Page 15 of Once Upon a Rec Center Wish
After he set the dishes on the counter, he stood beside me and ran his fingers through my hair, leaving my scalp tingling. “Because it’s a connection like no other. And I have a feeling we were meant to be, that there is a reason you were near the meadow at the exact time I made my wish.”
I gulped. Falco was so sure about me and him. I wished I shared his confidence.
He held out his hand. “Come. Let’s go to the bedroom and I’ll show you how it’s done.”
“Right now?” My heart pounded so fast, I felt it in my ears. “Shouldn’t we wait until we digest our food?”
He gave me the same endearing smile I saw Nelson give his kids. Did he find my nervousness amusing?
“You didn’t eat very much. I want to do this now, so you can stop being so distressed.” He squeezed my biceps. “Maybe you’ll work up the appetite you seem to be missing.”
“Okay.” I took his hand as sweat beaded across my skin. As much time as I spent in this body, there was still so much I didn’t know about it. And about Falco’s.
Once we reached the bedroom, he dropped my hand and removed the clothes he wore. I stared in awe at his tiny outer-worlder body. Aside from a smattering of curls across his chest, he only had curly hair around his penis, the hair on his head always as straight as the trunk of a tree. And he appeared even more delicate, his ribs and shoulder bones visible under his skin. I didn’t want to break him.
When he crawled onto the bed, I momentarily considered leaving. How would it look if I brought harm to an outer-worlder?
But Falco crooked his finger at me. “Come here. Touch me. Get to know my body.”
As my worry amplified, I struggled to keep the magic inside me, to maintain my human form. I didn’t want to shift while in the process of mating with Falco. With an uneasy nod, I forced my feet forward. One step at a time, until I reached the edge of the bed. I sat beside him but didn’t know what to do next.
“Give me your hand,” he said gently, not making me feel foolish for my inexperience.
He brought my hand up to his cheek before he sucked one of my fingers into his mouth.
I gasped, immediately reminded of another part of my body that had been in his mouth earlier. My cock stiffened, and the desire inside me began to overtake my hesitation.
He smiled as he ran the tips of my fingers down his chest. Then he set my hand over his penis. “Feel me. Get to know what my cock feels like in your hand.”
I took him the way he’d held me, with a gentle grip and long, slow strokes. When he hardened in my palm, I couldn’t help the pride I felt. I had found a way to arouse him. “Is this mating?”
He moaned before lifting himself onto his forearms. “No, not yet. This is foreplay.”
“Foreplay.” I let the word roll over my tongue. “Foreplay leads to mating?”
“Yes.” He sat up before grabbing me around the waist and tugging me onto the bed beside him. Far more strength than I’d imagined he had. “But let’s try some more foreplay first.”
More foreplay? I had a lot to learn. He pressed his body against me and tucked his knee between my legs. Holding me close, he brought his lips to mine before he gave me another kiss. This time, he didn’t let up and I kissed him back. The buzz in my body spread and my inhibitions slipped away. I held Falco close to me and he cupped the back of my head. With his tongue, he slipped into my mouth, enticing me to meet his with mine. The connection was rousing, making me curious about the bond we would feel when actually mating.
I became lost in the sensations, enjoying the rush at being in such close contact with Falco. He made me forget everything else as I succumbed to him.
I didn’t know he’d rolled me onto my back until he pulled away and straddled my waist. I gasped, getting air instead of breathing him in. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” He shook his head, his cheeks flushed and lips swollen. “I think we’re ready to mate. Are you okay with that?”
“Yes.” I nodded, only a pinch left of the nervousness I’d felt earlier. Yet a stronger need filled me, one that vibrated from deep within.
Falco reached into the drawer of the nightstand I had built for him. After withdrawing a bottle, he poured some of the liquid inside onto his palm before rubbing his hands together. “I’ve been told that after we go through the mating ceremony, I will produce slick on my own. Until then, I need lubrication in order for you to slide nicely inside me. Without this, mating will hurt.”
“Oh.” The last thing I wanted was for him to experience any pain during our encounter. “How much do you need? What do you want me to do?”
He smiled as he encircled my penis in his palm and spread the viscous liquid across my shaft. “Let me put this on you, and if you want to reach around and put some on the pucker of skin in between my ass cheeks, that would really help.”
“Okay.” Sitting up, I took the bottle and repeated the same motions as Falco before holding him closer to find the spot he mentioned. As I rubbed the entrance to the hole he described, Falco moaned, leaning into my chest.
I went to pull away, but he grabbed my wrist and held it there.
“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?” I didn’t know what to think of his reaction.
