CatOutoftheBag
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“Shit,” he breathed, his eyes squeezed shut. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“It’s been a while.” She whispered her admission as she moved up and down upon him, adjusting her body to his, joining him fully. When the pain gave way to full pleasure, she changed from humping to gyrating upon him in a circular motion, stirring him inside her.
Nathan kept her anchored on top of him by holding on to her waist, but from time to time his hands roamed; they caressed her thighs, stroked her back and gripped her butt.
Sofia’s eyes watered a little at the sensation, it was so good.
With every groan or squeal that escaped her throat, Nathan gave an answering one. Soon she was abandoning all inhibitions, vocally expressing her pleasure in a passionate symphony with him, riding wild and loud.
Her climax came hard and fast, an explosion of quakes and heated liquid, like a volcanic eruption. “Nathan,” she breathed his name and collapsed upon his chest with him still inside her as her orgasm rolled on. She buried her face into the crook of his neck as she rode through wave after wave after wave of exquisite rapture. She continued to take him, until she fell into a rapacious daze that made the world around them fade away—even Nathan became a blur—and all that was left was her pleasure and the sound of their moans and her inability to stop.
Chapter Seven
Her contractions clutched his cock intensely while she rocked up and down, her soft hair rubbing against the underside of his chin as she moaned deliciously into his neck. Nathan sucked in his lips and held his breath, trying to hold back for as long as he could in an attempt to let her finish completely. But Sofia’s orgasm went on and on, inflaming him to the point that he was rolling his eyes upward in delirium and mewing like a tortured cat.
“Sofia, I’m gonna come,” he warned her, since he wasn’t wearing a condom. The least he could do was attempt not to knock her up. But she was in a trance and just kept going, sliding herself up and down on him, towing him over the edge. He too was so caught up in the thick of it that he almost missed the critical moment, but he gripped her hips and lifted her fully off him just before he came. Crying out, he ejaculated in long, violent spurts all over his belly. When he was done he released her and she collapsed on top of him, still shuddering just as much as he was.
Hyperventilating, Nathan stared up at the sky while recovering, his emotions and thoughts in a frenzy. “You’re an animal,” he said once he finally caught his breath.
She looked down at him with a smirk. “Pun intended?”
They both laughed. He smiled at her, stroked her face. “How are you feeling?”
“Cold,” she said, shivering. “Shall we go back to the tent now?”
“Yeah, it’s getting dark and will only get colder. But we’re all sticky. There’s a pond not too far westward. We can go get cleaned off first.”
She wrinkled her nose at him. “I don’t know how I feel about just jumping into some random body of water. I’d rather stay sticky until I can get to a real bath or shower.”
He drew his head back in surprise. “Hmm, well I can’t. I’m a mess.” Heh, now who was the prissy one?
“Why don’t you just shift and lick yourself clean?”
He gagged and eyeballed her hard. “Okay look, I’ve been known to lap up a lot of interesting shit with my tongue when in cat form, but as a man I’m absolutely going to have to draw the line here.”
She cackled for a bit as she climbed off him and stood up. “Then I’ll clean you. Just shift.”
He arched a brow. “You’ll what?”
In answer, she morphed into the cougar and rubbed herself against his legs, purring and doing that smiling thing that cats do with their eyes. He chuckled to himself and shifted as well. She nuzzled his nose tenderly then began licking his furry face. Then she moved beside him, brushing her thick, rough tongue along the side of his body.
Nathan froze at first, caught off guard. In the twenty years of his knowledge of being a Werecat, he couldn’t recall a single instance where he’d ever engaged in a tongue bath with someone else. It was simply not something he’d ever been compelled to do. The feeling was odd, somehow both invasive and intimate at the same time. Not a sexual intimacy, but more like a closeness between compatible souls, and the highest symbolism of familiarity and affection. After a minute or two, he found himself purring and lying on his back upon the ground so she could access his underside. Sofia tenderly tongued every strand of his fur clean, including between his legs. She even licked the pads of his paws.
He thanked her by returning the favor, giving her a long, languid tongue bath as well. When he was nearly done, he began to lick the fur on her backside. Her tail came up and brushed briefly against his face, making his whiskers twitch, and he swatted it away. It came back again, gently tapping at him, taunting him, and then his attention was torn from bathing her backside to mounting it. He shook his head and swatted her tail away again and tried to focus, when Nathan found himself suddenly shifting back to human form. He stood there and looked down at himself for a moment, flabbergasted, before he yelled in frustration.
Sofia shifted back to human and stood up, her face twisted with worry. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know. I shifted again, against my will.”
“You did? Hmm.” She tilted her head to the side, studying him. “Well, I guess I’ll ask you the same things you asked me. What were you feeling at the time? Or thinking?”
“Nothing,” he grumbled, rolling his head around. “Except that I didn’t want to get too worked up about having my tongue on you. It was just a bath. I was trying to keep myself in check.”
Sofia laughed. “Maybe the shifting is your Cat’s way of punishing you for trying to resist me.”
“Yeah, right,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “I doubt that.”
“Race you back to the tent?” she said just before she transformed to Cat again.
He snickered. “You’ll lose,” he said before he changed as well.
When they were about three quarters of the way there, Sofia shifted into human form during mid-gait and turned to him, putting up her hand. “Do me a favor and don’t change until we get there,” she said. “I feel kind of, I don’t know, better now. Let’s see if I can make it all the rest of the way back being in a different form than you this time, okay?”
He moved his head from side to side to convey his compliance and slowed his pace to match hers.
They continued on, with her shivering in the chilly weather but determined to master her Cat. It was amusing to watch her stroll through the woods naked as day in human form, while he was in Cat mode. She seemed tall from this perspective, yet especially fragile. Her round bottom jutted out enticingly while she walked, the cheeks bouncing up and down with each step she took. Nathan hungrily licked his nose and jaws, imagining her as a deer or gazelle.
“I think I’m getting the hang of this shifting thing,” she said after more than a half hour went by. “See? We’re almost there, and I didn’t have to match you.”
But Nathan didn’t respond. He felt himself go into hunter mode, and Sofia was his prey. She looked and smelled absolutely delectable in more ways than one. His lips curled back in a reflexive snarl, displaying his sharp teeth. He wanted to pounce on her, attack her flanks, jump on her back and bite the back of her neck. But to subdue her for his pleasure, not for his palate. He picked up his pace, decreasing the distance between them.
Damn, he wanted this woman completely. And all of him wanted her. The man and the cat.
The shift was involuntary but it wasn’t exactly against his will this time. When he found himself as a man, fully erect and his need clawing at him, walking with purpose toward Sofia, he was quite aware that his body, or perhaps even his soul, had changed to match her form because it wanted her.
“Maybe it’s your Cat’s way of punishing you for trying to resist me,” she’d said. The more he thought about it, the less absurd that actually sounded.
Because the more of her he got, the more of her he wanted to have.
He stopped to pick up his pants and retrieved the condom from the back pocket, ripped open the packet and slid it onto his already hardened cock. She was bending over to pick up her dress when Nathan moved in for the kill. He went right up to her and grabbed her by the hips and pressed his erection against her ass. She yelped in surprise and turned to look up at him with wide eyes. “What, are you ready for another round already?”
“Always ready for you.” He bent forward and kissed her back, trailing his lips along her spine. She shuddered and sighed underneath him, and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her farther into him and holding her still as he moved his mouth to the back of her neck.
He knew he’d found the money spot when she trembled just from his breath. He moistened his lips with his tongue then rubbed them back and forth against her skin, enjoying the warmth and vanilla scent of her, before he turned it into a tongue kiss. Gently kneading her breasts in both his hands, he alternated between kissing, sucking and nibbling at the back of her neck while humping against her bottom. She pressed her ass against him in approval and he responded by letting loose the animal within. Nathan bit down on the back of her neck—not with enough force to break the skin but hard enough to make her feel it, to make it known he was staking his claim, demanding her submission. The twitching movements and mewing sounds she made in compliance had him dripping with desire.
He slipped a hand between her legs to check if she was ready and found that even her thighs were coated with her dew. He growled and sank his teeth a little deeper into the back side of her neck again until she gasped and arched her back away from him, but he gripped her ass cheeks and spread them so that her sex was open. Aimed for entry, he pulled her onto him while pushing his hips forward. A blissful groan slipped from his throat as he slid all the way inside her.
Sofia gasped and buckled slightly underneath him, but he braced her by the waist, holding her firmly against his pelvis. Nathan rocked her back and forth on his sheathed dick, sliding slowly all the way and then plunging himself back in hard and deep, brushing against her clit and stroking that sensitive spot inside her at the same time. The heat and friction of his penetration seared him as he rode her repeatedly, his balls tingling as they slapped forward against her labia.
“Oh shit, Nathan!” she cried out, after just a few but satisfying savory minutes, as her sex convulsed with her orgasm.
Good, he thought, feeling the rapid approach of his own climax. He continued to thrust into her, increasing the speed and intensity of each plunge until he reached the tipping point. The thought crossed his mind of getting rid of the barrier between them, completely marking his territory by releasing his seed inside her and having her carry his child, but only briefly. He held on to logic and kept on the condom as he came, bucking hard.
As soon as he went limp and pulled out of her, Sofia went limp too, and she crumpled to her knees, but Nathan caught her in his arms and held her up, still wobbly and woozy from ecstasy himself.
“Are you okay?” he asked as she studied her, his voice gruff with his release and his concern. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” she laughed. “No. Not in a bad way at least. I’m just completely spent. All the shape-shifting and walking and running and sexing…” She trailed off as she closed her eyes and let her head fall back, a wide smile on her face.
Nathan scooped her up into his arms, carried her into the tent and laid her down. He unrolled and unzipped the sleeping bag and helped her inside it. Then he squeezed into the bag with her, holding her close to him. “I’m so sorry, babe, I wasn’t thinking. I should have slowed down.”
Sofia laughed softly. “And you called me an animal.” She snuggled against him with her hand pressed tenderly against his chest, and fell asleep soon after that.
He laid there with her in his arms and his lips pressed against her forehead, staring at the shadows the blowing tree branches made outside the tent. All of this was unprecedented. The loss of control—as if he were a teenager again. The need to have her all to himself. The free frolicking through the fields. The raging libido. The tantalizing tongue baths. He’d even contemplated impregnating this woman. Was he…was he in love with her?
For a long while he stayed awake, holding her like that, trying to comprehend the idea of meeting and falling in love with someone in six days, and precisely how that might have happened. By the time he began to drift off, the one thing he knew for certain was that now that he had her in his arms, he never, ever wanted to let go.
Chapter Eight
Sofia took one last, long look from this place on the mountain. With the sun still up, it was not too cool to enjoy the breeze, and so she stood for a moment, enjoying the scenery and the wind flitting through her hair. This high up, clouds were near eye level, forming a misty but serene view of the other mountain peaks and the world below. It was three o’clock and the late afternoon sun cast one last ray of light through the clouds in the distance, like a beacon of hope and peace and promises of good things to come.
But all good things had to come to an end.
Who knew when would be the next time she’d get to enjoy a view this gorgeous, a week this free, a moment this perfect. Tilting her head to the side, she listened to Nathan moving in the tent behind her, cheerfully humming some tune she didn’t recognize. She smiled to herself.
She certainly hoped this wouldn’t be the last day she got to spend time with this man.
They’d spent two full days and two nights out in the wilderness alone, conquering the tricky nuances of being Werecats and exploring the carnal pleasures of being lovers. Not in a million years could she have dreamed that this was how her week-long getaway would turn out. But neither in a million years would she have had it any other way.
If only she could stay out here like this with Nathan forever. Then she laughed at herself for wishing it. Whoa, slow down there, girl! So you had a great time with the man. What’s with this forever stuff? You just met him this week! She glanced down at her mobile phone in her hand, miffed by the number of unread emails from work. Damn mountain and its freakishly good cellular reception. Her fantasy week was just about over now. It was time to go—she had responsibilities to return to. She exhaled deeply and then turned around toward the tent.
“Would you like to go up to the summit?” Nathan asked. “Might as well go all the way up while you’re out here, you know?”
“No, we should head back to the cave now,” Sofia said as she went inside the tent and tossed her phone into the backpack. “I need to get cleaned up, get my stuff packed and get ready to head to the airport. You guys got a shower somewhere, right?”
Nathan lowered the energy bar he’d been snacking on and frowned at her. “Already? It’s Saturday. I thought you said you weren’t leaving until Sunday?”
Sofia tried to ignore her pain at the disappointment in Nathan’s voice as she rolled up the sleeping bag. “I’m taking a red-eye at one in the morning. Which basically means I’ll be heading for the airport tonight at least by ten this evening.”
“What’s the rush? You don’t have to go back to work until Monday, right?”
She walked out past him with the sleeping bag tucked under her arm. “By the time I get in to New York in the morning and make it back in the house, I’ll barely have a full day at home to take care of personal stuff and to get prepared to head back to work the next day.”
Nathan pouted but he began taking down the tent in silence. “The rest of us will be here another week,” he said after a while. “It’ll
be really odd for me without you here.”
Sofia’s heart fluttered in her chest, but she swallowed the lump in the back of her throat. “I’m sorry,” she said as she stuffed the water bottles and extra sandwiches back into the large backpack. “I didn’t know I’d be meeting someone like you here. Or that any of this would happen. Or that I’d run into an invitation from a Pride on a two-week retreat. I only prepared for seven days.”
“What’s there to prepare for? There’ll be other flights. Stay, and fly back with me next week. I’ll make sure to be the one to take the window seat next time.”
She laughed. “I can’t stay here another week! I only brought enough clothes for—”
“You haven’t worn much clothing all week,” he retorted. “Plus the city is right down the mountain. There are Laundromats and they even have stores that sell clothes that probably fit you.”
She stopped to make a face at him. “Okay, now you’re just being facetious. But really, Nathan, I can’t stay another whole week. I can’t even stay another day. I have to return to work Monday, they’re expecting me. I have things to do.”
“Call off sick.”
“You want me to lie to my boss?”
“You really did develop a condition while out here.”
She scoffed. “What, am I supposed to tell my boss that I spontaneously transformed into a big-ass cat?”
“I meant some of the truth. Tell him you had an allergic reaction to something you encountered while traveling, you know, and it triggered an episode. Which is true, actually. Cassandra Kennedy back at the cave is a doctor. She can formally write you up.”
She shook her head. “I don’t think so. There’s so much work to do. Too much. When I finally do get back next week, I’d be swamped for weeks.”
“You’ll be swamped anyway. You said you’re always overloaded where you work.”
Her cheeks began to flush with her frustration. He was acting like a brat and she didn’t like it. “Listen, can we just drop this? I already said I can’t stay. I wish I could, really, but I can’t. You’ll be back in NYC next week, right? We’ll exchange phone numbers, and just plan to hook up whenever we both have some free time.”