, I promised myself that I wouldn’t fuck on the first couple of dates with anyone. But I have something more intimate in mind, if you are okay with it. Can we do that here for a bit?”
“Uh?”
“I want to hold you.” I feel the heat of a blush on my cheeks. “Snuggle.”
She grins. “As long as you do it with your shirt off.” She pulls a soft blanket from the back of the couch.
I stand and pull my shirt off. Jade’s eyes drink me in, and she licks her lips. “You sure about that no-fucking rule?”
I chuckle. “Not really. But I need your shirt and bra off you, too.”
She slips the shirt off, and I unfasten the bra and groan when her beautiful tits tumble free of their hold.
I slip my hands around her and pick her up easily, and she squeals with joy. I flop back down on my back with her on top of me.
“I haven’t had anyone pick me up like that in a long time.” She feels up my arms. “You did that with no effort,” she says with awe. “You’re strong.”
I puff up with that compliment. Then I pull the throw blanket over us so she doesn’t get cold. Not that she is likely to get chilly with my shifter body heat. We always run hotter than most.
Content, we both sigh together as if we had planned it.
I pray to the Goddess, let me have this. Give me one chance at happiness.
