Page 33 of Can't Help Growling in Love
“I know.” I reach down to readjust my still-hard cock. “But I really want to. I might come again just from tasting you.”
Her resistance melts from her at my words. “Oh. Okay, yeah. I totally get that.”
I lick the seam of her thigh and grin. She twitches, trying to tilt her hips in the direction of my mouth. “I know you do. You got so wet when you were on your knees for me, didn’t you?”
I dip a finger between her pussy lips and groan. Hot wetness envelops me. Spearing first one, then two fingers into her is a careful business. I really need to file back my claws, or I could hurt June. But right now, I need to make her come first.
I lower my mouth to her pussy and taste her directly for the first time. She guides me with her sighs and moans, and I find her clit, listening for her cues. When I lick a long stripe over it, from the opening of her pussy to the very tip of her pussy lips, she relaxes back, but when I focus right on the small, swollen button, her breaths get choppier and her fingers tighten in my fur.
Ah.
Slowly, I feed a finger back inside her pussy and swirl the tip of my tongue over her clit. June whimpers, her hips rocking up, but I still, not wanting her to hurt herself.
“No moving,” I rasp. “Remember?”
“Fuck,” she pants. “I get that, but it feelsreally good, Asher. Your tongue is—I don’t even know. I think its texture is different?Oh God, do that again.Yes!”
I never thought about how my tongue is different in my half form. There are other, more visible changes that occur during a shift, but June seems to appreciate it. Her legs tremble as she climbs toward her release, and her inner muscles squeeze around my finger, so fucking perfect. I pull back my hand and add a second finger because if we’re going to fuck anytime soon, she needs to get used to the girth of me. We’re not nearly there, but we need to do this slowly. She keens softly at the new intrusion, her entire body tense, then accepts me moments later, growing wetter and hotter.
“You’re taking my fingers so well, baby.” I murmur the praise against her pussy, then deliver another lick on her throbbing clit. “You’ll take my knot as well, won’t you?”
“Yes!” she screams, head thrown back in pleasure as her orgasm hits.
She clamps down around me, her knees trying to press closer, but my shoulders are in the way. I lick her clit over and over, drunk on her taste, until she falls back onto the cushions, limp and sated.
Slowly, I remove my fingers from her, then clean her with my tongue, avoiding her oversensitive clit. My cock throbs, the knot pulsing along with my heartbeat, but the need to hold June wins over the impulse to take myself in my hand and come.
I curl over her, and she pulls me close, her arms wrapping around my chest in a surprisingly tight grip. She digs her fingers in the fur on my back and holds on as her breathing returns to normal.
“We should get dressed,” she whispers, her breath warm on my cheek.
I shake my head, nuzzling into her neck. “We should take this to my bed and call in sick for tonight.”
She hums in agreement, but we both know we’ll be doing nothing of the sort. I’ve gleaned enough about June to know thatshe both likes and needs her job, and she’d never just skip out on it without warning. Still, it’s nice to pretend for a moment, and we lie there, naked and sated, sinking deeper into the couch cushions.
After a long while, June lets out a sigh and nudges me to get up. “I’ll shower at home,” she murmurs, then puts on her borrowed sweatpants and hoodie. “And I’ll wash your clothes and return them to you.”
I bite my tongue to keep from blurting out that I want her to shower right here from now on. She’s pulling back, that much is clear. Probably to be expected. But I’m more sure than ever that this is the woman I want. Not because she gave me a fantastic blow job, though that’s definitely on my list of top three things I want to do again, and soon. It’s more than that. My entire being is drawn to her. I can’t stop staring at her, even though she’s hidden her gorgeous body under my too-big clothes.
But when June is dressed and rebraids her hair, she doesn’t move to leave. Instead, she waits for me to put on my sweatpants—my t-shirt is a lost cause, crusted with a truly ridiculous amount of my drying cum—and leans closer for a kiss.
“In case it wasn’t absolutely clear by the two orgasms I had, this wasveryenjoyable for me.” She presses her soft lips to my mouth, her eyelids fluttering closed for a moment. “And I definitely want to do it again.”
I don’t know how she figured out that I was freaking out, but she did. It shouldn’t surprise me—I’m just as attuned to every change in her mood, to every detail of her.
I blow out a long breath. “That’s good to know.”
She snuggles into my side, and I wrap an arm around her, tucking her close. Her breathing evens out, and I think she might be falling asleep.
But she opens her eyes again and peers up at me. “You never finished your story. If you want to share it, that is.”
“Right.” I scrub a hand over the fur on my head, then drop it by my side. “It’s not that interesting? Like you said, there’s no real trauma here, just a sequence of unfortunate events.”
June lifts one eyebrow, waiting me out.
“Um, so I told you about the Academy.” I glance down at her, hoping she might be dozing off, but she’s alert as ever, so I continue, “There was a woman I met at a party at a friend’s house over the summer. We kissed, and I was really into her.”
She makes a humming sound, and I wonder if it’s strange for her to be listening to me talk about my exes—but she did ask about this.
