Unwillingly breaking away from her mouth, I pull back only long enough to catch my shirt and yank it off as demanded. That she’s made the demand is one helluva a turn-on. And her hands on my skin… there should be steam where she’s touching me.
“Mmmm,” I growl against her lips.
Her tail thrashes wildly, knocking a book off my nightstand.
Apparently she digs it when I growl at her. I do it again as I lower us both to the bed, careful not to crowd her, positioning myself beside her instead.
Not that I need to worry. She’s into this—grabbing my shoulders, claws digging into my skin, sharing my breaths and making exciting little noises that are getting my cock even harder.
Frantically, she begins tearing at my clothes. It’s a little terrifying to feel drafts of air on my dick and realize I can feel them because the woman I’ve brought to my bed has shredded the clothes from my body. As in sweatpants and boxers are gone. Toast. They’ve disappeared because she’s used her ultra sharp claws right over my wood.
Is my dick afraid? No, so clearly he’s a crazy bastard. I’m fucking throbbing for Inara harder than I was even a second ago. Apparently he has a thing for danger.
She raises up only enough to sweep her shorts down—OH MY LORD, THERE’S NOTHING UNDER THEM—WAS SHE PRANCING AROUND ME IN HER PANTIES? She sweeps her tongue into my mouth once, twice, testing—and then she pushes me to my back and climbs on top of me.
My hands slide to her thighs, which are shapely and so perfect I fall in love with them. The way they’re hugging my ribs, nghhh!
I feel her everywhere as she grinds herself on my stomach, her blue scales reflecting the light in the room, the sides of her ass dimpling, jiggly in the most perfect way. She surprises me, not because she’s riding my torso, but because she’s doing it and grinning down at me broadly, no self-consciousness.
And good Gorram. Her confidence is ultra sexy.
There’s not an ounce of insecurity in this creature who’s growling on top of me like a tiger, her alien eyes flashing as she meets my gaze. “I want you inside me,” she announces in her Porsche voice, all throaty vibration.
“I’m going to heaven,” I announce in a daze. “Right here. Right n—”
Inara scoots back so that she’s sitting on my dick. Heating it. Hugging it. Making it happy. And then she rolls her hips, sliding her bare kitty masterfully along my length.
I bellow hoarsely.
I might even quack. I’m not really sure how to classify the sounds I make as she figures out that she enjoys leaning forward so that her clit—yep, it’s blue, just a little lighter than the rest of her—drags over every vein in my throbbing cock. The heated spot between her thighs is doing a good job of slicking the contact between us, dripping sexy webs of sticky girl-cum all over my prick as she rocks back and forth.
Hot damn she’s good. You know the vehicle they use to launch rockets into outer space? It’s called the Falcon 9 Full Thrust, and if I didn’t already have a raging hard-on, Inara’s belly dance as she gets herself off on me would do the trick.
Her tits are swaying in my face, and neither her first cami or her second is doing a thing to conceal the fact that her nipples are begging for attention behind the flimsy fabric. My hands grip her ass cheeks so hard I have to be in danger of giving her bruises. I force my fingers to relax, caressing her skin instead of gripping, telling myself I need to calm down. No matter how wild Inara is, no matter how worked up I’m feeling, I don’t need to be rough with her. Man up and bear it, Matt.
Yeah, not gonna lie: this is the best hardest thing I’ve ever done. Hell, it’s the hardest I’ve ever been.
Somehow, I’ll survive.
Inara leans over me, resting her forehead against mine, her dreads falling around us like a curtain of ropes. Thick and braid-like, they sting everywhere they snap against me, but the little bites of pain only heighten my excitement. I groan and cup the flare of her hips, forcing my hands along her sides, rucking up her flirtatious little camis until they ride above her breasts.
I catch them, cupping them in my hands, and she flattens her body along the length of mine, leaning into the contact. Her nipples are small diamond points in my palms. She slides her hands between us, her scaled skin and clawtips catching on my chest hair. She rocks her hips in a rhythm that makes her breath grow coarser.
My own breath is jagged. Jagged, and painful, and glorious. My lungs are singing like I’ve run ten miles. My vision is so sharp, I know my pupils must be huge. I have to look like a hunting cat right now.
Speaking of hunting cats—dangerous, stunningly beautiful ones—Inara’s claws scrape my ribs, making me buck. Which brings my cock right where we want it, fitting right to her entrance, a hard tease.
Her eyes go wide and she gasps, and I’m about to lose it.
“Fuuuuck,” I grit out, staring up into her heat-wild gaze. “You need to get naked.”
Together, we remove her tops entirely, careful of her horns and long ears and her hair.
And she’s so damn pretty. Sure, she’s an alien, but she’s knockout pretty. Everything on her is blue and striped and scaled and generously rounded.
And her breasts… Yes, please. Running my hands up her sides, I cup her cute tits, lean in, and kiss one.
A vibrating, ripping sound breaks from Inara’s throat. Not a sexy little engine purr this time. It’s… a growl.
She’s legit growling at me.
But is it hot? Hell yes, it’s hot.
“Oh, sweetheart, keep doing that,” I tell her, squeezing my handfuls together and sinking my nose between her twins.
Now ladies, if you didn’t know this, your tits smell amazing. I don’t know what it is, (bullshit, I know what it is: soft, silky, pillowy, comforting and sexy and they feel so good to bite and suck) but they smell different than anywhere else on your body, and if you wonder why we’re burying our head there, it’s because it’s one of the nicest spots to rest your face in the world.
The other one being between your legs, naturally.
And after I suck on her nipples until she’s panting and crying out my name, that’s where I want to concentrate my attention next. I love going down on a woman. “Inara, honey, want to taste you.”
Inara freezes so suddenly that for a second, I wonder if all her grinding on me just made her come.
“Right between your pretty legs, baby. I want to spread you open and lap you up. That sound good to you?” I ask, and I lean up and suckle her right nipple.
She squeaks and topples back, her body rigid in pleasure and shock.
Grinning huge, I rise over her, hiking her up higher on the bed and walking to meet her on my knuckles. Bringing my face over hers, I drop down enough so that I can kiss her mouth. When her hands find my sides and she grazes her claws lightly along my ribs, I fight ticklishness and retreat until I’m poised over her lower half.
Inara, mane spread over my pillows, is panting and clutching the sheets, winding them, getting the fabric caught on her claws and she watches me with eyes that have darkened to a Prussian blue. She looks profoundly interested in what I’m about to do.
Stroking her shins, I feel like a lion crouching above his proud lioness.
I plant my knees outside of hers, a starting position as I slide a hand between her thighs, gaze locked on her mound, which is pleasantly plump, hairless, and covered with scales so smooth, I bet she feels like Mulberry silk.