Kelly lifts her head with one long, slow suck that makes it feel as though the cum is being drained from me and forced higher. I barely hold off.
“There’s one more way to be together,” she reminds me, rolling onto her back, arms reaching for me.
He’s so big, but I’m so ready. Bogdan cocoons me in his wings after I finally shed my bra, and we cuddle with nothing between us, kissing and sharing the taste of each other. A few years ago, I think I would have been grossed out. Now, I’m in love with how intimate it is, and how this is something we’ve saved only for each other. “I am yours.” I cup his face and smile at how adorable he looks in his furry, bat-like form. I can’t wait to wake up beside his human form tomorrow and repeat this, feeling his smooth skin instead of his fur, feeling his human cock sliding deep inside of me, the path already cleared by tonight’s activities.
“I’m all yours, Kell.”
Bogdan lets me guide his cock inside of me, his wings and arms pinned under me at the moment.
The wide head stretches me and finally breaks the slippery tension of my virgin opening with a “pop” of pressure and the rush of his long, thick length filling me.
I think we both meant for it to ease in, but that’s not what happened, and I’m left with stinging eyes and uncomfortable stretching, but then...
Any pain fades when he’s kissing me so insistently, his tongue teasing my lips one second, then my neck. I feel the faint edges of sharp teeth on my breast as my pussy opens up around him. “Ohhh, fuck. Fuck that’s so much. And so good,” I whisper, eyes squeezed shut.
“Too much?”
“No, it’s just right.”
And it is. And so are we. With minimal awkwardness, we seem to fit together, him pulling back and lifting up just when I need him to, and my body aching for him, lifting up to meet him whenever I need to. I’m convinced it’s because we’re both musicians, convinced it’s because our hearts are playing the same silent melody only our bodies can hear.
The rhythm is exquisite, pounding faster and faster as I get wetter and softer around him. I don’t tell Bogdan, but with him being such a scholarly sort, I didn’t think of him as being particularly athletic.
Let’s just say I’m proven wrong. He’s one passionate coil of muscle and energy, but he’s still the same sensitive best friend I fell for.
“My Kelly. My sweet one. Bride! Bride to be. You did say yes, didn’t you?” he whispers, tones taut with passion, but still so excited.
“I did! And I want to get married soon. I want to be together soon, so we can do this every night,” I cry out, arms around his neck as I pull him in and hold him. “Stay, stay,” I hiss as a new sensation starts to roll through me. A different, deeper, more subtle orgasm, with slow, pulsing sensations like the vibrato of a double bass, as compared to the pounding, fiery sensation of my first orgasm.
“Oooh, I can feel you squeezing me. It feels just like you’re licking me, sweetheart. Pussy muscles are so talented.”
“They’re dancing with you. We’re always dancing to our tune,” I sigh as my walls clamp down and I lift my hips again and again, stroking myself at just the right angle.
“Oh. Ohh, Kell... You have to—”
“Ahhh!” I let out a deep, thankful moan as the peak finally hits, and all my muscles tremble before going limp.
It’s only seconds later that I feel Bogdan moving faster and faster inside of me, and sleeping reason reasserts itself. I don’t want to be pregnant—not yet. “Boggie...”
He lurches back with an agonized groan, dripping pink cock sending out a shower of pearlescent cum across my hips and thighs. “Ohhh, oh my God. Kell...”
He collapses on top of me, and I nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck. “That was incredible.”
“For real?”
“For real—twice.”
“I don’t suck?”
“You do not suck except when it comes to that amazing mouth of yours,” I purr, kissing his cheek. “I’m sorry I didn’t think about protection earlier.”
“I should have, but I didn’t want to be presumptuous. I thought we’d talk tonight and maybe after our brunch we’d—we’d have a little afternoon delight.”
“I want to have lots of kids—you know that. Well, what the world considers a lot these days. Three or more—but not until after our wedding.”
“Our wedding. Wow.” He rolls off of me, but I follow him, still in the shelter of one wing.
“Best Halloween treat ever—although I might have to have a little word with you about your tricks, Boggie.” I glare at him with mock scolding.
