I lost track of time as we explored each other with lips and hands. She smelled like flowers, either from her hair or perfume, I didn’t know which. I didn’t know much about flowers, but I’d guess it was roses. The falling snow was welcome to cool my body, which was in danger of overheating with the tension of wanting more of her. She was simply a divine creature. Kissing her was unlike kissing any woman before; she lost herself completely in the kiss. No insecurities at all.
When she pulled away, I already felt pain on leaving those soft lips and letting go of those curves.
But when she said, “Nico, take me home with you,” I couldn’t get us out of there quickly enough.
How we made it back to my condo without having an accident was a miracle—we barely kept our hands off each other on the drive there. Not to mention the roads were slippery from the snow that was starting to stick. She kissed my neck while she ran her hand down my legs, cupping my cock and then rubbing it until I was ready to burst out of my jeans.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to pull over to the side of the road and take you right here in front of anyone driving by.”
“Ooh, an exhibitionist,” she cooed. She leaned in to nibble my earlobe and whispered, “I think I’d like that.”
I looked to make sure no cars were close and then pulled over to the side of the road so fast we left skid marks behind us. The snow clinging to the trees and Victorian homes around us lent a magical winter in New England element.
I pushed my seat all the way back and dove on top of her, kissing her lips, her neck, running my hands up under her dress. When I touched her there, her panties were already wet. She arched her back, which I took as an invitation to pull them down. As I moved them off her hips, she lifted her ass up to help me. The scent of her arousal almost did me in. I ripped her panties off her legs in frustration, almost thwarted when I tried to get them off over the boots, and threw them to the floor. Then I ran my fingers over her sweet, warm sex, sliding a finger inside.
God, she felt good. So warm, so wet. I couldn’t wait to get in there. Taste her. Love her in every way possible.
Then she said, “No. We can’t do it here.” She pushed herself back upright in her seat and adjusted her dress. “Too many people are driving by. Peering in to see if we’re okay. I want to, but we can’t.”
Regroup, regroup.
“I know. You’re right. Besides, I can do so much more to you not confined to the front seat of a car.”
The look she gave me shot another thrill straight to my overexcited cock as she chewed her bottom lip. Her lipstick had rubbed off from our extended kissing spree, but seeing her lips now puffy and full was even hotter than when they were painted pink.
“I hope you live close,” she said. “Because I’m almost at the point where I don’t care who sees you fucking me on the hood of the car.”
I adjusted my cock before I readjusted my seat and drove. “Not too far,” I said while thinking, Not close enough.
Her fingers danced over my thighs near my cock as I drove and focused on not exploding inside my pants. Reluctantly I removed her hand off my leg.
“I’m going to crash if you keep doing that.” Then I placed her hand between her legs and coaxed her to move it up under her skirt. “Lift your skirt so I can see you.”
She pulled up the hem and I caught a flash of her glistening flesh. Good God, I almost ran off the road. Luckily the streets were rather quiet.
I don’t know what came over me, but I said, “Now touch yourself.”
She was going to say no. Most women wouldn’t dare do that with someone they’d been with forever, let alone their first time together. When I looked up at her face, she was watching me as if contemplating my request. But then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw her fingers move. Pink manicured nails on long slender fingers moving over her lips. Slowly. Hesitant at first.
Good God! Was she that uninhibited she could touch herself in the light of day in front of a man she didn’t know well? I grew even harder if that was possible at this point. It was so hard to drive and not be entranced by her. I glanced up at her quickly and she was still watching me with those golden eyes.
Road, road. Focus. You’re driving.
Why couldn’t my eyes move independently of each other? One for the road, the other for her.
She spread her lips with two fingers and massaged herself, moaning slightly. Watching me to ensure I saw the view, she inserted a finger and leaned her head back on the seat. Those golden eyes watching my excitement.
We were so close to my house now. Bloody red light. Hurry up. The only good thing about it was that I could watch her without worrying about running off the road.
The horn of a driver behind us let me know that the light had turned green. She laughed as I bolted through the intersection, knocking her forward slightly and then back again.
“Someone’s in a hurry,” she said.
“I’ve never been in more of a hurry in my life.”
I barely remember parking the car, but I do remember the kissing, touching, stumbling as we maneuvered into my condo. I pulled the dress up over her head as we danced through the living room. By the time we were in my bedroom, my clothes were off, save for my boxers. I unfastened her bra as we fell onto the bed and she yanked my boxers down.
“Hold on. We need a condom,” she said. “I have a few in my purse.”
“You had the whole night planned, didn’t you? Seduce me. And then leave.”
She smiled as she sat up and looked around for her purse. “Guilty. Seduction was part of the plan.”
“Don’t move. I should have one here.” I fumbled through my nightstand looking for one.
Bingo. It was difficult to put the condom on as she wrapped her hands around my back, pulling me closer.
“One sec,” I said, although I wanted to be inside her as much as she wanted me. “Okay, got it.”
“Thank God,” she said. “I can’t wait another second. Fuck me now.” She pulled me back down on top of her.
When the head of my cock was warmed by the wetness of her pussy, a low rumble escaped from my throat. I buried my face into her hair, where I caught a faint scent of cinnamon and some other herbs. Then I eased in as slowly as possible to revel in the sensation of her tightening around me. When I pulled back, I saw her lips parted halfway and I couldn’t resist kissing them. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me even tighter to her as our frantic dance began, bodies melding into each other.
She unwrapped her legs and pressed up against me as our pace quickened. Small sighs escaped her.
“Oh yes, Nico. That feels perfect. Right there.”
Unable to restrain myself any longer, I drove into her, impaling her until she screamed out, digging her nails into my back. The tighter she pulled me in, the harder I pumped. Her muscles flexed around me. I could barely breathe through her clinging grip, as she frantically grabbed me and screamed out in ecstasy. As her fluids spread warmth over me, she sent me over the edge with her.
“Oh God, Lily. Yes,” I breathed as I spilled inside her and buried my head into her soft, inviting hair, collapsing next to her.
Chapter Five
Lily
Nico pulled me into his arms as we recovered. I traced a figure eight over his chest while my breathing slowed.
“You’re a phenomenal lover,” I said once my racing heartbeat calmed. “Even better than I imagined.”
“I had many naughty fantasies about you since we met,” he said, although still breathing heavily. “But your performance in the car blew all of them away. Something I never want to forget.”
I smiled at the memory. That was rather brazen, even for me. But the way he watched me, encouraged me to take it further rather than feel self-conscious about touching myself. Not to mention how I brought him to the gallery to see some of my photographs. For someone who guarded her privacy, I seemed to be revealing myself to Nico in a variety of ways and I didn’t want to analyze why.
I focused back on the sexual part of our relationship.
“I like the way we’ve started.”
“Me too,” he agreed. “Next time, I want to take my time with you. Explore every velvety-soft inch of you.”
“I’m game,” I said. “Sign me up whenever you’re ready.”
“I need some time to recover, my little sex fiend.” He kissed me on the top of my head. “But then, watch out. Because I’m coming for you.”
Although all the nerves in my body perked up at the idea of being touched by him again, a twinge of regret filled me. Not that we had sex, but that I had limited our relationship to sex.
I rolled onto my side, turning away from him so I could think.
What the hell are you doing, Lily? This was your idea, remember? You shot down any chance of anything more with him.
Yes, because there’s a sound reason. I can’t offer him more than a sexual relationship. No guy wants to have a relationship with someone like me. Someone who has no control over her body, who has to run and hide in the forest each month. If I was normal and I found out the guy I was seeing changed into an animal or some other form, I’d freak out.
“Sick tattoo,” he said, running his fingers over the butterfly that covered most of my back.
“Thanks.” I rolled back over to face him. “It’s my only one. Kind of like a secret, a reminder to myself.”
He appraised me as if trying to decipher a secret code.
“A butterfly, huh? That’s what you were talking about when I bought you the pin. And you call it a secret. Let me think. So much symbolism can be derived from that. Maybe a fragile beauty. Something that’s beautiful to behold, but if you’re not gentle, you can hurt it.”
I shook my head. “I’d like to think I’m a little more resilient and not so delicate.”
“Okay, let me try again.” He hmmed as he ran his fingertips down between my breasts and around my bellybutton.
“That tickles,” I protested.
“I’d like to discover all your ticklish spots, but right now I’m thinking about this tattoo. I know—you were once an ugly caterpillar, but now you’re a beautiful butterfly. So it’s about remembering where you came from.”
“Hey, I was a cute kid!”
“I bet you were. All right, one more time. I like this game. It’s like a puzzle I need to solve. How about it represents something so beautiful you want to reach out and grab it. But the second you reach out for it, it will fly away.”
I squinted. “I think that says more about you than it does about me.”
“Ah ha, I see what you’re doing. Trying to flip it around and analyze me. No, I’m not guessing anymore. What does it mean to you?”
I sat up and tried to look over my shoulder to get a look, but it was impossible to see without a mirror. “I look at it as always being free. True beauty involves staying true to yourself. I’ve read that butterflies are symbolic of the soul so at the same time, I think it means that we are more than how we appear. We are deeper than superficial beauty.”
“I like it.” He nodded. “Pretty deep. Anything else?”
“It’s a badass tattoo. So how about it makes me a total badass?” I laughed.
“Oh, you’re a badass, all right. After that first night you blew me off, I couldn’t stop thinking about wanting to spank you, punish you.”
“I might like that.”
“Don’t encourage me, Lily. I’m already thinking of fucking you from behind right now. Seeing your tattoo dance with you.” He looked away. “Now that I say that out loud, it sounds wrong.”
“Sometimes doing something wrong feels oh so right.” I rolled over onto all fours and stuck my ass out as an invitation. “Shoot ’em up, cowboy.”
“Interesting choice of words.” He smacked me playfully on the ass. “Get back here.”
He threw me down playfully and I squealed with laughter.
“I told you I want to take my time with you this time. If I fuck you from behind, I won’t be able to resist fucking you like mad.”
He circled his fingers around one nipple and pinched and the bud instantly responded. When he encircled it with his tongue and put it in his mouth, all rational thought left me. What was I so troubled by a moment ago? He sat back and I ran my fingers down his chest, stroking over his defined abs. He leaned down and paid attention to my other breast, nibbling and sucking until my arousal left me breathless.
When I felt his cock against my leg, I said, “Someone’s recovering nicely. I thought you might need a few hours—or days.”
“Mmm,” he murmured. “It’s hard not to get excited again with a body as exquisite as yours before me.”
His hands and mouth on my breasts sent spine-tingling sensations throughout my body.“Oh, Nico,” I said. “Make me forget everything.”
Whatever I said or how I said it must have triggered something in his mind because he stopped what he was doing and looked at me with concern.
“I just don’t want to think about anything else right now,” I clarified. “I just want to focus on the moment. Us. Now.”
“Oh. I understand.”
When he kissed me from my neck leading down my body, he more than met my request so that nothing else was left in my mind but pure mindless pleasure. His tongue danced along the most sensitive areas of my body, sending spirals of sensations through me as he traveled down to my inner thighs. I writhed beneath him, wanting both his tongue on me, his cock inside me, wanting all of him everywhere at once. When he finally touched my sensitive spot with the tip of his tongue, I cried out. He took his time exploring, nibbling, sucking—playing me as deftly as an instrument he had mastered. He had complete control over me as he built the rhythm up to a crescendo. I relinquished all control as he feasted on me, shooting me to new heights as he brought me to the brink and then pulling back so I was left panting, wanting, anticipating more. When he finally let me reach a glorious pinnacle and drove me over the edge, I cried out again and exploded.
While my body still pulsated, he drove into me with one long, swift stroke. I thought I’d lose all reason as he filled me so completely to the point I thought I might break. After I grew accustomed to his girth, I raised my hips to meet him, gripping him deeper, drawing him close.
Wordlessly we flipped so I was now on top of him, running my hair and breasts over his chest as I grinded against him slowly, savoring every inch of his fullness in me. As the momentum built, he raised his hips to match my pace, his cock hitting all my sensitive areas deep within with expert precision. Heat rushed through my body, engulfing me as he rocketed me right back to a peak.
“Oh God, Nico. I’m right there again. Oh God.”
My muscles clenched around him and I shuddered, gripping on to him and quivering when I lost all reason.
“Yes, Lily. Yes.” He seized my hips and thrust so deeply into me I yelped. His full shaft throbbed as he met my release and I collapsed on top of him. He wrapped his arms around me and we lay there silently as we recovered, spent and satiated. The sensation of recovering from a mind-blowing encounter gave way to one of utter content as I lay enveloped in his arms. His embrace promised warmth and protection unlike what I’ve ever felt with another lover. A part of me thought I could stay here with him forever.
I had a string of monogamous lovers over the years before Nico. I figured my sexual appetite was a side effect of being a feline shifter, almost like going into heat. It wasn’t just for pleasure, but seemed almost essential. Women complained about getting their periods every month. If they also had to go through this overwhelming sexual desire monthly, they might think again.
Nico was unlike any lover I’d had before. Something was different. Was it him? Me? My attraction to him was stronger than anything I had experienced and I wasn’t sure if it was strictly sexual.
Once again a pang of regret returned. It could never be. I wanted more from him than I had asked for. Knowing it was not meant to be, I had to build a wall between us. It was to pro
tect both of us from getting hurt. No sense in wanting something that we couldn’t have.
“I really should go,” I said, reluctantly untangling myself from his warm embrace.
“I knew you were going to say that. Part of the whole love him and leave him plan. So why do you have to leave, my dear?” He pulled me back down onto his chest. “Doesn’t this feel good?”
“It feels right,” I said before I could stop myself. “Perfect.”
What the hell was I doing? I shouldn’t say contradictory things like this. If I wanted to set boundaries, I had to do it now. We must only be lovers. Nothing more.
He looked down and half smiled. “I know. It does.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that. Must have been the mind-blowing sex.”
“Must have been,” he echoed. “Well, I have to say your proposition about us becoming lovers is a phenomenal idea. It has to be one of the best things that’s happened to me in a long time.”
I couldn’t help but smile. Being wrapped in the arms of this literary rock god was something I’d daydreamed about in completely unrealistic fantasies. It coming true was a dream come to life. One that I hoped not to wake up from.
Nevertheless, reality was reality. And boundaries had to be set to avoid people getting hurt. I’d gone through this before and it was better to make sure nobody had false expectations. So, taking a deep breath, I reluctantly spoke words I meant only halfheartedly.
“I meant what I said earlier. I can only offer you this. Nothing more.”
“I like this,” he said. “If you don’t want anything more, I respect that.”
“We don’t have to be exclusive, you know. You can sleep with anyone you want. My one caveat is that we use protection.”
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