“Well,” I try to sound matter-of-fact, “not all of it has to go in for us to have a good time. And I think once we get some practice in, we’ll both enjoy how big you are in this form.”
“I read one time that some bats have oddly disproportionate equipment. And I have some bat-like features, but I’m still part human, so... I’m just a little oversized.”
“Most men would be bragging, not looking so humble.” I slowly begin to tug the waistband down, licking my lips. Do we go to second and third base before we plunge in? I’m not sure I’m good at any of this.
What if he wants to go down on me??
Now it’s my turn to find some nerves.
“Well, when I turn back into a normal guy, I have normal length and all. I don’t want you to be disappointed with either half of me.”
“Hey! Listen,” I say in my best “teacher voice,” “nothing you do is going to disappoint me, because I love you for who you are, not what body parts you have. Also, there are couples out there who complain about having the same boring sex all the time. I’m lucky! I have a partner with variety built in! Are you sure you won’t get bored withme?”
“Never in a million years.”
Bogdan sits and keeps my hand on his bulge, his fingers over top of mine as we begin those long, hungry kisses once more. His fingers find the front of my panties and stroke, moving softly up and down my belly to the apex of my pussy, ghosting over me and sending my nerve endings into a spiral.
“Lie back?” he asks.
“Come with me.”
I fit in the cocoon of his wings as we snuggle on my bed, slowly shimmying our clothes off between kisses, until I can feel his dense, soft fur pressing into my thighs—and something long and hard with velvety soft skin pressing against my hip.
One of my hands squirms down to wrap around him, gasping when I realize he has an unusual tip, shaped like the twin semi-circles at the top of a heart and tapering to a long, thick shaft.
Just as I’m wondering how that wide, bulbous tip is going to feel pushing its way inside of me, Boggie’s fingers breach the crotch of my panties, slipping under the fabric to stroke my outer lips.
We moan together, touching and exploring.
“So soft,” he marvels. “And so smooth.” His bony fingertips touch my smooth outer labia before circling back to stroke my little thatch of curls.
“So hard,” I counter. “And big. Especiallyhere.” I circle my fingertips over this heart-shaped crown, noticing how slick and wet it is at the center.
Bogdan moans and shifts, bucking into my hand—and pushing his long, stroking fingers deep inside of me.
“Oh, Kell!” he hisses, eyes wide. “I didn’t mean to do that, baby.”
I might have cried out at the sudden intrusion and how deep he went, how odd it feels to have something inside of me that I don’t control, but I’m not complaining. “I’ve been thinking about this for so long. I’m so ready,” I confess, my hips rolling on his hand.
And just like he always has, even long distance, he gives me what I need. He starts stroking in and out of me steadily, letting my walls ride his fingers with shuddering spasms as he explores me.
“No one’s ever touched me. Your fingers are longer than mine. No one’s ever been so deep inside of me.”
“Is it wrong to be so turned on by the idea of being deep inside of you?” Bogdan whispers.
“I hope not, but if it is, we get to be wrong together. I want every inch of you.” I wince a little as his fingers pick up the pace, opening my virgin pussy wider and deeper with every thrust.
“Can I... can I see if I can make you come first?”
“Uh-huh.” I close my eyes and let him do what he wants, loving every sensation. The fingers that keep moving deeper and faster, pressing up into a soft, spongy spot that makes my belly cramp in the best way, his mouth pulling my breast free of its lacey cup, and a long, flickering tongue curling over my nipple as his thumb seeks out my clit.
“Stay right there,” Boggie whispers.
“Where are you going?” I ask, confusion in my voice.
“Down.”
Idon’t know if Kelly realizes that I can see in the dark, and I don’t want to explain it right now.
