Page 38 of I Married A Catman

By the Gods, she was so warm and incredibly soft. I never imagined anything could be silkier than perfectly groomed fur. But this exceeded anything I could have imagined. She shivered again as I greedily caressed her back, feeling so bold as to let my hands glide all the way down to the round curves of her behind. The underwear she wore was but a tiny string that disappeared between the seam of her rear, leaving the entire softness of each plump cheek exposed for me to explore.

Then my mate straightened and pushed against my shoulders. On instinct, I initially resisted before giving in when she insisted. She rewarded me with a smile as I lay down on my back, flicking my tail to the side to avoid crushing it under me.

The hungry way with which Ophelia’s gaze roamed over my body awakened a dull throbbing between my thighs. My mate was truly drawn to me. I never realized what a potent aphrodisiac it could be. She caressed and kissed every inch of my chest and stomach. When she lingered around my nipples, licking and nipping at them, my blood instantly rushed to my groin. No one had ever done this to me. I didn’t know if this was her subtle way of showing me the type of attentions she wanted in return, but it certainly showed me how pleasurable having one’s breasts fondled could be.

My stomach knotted when her dainty fingers started fiddling with the knot I made to secure the towel around my waist. It took her a little longer than normal because she wasn’t looking at what her hands were doing as her face was still pressed against my stomach while her tongue tickled and teased my navel.

I fleetingly considered stopping her and taking over. After all, as her mate, I had a duty to see to her pleasure first. I almost did just that before it dawned on me that, as much pleasure as I derived from her attentions, this was a necessary step forOphelia to familiarize herself with my body. In turn, it would help alleviate the remaining fears she no doubt still held.

My breath hitched, and my spine stiffened as the thick fabric of the towel parted, leaving me exposed. My mate, who had been crawling backwards as she kissed a path down my body, gracefully slid down the bed and knelt between my parted legs. Heart pounding, I studied her expression as she examined my cock with a look that equally screamed shock and wonder.

Although I was still nowhere near erect, my cock was no longer fully flaccid either, thanks to how her caresses and kisses stirred me. But before worry could have it go limp again, Ophelia licked her lips in a way that whipped the fire in my loins back into action.

“Putain!”she whispered with awe.

There’s that word again. Does it mean ‘Wow!’ or something else along those lines?

Ophelia reaching for my cock with one hand slapped any such thought right out of my brain. My abdominal muscles constricted painfully when the tip of her index finger started tracing one of the two vertical ridges that framed the underside of my cock from the base up to two thirds of my shaft. But the moment she brushed it over the row of spikes right below the head of my cock, I emitted a low hiss through my clenched teeth.

My mate immediately yanked her hand away, her eyes darting towards mine with a glimmer of panic.

“Sorry!” she exclaimed with an air of guilt. “Did that hurt?”

“No,” I said in a grumbling voice as my cock throbbed. “It’s just sensitive.”

“Sensitive as in painful?” she asked hesitantly, while I felt the urge to grab her hand and put it right back on my needy length.

“No, not painful at all. It’s very pleasant,” I said in a controlled voice.

Ophelia instantly relaxed, her smile returning and illuminating her lovely face.

“Oh, pleasant is good! Very good!” she said before doing it again.

I clenched my teeth as blood rushed to my groin. My mate’s grin broadened as my cock hardened in seconds as she continued to stroke my highly erogenous spikes.

“Houlà!Pleasant indeed,” she said triumphantly.

In that instant, whatever tension still lingered faded away. Although my excessively long period of abstinence could have been the cause for me having such a strong response to that intimate touch, I didn’t believe it was the case. Ophelia was the one turning me on. The way she touched and looked at me made me crave more… from her and no one else. The strengthening scent of her own arousal was also whipping my blood into a frenzy. And watching her nipples pebble and then poke against the sheer fabric of her lingerie only made me even harder.

I inhaled sharply as her hand closed around the base of my shaft, and she slowly started stroking me. A blissful growl tumbled out in me from the delightful warmth of her palm, and its insane softness against my length. I fisted the blanket on top of the bed to help me remain stoic as my mate had her way with me. As pleasure built in my loins, I closed my eyes to will myself to refrain from giving in to the intense pleasure her touch gave me, especially when her hand ran over my spikes.

Big mistake.

The darkness only seemed to enhance every sensation, which nearly had me spilling. I snapped my eyes open again at the same time a silky sensation caressed my thighs. To my shock, I lifted my head just in time to see Ophelia leaning over my groin. The long strands of her hair brushing against me felt like rolda—the most luxurious and softest fabric in the land.

Poking her tongue out, my mate licked my spikes. A sharp cry escaped me as a bolt of fire exploded in my loins. I nearly lost all control.

“Ophelia,” I growled, my voice sounding almost beastly to my own ears as I battled to restrain myself. “You must stop. I won’t be able to—”

The rest of my sentence died in a strangled shout, halfway between a growl and a cry. As if fearing I would stop her, Ophelia opened her mouth wide to swallow as much of my cock as possible. An endless string of moans and growls tumbled out of me as she began to bob over me. My entire body was on fire as the lava in the pit of my stomach spread down my legs and up my chest. Despite her hand being too small to fully wrap around my shaft, she closed it tightly at the base, stroking me in counterpoint to the movement of her mouth on me.

I needed her to stop even as I prayed that she wouldn’t. My brain stopped functioning from the insane pleasure crashing over me. I felt on the verge of combusting. The little voice at the back of my head trying to shame me for being on the receiving end instead of catering to my female’s needs was buried by the sound of my blood pounding in my ears and the endless flow of bliss sweeping me away.

And then Ophelia raked her teeth on my spikes.

My spine seized, and a blinding light exploded before my eyes. I roared. And in a split second of lucidity, I yanked my woman’s head away from my cock as liquid ecstasy shot out of me.

Chapter 9

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