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Chapter Four

Claire

It’s like an entirely new way to experience sex. Okay, that’s a silly thing for me to say since I’ve only had sex a half dozen times and all with the same boy when we were in high school and stupid kids. For all I know this is a run of the mill way to experience sex. However, I can promise you that it’s a brand-new way formeto experience sex. That’s something I can promise you!

This is the first time I’ve ever experienced an orgasm with something inside of my pussy. I never came with that boy even though I kind of enjoyed the sex with him. All of the orgasms I’ve ever had before now were from masturbation. I just rubbed myself to a climax back before I bought myself one of those wand vibrators for my twentieth birthday. After that, I mostly use the vibrator.

I think it was then, when I was twenty, that I realized I’m not the kind of girl to have a fulfilling social life. When I bought it, I thought the thing would pretty much be the only boyfriend I would have had for a while. I wasn’t bitter about it. I just had priorities that seemed more important to me than a social life.Anyway, the wand vibrator delivered powerful vibrations but no penetration.

The point is I’ve never had an orgasm and penetration at the same time even though I’ve experienced both of those things apart from one another. I have to tell you that I’m shocked at how good it all feels. I can promise you if I knew before what penetration does to an orgasm, I’d have experienced it.

Wow.

I just keep going on and on, don’t I?

Well, this is a pretty significant moment for me, so I apologize if I seem a little too worked up over everything. I don’t think I can handle it even if I ought to. I just can’t get over how different it is to have my pussy filled up when I’m cumming. I guess for people who are used to having sex regularly, this is no big deal at all. It’s a really big deal for me, though.

I can feel my pussy clamping and releasing his shaft. It does it constantly but irregularly. Wait. That sounds like a contradiction. What I mean is that my pussy clamps his shaft, lets go, clamps, lets go… Like that. But it doesn’t do it in a rhythm, I mean it’s like Clamp. Clamp. Clampclampclamp! Clamp! Clamp. Clampclamp… … … Clampclamp.

Yeah, I’m not doing a good job explaining it but I guess the point is that my pussy is going crazy around his cock, which I just love having inside of me. As he thrusts, I lose myself in the sensations. It’s a good thing that I kind of move automatically because it means that I’m not just lying here like an inflatable doll.

On the contrary, I’m moaning and squealing. I say his name now and then. My hands move all over his back and I wriggle around beneath him.Again, it’s not a decision but I kind of just do it. It happens without any active decision on my part. I guess I just do what feels good.

I end up with a leg hooked over his butt and I use the leg to pull myself up against his thrusts. I have never been like this before. Okay, sure, the last time I had sex was years ago and I was a teenager having sex with a teenager so there are a lot of reasons I wasn’t like this before. I wasn’t sleeping with a god of a fireman, for one thing. I wasn’t cumming like there’s not tomorrow.

“Brady,” I whisper as I freeze up. I freeze because I feel my body gearing up. Again!

I shriek suddenly, “Brady!” as another orgasm or maybe just an intense explosion from the same orgasm hits me hard.My excitement seems to directly hit Brady because he starts thrusting into me faster and faster. I figure he must be close.

Even as my orgasm overpowers me, I feel desperate for things to be good for him. I try to move in a way that will make things better for him. I hook both legs around him now, and I pull him to me while I lift my hips to meet his thrusts with more power than before.I mean, I’m just assuming this will make things good for him but it seems to work.

I think I sense him about to explode and I reach a hand up to stroke his face. He looks at me, his eyes searing into mine. We move against each other and then he kisses me hard. He moves tongue in my mouth, and it matches the timing of his cock’s thrusts. That gives me the strangest and most amazing sense of pleasure. It seems to rocket through my center as he moves in me.

Then, Brady pushes himself to a position where he’s sitting upright, dragging my body along with him so that I’m off the bed. With a power I didn’t know I had; I pull myself up to sit in his lap as he drives that massive shaft into me.

I wrap my arms around his neck and just hold on. He grips my waist and powers into me until, finally, his body shudders as he thrusts deep into me and cums. It’s intense as it can be. It’sbreathtaking, the power of our climaxes mingled together, and I cannot stop shaking.

We hold each other and kiss until the tremors inside of me fade. I slowly slip off his lap and we fall back onto the bed. I can’t say how long it is before I speak but it’s a while. I eventually turn to Brady and smile. “Well, I could use a shower.”

He chuckles and I think it is the first time I’d ever describe laughter like that, but it was. It was chuckling.We get up and walk to the restroom, holding hands and pressing against each other. It feels like (and I don’t think this is just hopeful thinking) he’s reluctant to lose physical contact and, as we step into the shower’s spray, that contact becomes heated again.

This time we go slower, taking our time to explore. His hands roam over me, tracing a childhood scar from a bike fall I took when being chased by a bully. I brush my hands over his face, pressing away the worry line between his eyes.The sex is slower but the impact is as powerful. I don’t know how I can compare it to anything other than to say it is beautiful.

We finish in the shower, energized but even more exhausted. Yeah, I don’t know how I can be energized and exhausted at the same time but I am. We walk back to my rumpled bed and climb on. He pulls me to him and I curl into his side, my head lifted onto his chest.

And we sleep.

The next morning, we seemed to awake at the same time, like our bodies knew the other was ready. We kiss and grab each other, our exploration of the night before becoming a hungry need.

And all I can think about is how complete I feel in his arms.

Chapter Five

Brady

This situation is strange for me. I have enjoyed more than my share of human women. Shifters, in general, are more physically fit than purely human men. So, we tend to have very nice bodies. Lions are perhaps the handsomest of the shifters. Bears look like mountain men. Wolves look like dark action heroes. Tigers look aristocratic and a little haughty. Lions tend to look like handsome businessmen. It’s just our nature. The point is that there is no shortage of companionship for me.

The companionship I often enjoy, however, is entirely unlike Claire. The girl is perfect. Not only is she lovelier but she’s brilliant, too. I enjoyed my time with her far more than any other, and it has nothing to do with her level of experience or skill when it comes to sex. She seemed inexperienced, in a way, just overwhelmed and wide-eyed and happy about everything.

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