Page 44 of Chomp's Challenge

I don’t hesitate to sit with my back against the tub’s edge and pull her between my legs. She rests against me, facing outward, and the wicked thoughts that enter my head are carnal and lust-filled. “Rest your head back. Relax.”

She listens. Her obedience and trust fill my heart to overflowing.

I pick up the loofah and pour soap into it, reaching for her arm. With care, I begin to wash her, going slow, but also making it clear that I plan to do her entire body.

“That feels nice,” she murmurs. Hearing the breathiness of her voice tells me I’m doing it right.

I finish both arms and move to her neck, dragging the loofah over her shoulders and neck, then move to her breasts, taking care to cleanse them before I massage the globes, teasing her as I hold the sponge in one hand and play with her nipples with the other.

Gyrating, she begins to make breathy noises that only encourage me further. I pull the loofah below the water’s surface and brush it across her belly before dipping between her silky thighs. When I touch her center, she jolts. That’s when I pause because I know it’s a big adjustment.

“Breathe,” I remind her. “It’s you and me. Just us, my mate.”

She reaches for the loofah and takes it from me, flinging it to the corner as I chuckle. “I want you to touch me. Right here. Show me what tenderness feels like, Chomp.”

My heart nearly stutters. I want to give her everything. Be all that she’ll ever desire or need.

Don’t screw this up, Chomp, my gator hisses.

My fingers gently part her folds, sliding through the slick arousal I can tell apart from the bath water. She wants me, and it’s all the encouragement I need apart from her permission. I touch her clit first, gliding over the sensitive bundle of nerves as her breath catches. “How does that feel?” I ask, slowly rubbing in a circle.

“Good.”

“And this?” I slide a finger down until I’m at the entrance to her pussy, pushing the single digit inside.

“Oh,” she gasps.

I begin to glide in and out, adding another finger. If I had her on the bed, I’d be feasting on her pussy at the same time, licking and sucking her clit until she came on my lips. And it’ll happen soon, whether it’s tonight or not.

I know she’s enjoying it when her hips begin to move, pumping into my fingers as I continue filling her. I angle my hand so that I can thrust into her while I use the other to strum her sweet spot. I’m agonizingly hard, like fucking granite, and my control is being tested. Fuck. Every little breath and sigh, each moan is etching itself into my brain. I want to memorize every fucking sound she makes when she’s turned on and coming. I need to be inside her and feel the silken walls of her pussy clench around me.

We need to mate her! Now! My gator insists.

Lust is fogging my brain, but it’s the urgency I feel to complete my bond with Ariel that’s driving me the hardest. I can feel my fingers twitching and my claws fighting to come out. The feral need to give her my mark and my cum is pressing on me hard. My gator is about to lose this battle, and we both know it has to be consensual to mate.

Ariel’s hands grip my arms as water sluices over the edge of the tub. Our bodies are moving in tandem as my fingers plunge and her cry of ecstasy fills the room. I feel her clamp down on my fingers, and I’m not the least bit ashamed when I release a little of my seed into the tub with her. It’s nothing compared to how much I’ll fill her with soon, but it takes off the edge, helping me focus on her and her pleasure again.

I’ve never wanted a woman as badly as I want Ariel right now.

She trembles in my arms and then turns as I slide my fingers from her, ready for whatever she needs. It’s her kiss that surprises me as her arms wrap around my shoulders, sliding upward to bury in my hair. The feel of her soft breasts pressing to my chest is euphoric. We kiss for long minutes, tasting one another, tangling our tongues, and feeling a connection that solidifies our bond.

Her legs straddle my waist. One thigh rests over each side of my hips. When her hot core and warm lips are both connecting with me, I groan. This is fucking heaven.

Mate her! Gator bellows.

“Chomp?”

“Yes, my mate?” I answer without hesitation as our lips remain close, brushing together as she speaks.

“I want to go all the way. Right now.”

“You’re sure?”

She nods.

“But I think I want to stay like this. Right here in the water.”

“Where you’re in control and on top,” I guess.

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