didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Not with his hands playing with my breasts, his mouth moving to the crook of my neck. Part of me, one very small and quiet part, told me this wasn’t me. I didn’t have sex in the shower with a man I barely knew. I certainly didn’t when there was someone else in the house. But the rest of me didn’t care. Nothing mattered beyond what he was doing with his hands and mouth. I’d never felt so alive before.
He nipped and licked and sucked and all rational thought left me. I tried to turn. I wanted to face him, to touch him as he touched me. But I couldn’t. He held me where I was. One hand cupped my right breast and the other found its way between my legs.
His fingers teased. His lips drove me wild. My hands braced against the tile, my head thrown back, my mouth open. The shower beat down on me and my heart beat in rhythm with it.
“Matt.”
It was barely more than a whisper. He spun me to face him, his hands closing around my waist. My hands clasped behind his neck and my mouth found his. Finally. I’d wanted, needed this for what seemed like my whole life. Nothing existed before this moment and I’m not sure anything would after. I didn’t care. Nothing else mattered except I was here, being loved by the man who was my mate, my other half.
“In me,” I gasped, every nerve as alive as it had been the day before after the taser. But this was so different, so right. “I need you in me.”
“Not yet.”
He smiled and I groaned as his finger plunged into me. I ground against his hand, desperate for release. But no. Not this way. I’d come for him gladly but I wanted this first time to be ours--both of us giving the other satisfaction and release.
As if sensing my thoughts, not that coherent thought was possible just then, he withdrew his finger. My cat, so close to the surface now, protested. My hands dug into his shoulders and I nipped at his lower lip. His hands closed about my waist and we moved as one. He lifted. My legs wrapped about him. Finally.
Finally!
With the water beating down on us, we became one. Never had it been like this. I held him close, slowing the rhythm, trying to draw it out. This was too wonderful, too perfect to end quickly. But his need was as desperate as mine. I threw my head back and screamed, primal and triumphant.
Mine, all mine.
When conscious thought returned, I realized we were standing, sort of. What we were really doing was holding one another up against the far wall of the shower, cold water beating down on us. Our arms were wrapped around one another. In the back of my mind, my jaguar was purring in satisfaction. Well, if she thought the opening act was good, wait until she got a look at what I planned now.
Matt was about to learn he wasn’t the only one who could get someone all hot and bothered.
“God, Finn, you’re going to kill me,” he groaned as I dropped to my knees before him.
I smiled and took him into my mouth, teasing with tongue and breath. His groan turned to a moan and I felt him stiffen. His hands fisted in my hair. I glanced up, pleased to see his head thrown back much as I imagined mine had been not that long ago, mouth open. His chest rose and fell with quick breaths. I have to admit, there are a number of benefits to being a shape-changer. Our ability to recover more rapidly than normals was definitely at the top of the list.
Grinning around his erection, I ran my tongue over the tip of his penis and then pulled away. Before he could protest, I guided him down to the shower floor. A moment later, I straddled him. Now it was my turn. I guided his hands to my waist and leaned in to kiss him. This was just the beginning, a promise of what our life together could be like.
“The water’s cold,” he complained later.
“Yeah.”
Muscles cramped, I knew better than to try to stand. Instead, I sat up just enough to be able to reach the faucet handle. A quick twist and the water stopped pounding down on us. Then I
He nipped and licked and sucked and all rational thought left me. I tried to turn. I wanted to face him, to touch him as he touched me. But I couldn’t. He held me where I was. One hand cupped my right breast and the other found its way between my legs.
His fingers teased. His lips drove me wild. My hands braced against the tile, my head thrown back, my mouth open. The shower beat down on me and my heart beat in rhythm with it.
“Matt.”
It was barely more than a whisper. He spun me to face him, his hands closing around my waist. My hands clasped behind his neck and my mouth found his. Finally. I’d wanted, needed this for what seemed like my whole life. Nothing existed before this moment and I’m not sure anything would after. I didn’t care. Nothing else mattered except I was here, being loved by the man who was my mate, my other half.
“In me,” I gasped, every nerve as alive as it had been the day before after the taser. But this was so different, so right. “I need you in me.”
“Not yet.”
He smiled and I groaned as his finger plunged into me. I ground against his hand, desperate for release. But no. Not this way. I’d come for him gladly but I wanted this first time to be ours--both of us giving the other satisfaction and release.
As if sensing my thoughts, not that coherent thought was possible just then, he withdrew his finger. My cat, so close to the surface now, protested. My hands dug into his shoulders and I nipped at his lower lip. His hands closed about my waist and we moved as one. He lifted. My legs wrapped about him. Finally.
Finally!
With the water beating down on us, we became one. Never had it been like this. I held him close, slowing the rhythm, trying to draw it out. This was too wonderful, too perfect to end quickly. But his need was as desperate as mine. I threw my head back and screamed, primal and triumphant.
Mine, all mine.
When conscious thought returned, I realized we were standing, sort of. What we were really doing was holding one another up against the far wall of the shower, cold water beating down on us. Our arms were wrapped around one another. In the back of my mind, my jaguar was purring in satisfaction. Well, if she thought the opening act was good, wait until she got a look at what I planned now.
Matt was about to learn he wasn’t the only one who could get someone all hot and bothered.
“God, Finn, you’re going to kill me,” he groaned as I dropped to my knees before him.
I smiled and took him into my mouth, teasing with tongue and breath. His groan turned to a moan and I felt him stiffen. His hands fisted in my hair. I glanced up, pleased to see his head thrown back much as I imagined mine had been not that long ago, mouth open. His chest rose and fell with quick breaths. I have to admit, there are a number of benefits to being a shape-changer. Our ability to recover more rapidly than normals was definitely at the top of the list.
Grinning around his erection, I ran my tongue over the tip of his penis and then pulled away. Before he could protest, I guided him down to the shower floor. A moment later, I straddled him. Now it was my turn. I guided his hands to my waist and leaned in to kiss him. This was just the beginning, a promise of what our life together could be like.
“The water’s cold,” he complained later.
“Yeah.”
Muscles cramped, I knew better than to try to stand. Instead, I sat up just enough to be able to reach the faucet handle. A quick twist and the water stopped pounding down on us. Then I
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