Page 40 of I Married A Catman

Lips parted, eyes hooded, I stared back at him with what I knew would be a lascivious expression. Visibly reassured, Gaelec gave me a smug smile laced with something a little dangerous, like a predator preemptively enjoying the feast he was going to make out of his prey. Eyes still locked with mine, my mate gently flicked his thumb over my clit, studying my responses to his touch. I closed my eyes and threw my head back, my bodyjerking with blissful spasms as each stroke sent a lightning bolt up my spine.

He gradually increased the pressure as well as the speed of his movements. Simultaneously, one of his fingers began probing my slit. It no sooner found its way inside than I cried out, swept away by my orgasm. I had not expected to fall apart this quickly, but then I never thought he could have gotten me so insanely aroused. In a way, it was almost surprising I hadn’t gone off right when he first touched my clit.

Even as I flew high, I felt his lips resuming their journey down my body while his thumb pursued its wondrous assault on my little nub. He only relented once I finally started coming back down. Still partially dazed, I opened my eyes, my eyelids weighing a ton as I peered at my husband. My stomach did a somersault when I found him staring at my crotch with a mesmerized expression.

Just like I had done, he examined me with fascination, but thankfully with an expression that did not hint at any type of revulsion or unease. His flat, feline nostrils flared. I immediately felt self-conscious that he should be inhaling my scent down there. But the starved look that descended over his features, accompanied by a grumbling sound of approval had my inner walls contracting again.

Leaning forward, he rubbed his face against my inner thighs while inhaling deeply. An even louder growl rose from his throat as he caressed my legs with both hands. He slipped them behind my knees and then parted me open wider. I couldn’t remember ever feeling this exposed and vulnerable. But any urge to squirm died in a voluptuous moan when Gaelec dove in and gave me one long lick from the bottom of my slit all the way over my clit.

“My mate,” Gaelec growled, his voice so deep and gravelly his words were barely intelligible. But it was the hunger in his voice that had my toes curling again.

It was as if something had broken inside him, and he began to devour me in a frenzy as if he were famished. I cried out, my hand fisting in his mane, and my hips gyrating beneath him. The roughness of his tongue was driving me to the verge of insanity. It was too good, too intense. An inferno was raging inside me, threatening to send me spiraling down another chasm of endless bliss.

He slipped his finger back inside me, soon adding a second one. Moving them in and out of me, he scissored them on their way out stretching me in the process. Just as I was nearing the edge again, my mate inserted a third finger. It was a tighter fit, and yet my body shouted for more. Even with his hand making love to me, I was aching to be properly filled, for him to wreck me with that alien cock of his.

He crooked his fingers, hitting my sweet spot just the right way. I couldn’t tell if it had simply been that perfect timing as I was already about to topple over, or if the rough padding of his fingers brushing against my G spot—or maybe a combination of all of the above—was responsible, but I went off like a rocket.

I shouted his name, and my head rolled from side to side. I was burning from within, waves upon waves of ecstasy crashing over me as he continued to make me see stars. I vaguely felt him inserting a fourth finger. I was too far gone to fully assess any discomfort that it caused but by the time I came back to reality, Gaelec was now kneeling between my thighs and licking my essence off his fingers with an almost menacing look in his stunning blue eyes.

My pulse picked up with a mix of fear and excitement. The moment of truth had finally come. He settled on top of me spreading my legs wider as he did so. It took me a moment to understand why it felt a little awkward. And then it dawned on me. Nazhral normally coupled doggie style, with the female on all fours.

My chest warmed with affection and gratitude for how attentive Gaelec was in his efforts to please me. He had likely read that missionary was the standard, comfortable position for humans. It meant the world to me that he would put my needs first.

“Do you accept me, my mate,” Gaelec asked, his eyes locked with mine.

That he would take the time to confirm my consent even now turned me upside down. How was he so fucking perfect? I smiled and nodded.

“Yes, Gaelec. I accept you,” I said, my throat constricted.

I melted further when he kissed my lips even as he began pushing himself inside me. As expected, it was a tight fit. He didn’t have to tell me that the kiss was meant to distract me from the inevitable discomfort. As wet as he had gotten me, and in spite of his self-lubrication, my body resisted his invasion after only a few centimeters. With shallow thrusts, he gradually worked his way in.

Breaking the kiss, he buried his face in my neck. I could feel him clench his teeth as he bunched up his muscles, his entire body tense undoubtedly from his effort to rein himself in. Seeing how sensitive his spikes were, it had to be torture for him right now having them so tightly squeezed by my inner walls as they continued to deny him full access. I caressed his back while silently willing my body to start cooperating.

Moments later, it finally complied.

I gasped at the sudden burn as he went from halfway in to fully sheathed. His face still buried in my neck, Gaelec emitted a long and drawn out, almost feral growl. It was terrifyingly sexy. I could almost feel him shaking in my arms as he continued to force himself to remain still as I adjusted to his girth.

He mumbled something unintelligible, the sound too muffled for me to make out his words before he finally startedmoving. I thought that first stroke would kill me. Lord almighty, those spikes were wrecking me. It wasn’t just the amazing added sensation they provided, but it was the way they wrecked the hell out of my G-spot both on the way in and out as they brushed against it with deadly accuracy.

In no time, Gaelec had me writhing beneath him. Liquid flames coursed through my veins. Each thrust wrested one voluptuous moan after another from me. My nerve endings were ablaze as he took me to new heights. Seeming to struggle with his own overwhelming pleasure, my mate picked up the pace, taking me harder and deeper. His heavy breathing in my ears, the sound of our moans mingling and of our flesh meeting quickly had me drowning in an ocean of ecstasy. It didn’t build slowly and gradually, but it came at me like a tidal wave, ready to destroy everything in its path.

And destroy me, it did.

My orgasm slammed into me with a violence that left me reeling. I cried out, my inner walls clamping down on his massive cock even as he pounded into me. Gaelec roared. For a brief moment, I thought he had also given into his own release, but he continued to wreck me as I tumbled down the endless void of bliss.

Before I could fully recover, my mate suddenly pulled away from me. The room spun as he flipped me onto my stomach. With one swift movement, he pulled up my hips, my face still pressed against the mattress, and he rammed himself in from behind with one powerful thrust. I cried out again, feeling full to bursting.

He immediately set a punishing pace. I tried to push myself up to be on all fours, but Gaelec pushed me back down. To my shock, I felt the heat of his chest settle over my back, and then his teeth clamped down on my nape. They didn’t pierce my skin,but I instantly understood the unspoken command for me to stay still and submit.

I gladly complied.

Even as he fucked me senseless, Gaelec continued to caress my body and to fondle my breasts. When the rough pad of his fingers found their way to my clit, I fell apart once again. This time, he joined his voice to mine. His seed shot out into me in what felt like even more powerful spurts then when I had gone down on him. He continued to rock in and out of me, his movement a bit erratic while his hands on my hips tightened almost into a bruising hold as he filled me to the brim.

Once fully spent, he collapsed on top of me before turning us to the side. With his cock still buried deep inside me, his chest pressed against my back, my mate held me tightly into his embrace, his tail wrapping possessively around me.

My throat constricted when he once again rubbed his temple against mine, marking me with his scent. Too wrecked to move or otherwise react, I snuggled against him, feeling safe and sheltered, surrounded by his strong body.

Iwoke up the next morning feeling wonderfully sore. The fact that we had a couple more rounds that night certainly played a part in it. I would have to send Kayog a thank you note about his insistence the couple should have sex on that first night.

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