Page 62 of I Married A Catman

She chuckled and pressed herself against me. “You had better, because I like you lots.”

I kissed her lips again, the tender emotion that had been taking root in my heart growing further.

“Are we going to start our own Pride or just live like hermits?” Ophelia asked softly as we began to rinse each other.

“Just the two of us will be difficult,” I conceded, “unless we move to the city, which I would rather not. Some of the older males here would gladly follow me if I wanted to start my own camp.”

“Not a Pride?” Ophelia asked. “You wouldn’t want some females to tag along?”

I hesitated. “To be honest, I doubt any of them would want to come. But it’s not going to be an issue for what I have in mind.”

“All right. But where would we go?”

“There’s lots of land available,” I said with confidence. “It is open for any Pride or nomads to claim. Most people avoid certain areas because there is no infrastructure, and they do not possess the skills to develop them. I learned a lot on Molvi. And thanks to the credits Lord Amreth sheltered from Rozel’s greedy hands, I have enough of a starter fund for us to acquire the basics that we will need.”

“I have my own savings and many contacts among intergalactic charitable organizations who could help us find affordable stuff. We could build a dream Pride! Or camp, however you want to call it,” she amended sheepishly.

I smiled, a spark of hope and excitement I had not felt in a long time surging within me. “Yeah, I think we can create something amazing.”

Her eyes flicked between mine with a sliver of suspicion. “You’ve been planning this for a while, haven’t you?”

It was my turn to give her a sheepish expression. “I fantasized about it many times over the years, and even more so since my return. To me, it was just that, a wild dream that I had fun trying to sort out the details of, even knowing that it would never come true. And then you came into my life. It was the final push I needed to make the jump.”

“Me?!” she exclaimed, stunned.

I nodded. “You made me realize that I really don’t want to live in a place that tries to dictate who I can be with, how I must live, and whom I may love. I refuse to stay somewhere I’m not valued or wanted for who I am instead of just what I have to offer. You make me feel worthy of love and respect.”

“Because you are,” she said with a conviction that messed with my head.

“My beautiful mate,” I whispered before claiming her lips.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, her fingers sinking into the wet strands of my mane as lukewarm water continued to rain down on us. Her lips parted beneath mine, and my tongue immediately answered the invitation. The arousal that had abated during our conversation came back in force. My cock hardened as my hands began roaming over her again, but this time with a much different intent than when I was washing her.

Ophelia moaned against my lips and pressed her pelvis against me. But our height difference had my shaft pressing against her stomach instead. I lifted her up and she instantly wrapped her legs around my waist. To my surprise, keeping herself propped up with one arm around my neck, my woman slipped the other one between us to stroke me. I hissed againsther mouth as intense pleasure immediately built in my loins. My mate quickly realized that she only had to start twisting her wrist as she stroked the spiked section of my cock to have me cresting in no time.

Refusing to let her one up me, I took a couple of steps towards the tiled shower wall and pressed her back against it for additional support. Holding her with one arm under her bum, I also snuck my fingers between us to rub her clit. Finding her already wet for me had me burning with too much impatience to settle for long preliminaries.

To my shock, Ophelia appeared to be on the same wavelength as I was. I’d barely given her little nub a few rubs before she was pushing my hand aside with the back of hers and then aligning my head with her slit. A part of me wanted to argue that she needed more preparation, but the other was more than happy to oblige.

I barely started pushing myself in before my female brutally jerked her hips down, impaling herself on my cock. We both cried out at the burn, and Ophelia buried her face in my neck and then bit me with her blunt teeth. It was hard enough to sting, but not enough to break skin.

However, it broke something else in me.

I didn’t give her the time to adjust to me. I willed more of my self-lubrication to exude to help compensate a little for the lack of proper preparation, and immediately began to move inside her. My pace quickly picked up as I thrust deeper into her. Ophelia clawed at my back, spurring me on with her moans and the throaty way she whispered my name.

In no time, I was pounding into her, my blood boiling with an insatiable passion, as she squeezed my length from all sides, electric sparks steadily firing off from each of my sensitive spikes. Feeling myself nearing the edge, I slightly shifted my angle so that my head would strike her sweet spot first on theway in, before my spikes gave it another rub both going in and out.

Moments later, Ophelia cried out. Her inner walls clamping down on my cock wrested my own climax out of me. I roared and slammed myself in deep as my seed shot out in a blissful flow. The searing heat of her tight sheath continued to contract spasmodically around my length, squeezing every last drop out of me.

Breathing heavily, I pressed my forehead against hers, as our pulses slowly settled down. Lifting my head, I kissed her lips before locking eyes with her. We smiled, the tenderness and a deeper emotion too early to give a name to shining brightly between us.

Not ready to end the deep intimacy of the moment, I buried my face in her neck, and we remained immobile for a moment with the sound of the still raining water as the baseline to our hearts beating as one. Ophelia suddenly stiffening snapped me out of my blissful daze.

“Don’t stop!” she exclaimed in a pleading voice.

I lifted my head to look at her with confusion. “Don’t stop what?”

“You were purring,” she said sheepishly. “It was beautiful.”

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