Page 25 of Batty About You
I also don’t want to come all over her pretty ocean blue bedspread, but as I shake my pants off my ankles and toss her panties to the floor, I’m afraid that’s what’s going to happen.
She’s gorgeous. The secret spot between her thighs is all glistening shades of pink, coral, and mauve, and I can smell her arousal like a cloud of the best perfume—like the good scents in nature, like being in a flower garden or an orchard—but better.
This smell is a bouquet of hormones and pheromones that I probably couldn’t detect in human form, but in man-bat form, I ache to milk her juices from her and lap them up.
She shudders when my fingers re-enter her, and she gasps when my mouth fastens over her clit.
“Oh, God.”
I suck gently at first, but my instincts don’t have any manners. I want her pussy. I want the juice inside of it, and I want to claim her by pushing my entire cock home and letting her claim me back, marking her with those sweet juices. Of course, I have no idea if I’m doing any of it right, or if that’s what I should do, but it’s what I want to do.
Kelly’s noises start off soft and breathy, but become more insistent as her soft skin rubs against my mouth, hungry for my attention. I feel her hand grip my wing as her legs slide over my shoulders, offering more of herself to me.
Well, I’d be a fool not to accept such a delicious, loving offer. My fingers work harder and faster against her, angling up because that’s what makes her legs clamp around my neck, and my large bat-like ears swivel in delight as I realize her noises have turned into words.
“Bogdan, Bogdan,Bogdan!” An endless loop of pleasure that abruptly ends when she sits up, squeezing her eyes shut andclutching my fur with both hands. “Ohhhh! Oh, oh,madre de Dios, mi amor, mi vida!”
I stay between her legs. As much as I want to look into her eyes and hold her, I also want every last drop of her nectar. My tongue snakes inside and fights its way past trembling walls that are suddenly so much tighter.
“You’re the best, but I need a break,” Kelly whimpers when I’m tempted to start again.
“Sorry, I got carried away.” I sit up and stroke Kelly’s flushed hair away from her face.
“That means it was good, right?” she asks, eyebrows arching as she puffs out an exhausted breath that lifts escaping strands of her wavy dark hair from her cheek.
“Oh, my God. Kelly. Like... It’s addictive.”
She looks so relieved, then thrilled. “Really?”
“Uh-huh.”
“So you weren’t just doing that to be polite?”
“Oh, definitely, definitely, it was all because I’m such a well-mannered man,” I tease, voice heavy with sarcasm. “I intend to be that ‘polite’ every night. No one’s going to go around saying I’m rude.”
Kelly pokes me in the wing. “I won’t stop you. I’ve read about that in books, but... I kind of thought people were lying.”
“It might be the special tongue,” I let it dart across her lips, too late thinking about whether she’ll object to her own juices finding their way to her mouth. To my surprise, Kelly’s eyes close, and she pulls my head to hers, locking our mouths together as she glides her perfect body on top of mine.
She’s touching me without any fear or hesitation, hands in my fur, our tongues tangling... Like a dream I never let myself have, suddenly true.
When her hands move to stroke slowly down the insides of my wings, I think I see stars. Every particle of my skin reactsto her touch, the thin but sturdy membrane alive with rushing blood.
Before I can beg her to let me taste her again, or better yet, let me be inside of her, she slides down, still stroking my wings until she reaches the place where they attach to my sides. There, she turns on her side and looks into my eyes while her hand wraps around my leaking cock.
“Like that?” she murmurs as she begins to stroke up and down.
“I love that,” I moan, the moan turning into a loud, drawn-out groan when her thumb circles over the top, stroking each lobe of the tip, tracing the heart shape as she watches me losing control.
“I love you.” She shifts again, and my beautiful, sweet angelic girlfriend puts my cock in her mouth and starts bobbing her head.
The urge to come is almost instant, and the urge to fight it so the bliss lasts longer barely wins.
“Baby, you’re so good at this!” I praise, in the best kind of shock. Her tongue strokes along the pale pink and fawn-colored surface, taking me in until I hit the back of her throat, and then she retreats, not forcing me in too deep. Everything feels graceful and smooth, like a sensual, intimate dance that’s secret, just for us. The word sinful leers in my brain, but it’s not. There is no sin in this, only unadulterated, pure love. “I’m so in love with you,” I whisper, fingers tangling in her dark locks. “So devoted to you. I would do anything for you, you know that?”
She nods, mouth still wrapped around me, humming her assent.
“And I love that we finally get to do this, to be with each other in every way.”
