“Yes!”
“Is this what youneeded?”
“Yes…” The word drags out into a long moan. His ass clenches tight with an orgasm, and he pours onto the gym mat, but he won’t feel any release until my knot is buried deep.
My cock slides more easily as his slick joins my pre-cum, and I pound Jamie relentlessly into the mat as his bones continue to pop and shift.
His moans are sweet music.
I blink away the haze and find him in the mirror, and he’s glorious. His shift hardly changed his height, and his muzzle is less pronounced than mine. His hands are lined with fine copper fur, and his claws dig gouges in the gym mat.
I can’t look away from are those bright green eyes, drunk with pleasure.
“Knot me,” he begs. “Please knot me, please—”
He repeats it like breath, and I drive in hard, stretching him with every thrust, wishing I hadn’t waited until my knot was already so swollen because I want it now, I want to claim him now—
My teeth drop to his collar, giving me leverage, and with one last thrust, I slide in.
Jamie screams and cums around me, milking me with every vice-like squeeze. I pump into him, emptying myself.
He slows, but I want more, and I reach around and press my fingers against his perineum again, crushing his prostate inside and out. He moans into another climax, adding to his puddle on the floor, keeping my cock pulsing.
I slide gingerly down onto my side and pull him against me, burying my nose in his hair. God, I could sit and smell himforever.
He’s still shaking and dripping, not quite settled.
“Please can I touch myself?”
“Still not done?” I tease.
“You got me so fucking worked up… and I haven’t… It’s all been hands-free…”
“Go ahead. Show me how you like it.”
Jamie has to adjust to his longer fingers and claws, but in short order he’s clenching hard around my knot.
“Please give me permission,” he gasps.
“Oh, what a good boy… I want you to cum so hard you hit the mirror. Can you do that for me?”
I return my hand to his perineum as he arches into me and clenches harder than he ever has. He doesn’t just hit the mirror, he showers it.
One by one, his muscles relax, and he goes limp in my arms.
“You’re perfect,” I murmur. “You’re so perfect.”
For once, he’s too exhausted to protest.
We lay like that for a while, Jamie’s cheek nestled against my arm.
A profound calm settles over me. This must be what Gia means when she keeps telling me to ‘relax.’ And it does feel good—every molecule aligned and at peace. No conflict. Only breath and presence. A contented purr rumbles in my chest.
“How does it feel?” I ask Jamie, nuzzling into his hair.
“You were right—itwasa good hurt.”
“I’m always right.”
