felt before, but that doesn’t surprise me. Female cockatrices are built to withstand any level of heat, so it doesn’t burn so much as warms my insides in a way that makes me feel like I’ll be able to glow too. It’s like he’s coating me from the inside out, bathing me in our mutual bliss. It’s an incredible feeling. I’ve never felt so satisfied, safe, or cherished as I do right now.
Thrusting up, he buries himself deeply one last time, like he wants to ensure every last drop hits its mark. His actions almost feel like they’re sitting on the cusp of a claiming, but I dismiss that thought and chalk it up to just the most epic sex. Ever.
I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. I’ve officially been fucked speechless. I couldn’t even talk if I wanted to. My brain refuses to form words, so I just end up mumbling gibberish and then sighing in contentment as the last of my orgasm ripples away.
Chuckling, Rook untangles his hand from my hair and drops his hold back to my ass where his tail is wrapped around me possessively, the feathers petting the curve of my butt cheeks. I pull my hands from my knees and wrap my arms around his neck again.
We just stand there, tangled against each other, breathing it all in. Rook nuzzles my neck, and I lean into it like some lovesick teenager. I feel shattered, but in the best possible way.
How have I gone my whole life without knowing that this is how it can be between two people? I get it now. I get why people call sex intimate. It was never that way for me before. Fun, pleasurable, disappointing—but never intimate.
I realize that my tail has gotten in on the petting action too, and my tail feathers are currently running up the outside of his thigh and back down again.
“That was…” Rook starts.
“A-muh-zen,” I slur at the same time he exhales, “Perfect.”
Can orgasms make you high? I feel so fucking floaty right now.
I pat him on the back like I’m wordlessly saying well done, and Rook chuffs out a laugh. I can only imagine the blissed out smile that must be stretched across my face, but I can’t actually feel my face to tell for sure, so whatevs.
As if he’s not ready to let me go yet, Rook keeps me in his arms as he picks me up off the wall and carries me to the iron cot that’s been built to hang out of the wall. He sits down on the flat mattress, keeping me straddled in his lap.
My knees hit the cool metal of the bed frame, and I wonder how long he’s going to stay inside of me...not that I’m complaining. He could probably announce that we’re going to now stay like this forever, and I’d bump knuckles with him and be cool with it. I side-eye myself at that realization. Get a grip, Sinclair. No dick should have that much power.
His tail runs its feathers up my spine in a soothing caress, and Rook pushes my hair back from my face. It wasn’t really in my face to begin with, so I get all giddy at the thought that he just did it because he wanted to touch me. I mean, I am pretty amazing, so I don’t blame him, but it’s good that he agrees.
With expertise, he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and then kisses me slowly. My brows shoot up with surprise even as my eyes close as he sweeps his tongue inside my mouth with tender reverence. I’ve never had a guy want to makeout after sex.
Holding his arms, I cling to him as I kiss him back, suddenly nervous. Rook has me feeling like I’m some kind of blushing virgin, when the reality is that I’m anything but. Apparently, I need to re-evaluate my expectations though, because holy sex god, my eyes have now been opened, and my vagina is forever changed.
After a few minutes of the sweetest makeout session ever, Rook pulls away from my lips, and a whimper of protest leaves me. He laughs softly. “What are you thinking, Sunrise?” he asks softly, his turquoise eyes flicking over my face.
“That my vagina wants to worship you,” I reply breathily. When I realize what I’ve said, I slam a hand over my mouth.
Really, brain? First we can’t talk and then you let that loose? Keep that shit inside!