Andy collapsed on top of me, seemingly spent. I figured it had to be from eating my orgasm, as just having one of his own hadn’t seemed to faze him. Feeling his warmth on top of me, our mixed fluids seeping slowly from within my core, I felt the strangest sensation. I didn’t believe in destiny, but something about Andy had the distinct impression of a puzzle piece falling into place where nothing else would have ever fit.

I ran a hand through Andy’s long, dark hair where his head rested on my shoulder, and the words just came out. They were sincere, but unbidden. “I love you, Andy.”

My perception seemed to warp a little when Andy responded. “I know, and I am glad.” At least, I could have sworn that was what he said, until I saw him just staring intently at me. “Say it again. Please? I cherish hearing the words from your soft lips.”

I smiled. “I love you.” I was surprised to feel Andy stiffening inside me! Naturally, I couldn’t help but say it again. “I love you so much!”

He smiled, rapturously handsome, and kissed me languidly, letting his tongue curl around mine. That was why I was all the more confused when he pulled out, making me sigh, and leaving me feeling empty.

Andy lay next to me, looking over at me with his eyes twinkling, his erection still brazenly obvious. Then he surprised me, rolling and tugging me onto his lap using his tail and both arms. “I want you like this!” I blinked, again feeling a strange, heavy sense of déjà vu, and feeling slightly disoriented. “I wish to bear witness to your divine beauty as you work your womanly magic astride me.” I still felt delightfully light-headed. Andy was grinning mischievously, though was his hair shorter? “Just like before; don’t deny me now! Only you can soothe the roaring flames of my inferno with your sacred ministrations.”

I felt timid; I hadn’t been the one on top often, and not in so long… I didn’t know that I’d ever been very good at it. But I wanted to please Andy. I wanted to make him feel good too. In fact, the urge to give him satisfaction, the way he wanted, was overpowering. I wanted to give the man I loved what he craved.

Carefully, as Andy gripped the base of his shaft, I shifted back onto him, and my doubts started to melt away. Damn, he felt so good! I moved my hips, and just pulling back sent tingles through my pelvis. When I moved to meet him again, he penetrated much more deeply, and I couldn’t hold back a moan, the sensation was exquisite!

As I started a regular, awkward rhythm, struggling to keep moving despite the pleasure, Andy seemed delighted to preoccupy himself with my breasts. He grappled and squeezed, sucked, and even bit; he was incredibly enthusiastic! Occasionally his claws would dig into my skin as he lost full control, he’d groan with his fine brow furrowed and his perfect lips just parted slightly.

I forgot my inhibitions and let myself go, giving in to our shared moment in time. I couldn’t believe how amazing I could make myself feel, how much Andy seemed to be enjoying it! I had never felt so passionately when I was in control before, I didn’t know I could do such a thing! But I loved Andy, and he was obviously relishing every second. I felt such pride for my accomplishment, and adoration for him, as I watched him bite his lip and close his eyes.

I started to feel an urgency in my core and went faster, kissing Andy as I could, but having to break often just to breathe. And I had to moan, he was hitting all these places, deep inside of me, that were so tender and were thrilling in response to his touch!

I shook my head slightly, feeling almost drugged. Andy’s voice sounded distant, like I was underwater. “Yes, my angel. Give me more of your sweet, sacred rapture. Cum for me!” Andy was purring in my ear at one moment, the next he was sucking on my breast. It was all melding together.

I wouldn’t, not yet! I leaned down, by Andy’s ear. “Only if you cum with me.”

Andy’s reaction was profound. He moaned and held me tightly to him; I could feel his claws almost breaking the skin on my lower back. He started thrusting up into me wildly; his strokes were powerful and rapid. It was everything I could do to move my hips in tandem to meet him.

Everything was spiraling out of control, but I had to hold back. I wanted to bring Andy to orgasm at the same time! I was groaning with the effort, I could feel myself tensing, my whole body felt hot and sensitive to the perfection of his touch. Surely if this raging heat continued, I would be swallowed by the sun!

I couldn’t hold back any longer! One more thrust and I started to climax, shouting Andy’s name as I stared in his predatory, blue eyes. Waves of euphoria eclipsed me over and over again as I heard Andy snarl and felt his hot jism spilling inside of me.

Andy looked liked a feral animal that had caught and killed its prey in those moments, and I willingly gave myself to him. Afterwards, dazed, I slumped forward, completely spent.

I dimly recall crawling off of Andy, a few sweet kisses, and curling up with him for the night. He clung to me tightly and whispered sweet nothings in my ear, telling me he would never let me go again.

Notes

This chapter was written with the help of my co-conspirator, The Unforgiven. Thanks, man!