Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 144433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
"Mmm, much." Maeve takes me into hand and positions my cock at the entrance to her body. I swear we both don't breathe until she seats herself upon me, and then a deep sigh escapes me at the same time as her. "So good."
I purr, chest rumbling as she braces her hands on me and works herself over my cock. Nothing is more gorgeous than my mate, wet hair clinging to her face and neck as she rides me. Her cheeks are flushed and she bites her lower lip as she concentrates on her pleasure, and I keffing love the sight of it. I could come with no effort at all. Three pumps into her willing body and I'd be done. But half of the enjoyment is watching Maeve work towards her climax. I love the way her breasts bounce as moves, the breathless noises she makes, the hot, wet clench of her cunt around my cock.
"Purr harder," she tells me, her eyes closed in an expression of concentration. "I can feel it...I'm so close..."
I'll do her one better. Still purring, I move my hand down to her cunt and press my thumb against the hood of her clit, giving her the hint of friction that she needs. She makes a choking sound, bearing down harder against me as she rides my cock, her movements furious and raw. I can feel her body squeezing tight around my length, enhancing my own pleasure, and when Maeve comes, it's with a gasp and a contracting ripple, as if she's squeezing me in her fist.
"My turn," I rumble, and flip our joined bodies as she catches her breath. Then she's underneath me and I'm in control, and it's my turn to use her for my release. Need boils through me, and with two hard strokes, I'm filling her full of my seed, my tail shivering with the force of my release.
She strokes my mane, reaching back behind my ears and scratching idly as I pant over her. "Well, that was lovely. You always know just how to make me feel amazing."
"It is because I enjoy watching your pleasure. It enhances mine."
"Well, you know me. Glad to help out." She chuckles. "I imagine this wasn't the scenario you had in mind when you said we needed a private conversation."
"A bit of a derailment, but one I always welcome," I manage, resisting the urge to push deeper into her, to squeeze every last drop of seed from my sac into her body. That's the noli talking, though I have to admit, I'm not minding it. I could happily keep Maeve in this bed for a few days, though if we get a guest tomorrow that could complicate things.
"Really? I kinda thought it was a nice segue," Maeve says, playing with my mane.
A segue? "To building plans?"
Her hand stills. "Building plans? What?"
I lift my head to meet her gaze, pulling off of her. "What what?"
Maeve gives me a confused look. "I...I thought we were going to have the conversation. The conversation."
"About Mrrrkuss and Sanassa wanting a cottage of their own?" I'm confused why she's emphasizing it.
"The baby conversation!"
I'm stunned. She wishes to have a conversation about cubs? This is what she thinks we are to discuss? "I...did not realize."
"That much is obvious." She pushes away from me and sits up, a hurt look on her face. "Sorry to spring it on you. I didn't realize it wasn't on your mind."
I grab her hand so she doesn't get up and leave. "Just because we were speaking of different things doesn't mean we cannot discuss this."
The look on Maeve's face is wary. She settles in next to me again, tucking one leg underneath her. I should get up and clean off, and bring a towel back for her, but it feels more important to do this right now. "I don't want to push you," Maeve says. "Not if you're not ready for this conversation. We have to both be ready."
I sit up, too, and study her face. I'm good at reading my mate's moods. She thinks she can hide how she feels from me, but the longer we are together, the easier she is to decipher. Maeve desperately wants to talk about this, but doesn't want to be the one to bring it up. She's devastated we are not thinking along the same lines. "Just because I did not think of it first does not mean I do not want to discuss it."
"I don't want to be the one with all the ideas," she tells me anxiously.
I fight back the urge to snort in derision. This has never bothered her in the past. But my sweet Maeve looks incredibly distressed, and I do not want to set her off. "If I did not like your ideas, we would not be together," I tell her gently. "Say what is on your mind. I promise I am not unhappy that you are bringing this up."