“Mmmmm,” she cooed.
He penetrated her, pumping slowly, until inch-by-inch, he had filled her to the brim with thick, rigid cock. Her pussy stretched to accommodate his size. He stilled, giving her a few seconds to adjust before he began a smooth, gentle rhythm. His girth coupled with her wetness created a snug seal with her inner lips while the outer folds hugged him tightly. Every stroke was ecstasy. She explored his firm body with her hands. Beginning at his broad shoulders, she kneaded his muscles and then traced his shoulder blades with her fingertips before trekking further down to the small of his back. She ran her hands down over his muscular ass—Claiming the rounded flesh as her own, she pressed the pads of her fingers down, squeezing a globe in each hand.
Writhing beneath him, she bucked her hips in time with his, pushing down on his ass with her hands as he glided in all the way to the hilt. He moaned and panted, sweat glistening on his chest. Scarlett lifted her legs and spread them a little farther as she huffed and puffed in time with Davis’s breathing. His skin was heated to a simmer just as hers was. The closeness, the warmth and the syncing of their beating hearts filled her with exhilaration until her mind went blank. There was no thought, only sensation. Every nerve ending was buzzing like a livewire and her muscles were contracting in spasms.
Davis released a long, animalistic groan as his rhythm increased. He rammed into her with wild abandon, pounding her into the mattress. He repositioned his body, grabbing her ankles and whipping her legs to the side. The sudden flurry of movement caught her off guard and she howled out all manner of indignant noise. In the frenzy, a hand caught her hip on the other side, yanking her up until she found herself on all fours. She arched her back, pushing back to meet each mighty thrust.
“Fuck! It’s good, Davis! It’s so good!”
She jostled forward, her hair swinging up around her face while her breasts bounced out of her corset. Every thrust culminated in a satisfying smacking sound. Scarlett mewed and moaned as the tightening coiled up in her tummy. She held on to the feeling as long as she could but the pressure and passion eventually boiled over.
“I’m going to cum!” she cried.
Davis reached around, placing two fingers on her aching clit and pressing down as he pushed in deep, nearly knocking Scarlett off balance. The sound of his loud, guttural grunt accompanied Scarlett’s tidal wave of bliss. The pressure of her release battled his, attempting to push him out. Davis held steady, holding her in place with a firm hand on her back as he climaxed. Exhausted, Scarlett crumbled onto the bed face down, panting and trembling.
Davis pulled out of her and stepped back, removing the condom and tying it in a knot. Scarlett managed to roll over on her side, curling up in the fetal position.
“There’s a wastebasket in my bathroom.” Limply, she raised her hand, pointing him in the right direction.
Silently, he left to take care of business but emerged a minute or two later with a couple of hand towels, one dry and one damp. He blotted her forehead with the cool towel, moving her hair to dab at her neck before rolling Scarlett onto her back. He folded the damp towel, placing it over her forehead while he tidied up her saturated limbs and between her legs with the dry one.
“Thanks,” she said weakly. “I’m afraid you wore me out.”
“Sorry,” he replied sheepishly.
“Don’t be sorry.” She scooted away from the foot of her bed where they had been making love and then pulled back the top sheet, inviting him to snuggle with her.
Davis slid in next to her. He took her hand before lifting it to his lips and planting a kiss just above the knuckles. “I want to hold you, but I need a minute for my body to cool down. Shifters have a higher body temperature to start with, and I feel as if I’ve been walking on the sun.
Scarlett snickered. “Me too.”
The two of them rested silently with only the sounds of their labored breathing around them.
“Davis?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m scared.” She trembled.
“How come?”
“I like you…a lot…but there is so much I don’t know. I don’t want this thing we have between us to end. All these feelings make my head swim and my knees knock.”
“Yeah…I know what you mean. I’m frightened of the same thing but I can’t stop thinking about you…I don’t want to stop.”
Scarlett managed to sit upright. “Will it really work between two people from completely different…um…?” She struggled to find the right word. Species didn’t seem right. Davis was undoubtedly human, but certainly not a regular man. Finally, she settled on a phrase she felt fit. “Different backgrounds.”
Davis rolled over, placing his head on her lap just over her garters. Only one of them was still snapped, and she wasn’t sure when or where her shoes got knocked right off her feet. “I’ve got relatives who were in the same position, and things worked out just fine. You met some of them on Christmas Eve. If you’ve got questions, I’ll answer.”
“Davis, like I said, I like you a whole lot, but there are a few things that concern me…”
“Such as?” His soft hair tickled against her thighs as he nuzzled there.
“I don’t want to offend you.”
“You won’t. Just say what you need to say.” His arm was gripping around her legs now as if he was afraid to let go.
“When we make love, our bodies seem as if they were designed to go together, but I…I don’t want… What I mean is, I’d be really freaked out
