Page 39 of I Married A Catman

Ophelia

Although my husband took the expression ‘being hung like a horse’ to a whole new level, I was actually having a blast going down on him. I’d always been rather lukewarm about fellatio. Aside from hygiene—or rather the lack thereof—a man’s inability to restrain himself once things got a little heated could be quite the buzzkill. Getting my tonsils smashed in by a guy getting a little too excited and thrusting into my face was not exactly my definition of fun.

Considering Gaelec’s insane girth, I was surprised to have even been able to take any parts of him in my mouth. In truth, after seeing the tree trunk between his thighs, I initially ruled out any possibility of doing that. But the incredibly delicious aroma that wafted from him made my mouth water too much not to at least give it a try.

Had he not mentioned self-lubrication, I would have wondered if that intoxicating scent wasn’t some kind of pheromone. Maybe it acted as both. Either way, the spicy sweet smell that drew me in ended up tasting like the perfect blend ofpomegranate and ginger. The only thing missing was a dab of vodka and some crushed ice to have me sipping on him all day long.

Merde!My man tasted gooood!

Even though I couldn’t take too much of him in my mouth, it was enough to have him going wild for me. Each of his growls resonated straight in my clit. The texture of his spikes was just the perfect level of hard yet pliable against my tongue. Imagining how it would feel inside me had my inner walls contracting in anticipation.

Even should his self-lubrication not act as some sort of pheromone, I was pretty convinced it was at least some form of aphrodisiac. My tongue and lips slightly tingled from the light spiciness. But the longer I bobbed over him, the stronger the throbbing grew between my thighs. My nipples were so hard, they actually started hurting. Even my clit felt insanely swollen. I could almost feel my pulse beating down there.

To think I feared the lack of attraction between us!

Watching him get hard for me had been insanely intoxicating. As he growled and moaned under my ministrations, Gaelec was gripping the blankets so hard that he was nearly shredding them to pieces. It made me feel like a freaking sex goddess. I wanted to see him fall apart for me. I took him as deep as humanly possible—which sadly was only past his spikes—and compensated by stroking the rest of his length with my hand. I accelerated my movements as his legs began to shake and the muscles of his thighs and abdomen contracted spasmodically.

Wanting to increase his pleasure, I decided to rake my teeth along the sensitive spikes right below the head of his cock. I barely even finished the movement before he yanked my head back with brutal force. The savage roar he emitted completely drowned my yelp of surprise. It quickly gave way to a startledgasp when his seed shot out in powerful spurts, splattering all over my chest.

Although that outcome had been predictable, I remained kneeling there, gaping with a mix of shock and awe. But it was mostly the look of pure bliss on Gaelec’s face that claimed all my attention.

My man was hot!

Seeing his eyes all but rolling to the back of his head as he struggled to regain his composure did crazy things to me. To think my touch had made him fall apart like that!

Gaelec blinked and half-groggily pushed himself up on his elbows to look at me. The look of horror on his face upon seeing me drenched in his seed would have been hilarious if it hadn’t been so stinking adorable.

“By the spirits! I’m sorry!” he exclaimed, shooting to a sitting position.

He yanked the towel he’d still been half sitting on and quickly proceeded to wipe the mess off me while multiplying the apologies. I giggled while telling him all was fine, but he still looked mortified. Considering most of it actually landed on my babydoll, it wasn’t like I personally was soaking in it.

“Stop apologizing, you silly goose,” I said with a grin. “You climaxing for me is the best compliment. I would have been devastated had I failed to pleasure you.”

“Be that as it may, I should have pleasured you first,” he growled.

He tugged on the string tying it between my breasts and carefully pulled the sullied garment off me, and then realized there actually only were a couple of spots on me, which he quickly wiped.

“The night is young, Gaelec. I’m sure we can get to that soon enough. But first, we need to get you back up,” I saidmischievously while casting a meaningful glance at his partially deflated cock.

I loved how bold and carefree I acted around him. Normally, I tended to be a lot more reserved and follow the man’s lead. But with Gaelec, I felt inexplicably at ease, like I could be the true self that too often I reined back in to meet expectations or to avoid making waves.

“Oh, no you don’t,” he snarled in a menacing fashion that had my girly bits standing to attention when I tried to reach for his length.

He grabbed my wrist, shoving it aside, then picked me up by my waist as if I weighed no more than a toddler, and tossed me on top of the bed. I laughed some more, excited to have him take charge in such a commanding fashion. Gaelec had this wonderful duality within him, shy and gentle on one end, dominant and fearless on the other. Both of which had me tingling in all the right places.

He climbed on top of me, holding his weight on his forearm, then leaned down to kiss me. My heart leapt in my chest to see him so determined to grow comfortable with something he knew pleased me. His nose still twitched a little, but once again not as much as the first couple of times. He was quickly figuring out which angle to use for it to be less ticklish for him.

I was also taking notes.

Obviously, I wouldn’t push for deepening the kiss anytime soon. But hopefully, we’d eventually get there. For now, I gladly gave myself over to my husband’s gentle exploration of me. His hands were everywhere at once, caressing and fondling every inch of my body. The slightly rougher texture of the pads at the tips of his fingers further enhanced each sensation, sending delicious shivers down my spine.

As I had done with him, he brushed his lips over my face. But he didn’t just cover my cheeks and forehead with kisses, he alsooccasionally tilted his head to the side and rubbed his temple against my face, marking me. When his mouth followed a path down to the crook of my neck, he inhaled deeply. The way he purred in approval at my scent had my toes instantly curling. He licked me in that spot, right below my ear, at the corner of the jaw. It was as if he’d known how sensitive it was for me specifically. The rough texture of his tongue had me moaning with delight.

I didn’t know if he had read up on preliminaries, was following the general example from how I had explored him, or if he was just naturally gifted, but Gaelec was doing a wondrous job of touching me in all the right places and with the perfect devotion and intensity to have me soaking wet and needy.

The wretched male nearly had me climaxing just from his tongue paying homage to my painfully hard nipples. Feeling the sharp tips of his fangs grazing over my left nipple sent a thrill down my spine. A part of me wanted to keep his head right there while his hands continued to boldly caress my body. But when the left one ventured between my thighs, my mind went blank.

I couldn’t process the intensity of the sensations he was stirring within me. A strangled cry escaped me when the rough pad of his thumb grazed over my engorged little nub. My hips jerked, and my hands in his mane tightened. He stopped kissing my stomach to look up at me, his thumb on my clit pausing its movement as he studied my reaction.

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