to let him sleep, she didn’t resist but let him nuzzle against her as she ran her fingers through the tangled waves of his hair. He arched into her touch, and she grew bold enough to stroke down across his shoulders. Such massive shoulders, hard muscles rippling beneath that soft and velvety skin.
He made that odd purring noise again, and then he moved with surprising speed, rolling her over and burying his face between her breasts. He snarled at the cloth blocking his access to her skin and ripped it away with a sharp tug of his teeth.
“Aidon, wait—oh.” Her protest died as his mouth closed unerringly around her nipple. He felt so good, working the small bud with feverish intensity and sending little sparks of excitement to her clit.
I should make him stop. The words rang in the back of her mind, but he seemed stronger now, his muscles no longer trembling. Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to let him taste her. She let her hands move back to his shoulders, not to push him away but to pull him closer as he moved from one taut peak to the other. She arched against him as her excitement continued to build, and she realized that she could come just from his mouth on her breasts. But just as her body started to tense in anticipation, he raised his head. She almost cried out with disappointment, but maybe it was for the—
The thought disappeared as his mouth returned, not to her breasts this time, but straight to her aching clit. The first stroke of that rough tongue across her exposed flesh sent her shuddering into a fast, hard climax. He didn’t even pause, his tongue lapping eagerly at the liquid heat flooding her thighs, then thrusting impossibly deep into her clenching channel before returning to circle her still pulsing clit.
Time had no meaning as he drove her from one climax into the next, leaving her limp and breathless but unable to stop herself from responding to his touch. He finally threw back his head and roared before collapsing onto the bed, his head nestled against her thigh. She started to panic, but then she realized that his breathing was slow and even and his body relaxed.
Still feeling guilty, she worked her way out from under him and then realized that he had come as well. An unexpected quantity of golden semen flooded the sheets beneath his cock. Maybe she hadn’t taken advantage of him after all. He had obviously enjoyed himself, and he did seem easier now.
After cleansing him as best she could, she found another shirt to replace the torn one and settled down to wait. He awoke several hours later, but he still seemed much calmer.
As soon as his eyes opened, they flew to her.
“I had a dream. Did I touch you?”
She smiled bashfully. Her clit was still swollen and tender, throbbing pleasantly at the memory of just how he had touched her.
“You could say that.”
“Did I hurt you?”
“Not at all.” She started to reach for him, and he flinched away. For a moment she was hurt, but then she saw the anguish on his face and refused to back down. Her hand closed over his much larger hand. He shivered, and she saw the heat start to build in his eyes.
“You didn’t hurt me,” she repeated. She could feel the color washing her cheeks, but she kept going. “You made me feel really good.” After a quick peek at him from under her lashes, she added, “I didn’t mean to take advantage of you, but it seemed to ease you as well.”
Shock covered his face, then he closed his eyes almost sparingly.
“Did I do something wrong? Should I have stopped you?”
“This is not your fault. I have heard that mating can relieve some of the symptoms of the shifting sickness.”
“Mating? You mean…sex?” Why was it so hard for her to say the word? It certainly hadn’t been hard for her to enjoy his touch. She looked up to find him studying her face.
“That is what mating means to you?”
“Yes. Is there another meaning?”
He hesitated, then shook his head. “It’s the only meaning you need to worry about. I didn’t intend to force myself on you—that’s why I told you not to touch me.”
“I know, but my touch seems to help.” She bit her lip and looked away again. “And you didn’t force me. I wanted you to touch me.”
“I’m glad that I didn’t take advantage of you, but