“Wait, I can’t—“ I try to push at his head, but my arms feel boneless, useless.
He ignores my weak protest, his hands tightening on my thighs, holding me open for his assault. My vision blurs, the ceiling becoming a hazy smear as the second orgasm builds before I’ve come down from the first.
My tail moves, sliding down his back, seeking, until it finds the hardness pressing against his pajama pants. It curls around him through the fabric, squeezing rhythmically in time with his tongue’s movements.
The second orgasm hits me hard, tearing a scream out of me I don’t recognize. My body locks up, every muscle going rigid as the pleasure crashes through me. My tail tightens around him, stroking harder.
But before it can go further, Aaron pulls away from between my legs, his hand catching my tail and gently but firmly pulling it away from his body. He leans back down, licking up the wetness of my second orgasm, his tongue making one last, slow pass that makes me shudder.
The heat is building in my body, a familiar urgency rising from deep within. It’s the same feeling I had that night in the cabin, when my heat cycle first took hold. But this is different. I know what I want now. And I know how to get it.
Without thinking, I flip onto my stomach and lift my hips, presenting myself to him. My tail sways high in the air, an unmistakable invitation. I feel wanton, shameless.
I feel his lips press against one cheek of my ass, a gentle kiss that is nowhere near what I need right now.
“No, baby,” he murmurs, his voice husky but controlled.
I hiss in frustration, pushing my bare ass back against his face. The need is overwhelming now.
“Damn, Mara,” he groans, his hands coming to rest on my hips.
“You brought my heat cycle back on,” I growl over my shoulder. “Get your ass back here and take care of me.”
I lift my head back. Aaron’s breathing grows heavier behind me. I hear him moving, feel the mattress dip as he climbs to his knees. His hands settle on my hips, strong and steady.
“Okay, baby,” he says, his voice tight with restraint. “Okay.”
I feel him positioning himself at my entrance, the heat of him pressing against me. My tail wraps tightly around his waist, locking him in place. I can’t wait anymore. I slam back against him, taking him inside me in one brutal thrust.
Aaron doubles over, coughing out a strangled sound. “Damn, Mara, give a man a minute before you tear him in half.”
But I’m not listening. I can’t. The relief of having him inside me is too perfect. I start moving immediately, driving my hips back against him in a rhythm that borders on punishing. My body knows what it wants, what it needs.
I slam back harder, faster, my tail tightening around his waist to give me better leverage. I can feel him trying to take control, his fingers digging into my hips, but I won’t let him. Not now. This is mine.
He doesn’t last long. He swells inside me, his breath catches, his fingers tighten on my hips as he starts to pulse inside me. But I don’t stop. I keep moving, milking him through it, drawing every drop from him even as he grunts and tries to hold me still.
“Oh god, Mara,” he gasps, his voice breaking. “So you’re gonna fuck the soul right out of me.”
I keep going, whimpering and purring, lost in the sensation of him inside me. A drop of something warm hits my back—his drool, I realize, and my lion preens. He’s losing control completely.
“Fuck it,” he groans, giving up the fight to slow me down. “Just drain me. I’m gonna ban you from this position.”
My tail unwraps from his waist and slides between his legs, curling around his balls from behind. Aaron makes a choked sound, half-groan, half-whimper, as it squeezes. I feel himhardening again inside me, impossibly, and my purr rumbles low in my throat.
I bounce back harder, faster, chasing my own release now. Aaron is making sounds I’ve never heard from him before—desperate, broken noises that have my lion purring. I can feel his heartbeat through where we’re joined, racing so fast I wonder if he’s okay.
“I think I’m gonna pass out,” he mumbles, his words slurred, his hands now loose on my hips.
I moan, backing my ass up harder, another orgasm approaching. When it hits, it’s enough to make me collapse forward onto the mattress, my legs giving out. My tail unwraps from him and falls limply beside me. Aaron follows me down, his weight pressing me into the mattress as he pants against my back.
After a moment, he weakly rolls off me, landing on his back beside me. I sit up slowly, looking down at him. He’s staring up at the ceiling, one hand over his chest, his breathing ragged.
“Are you okay?” I ask, genuine concern filtering through the haze of pride.
He doesn’t answer. He rolls over and climbs on top of me in one motion, exhaustion gone like it was never there. I gasp, but I don’t resist as he settles his weight on me.
He kisses me tenderly, his lips soft against mine. Then the kiss changes, deepens, becomes something passionate and full of love. He buries his face in my neck, and I wrap my arms around him, rubbing the back of his head, my hand sliding down his back in soothing strokes.
