Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
I suddenly feel like a nervous virgin.
He emerges from my bathroom, wearing nothing but his unbelted trou that now hang loosely at his waist. My mouth goes dry at the sight of his bare, lean chest and the gleam of his piercings is almost hidden by the light orange fur that covers his body. He holds his boots and his clothes in one hand, tossing them onto a bench near the door to my bedroom, and then Jrrru is walking toward me again. I feel the absurd urge to bury my face into the short fur covering his chest and just…pet him for a while. I know from touching him that he’s all hard muscle under the pelt on his chest and I itch to touch him.
Instead, I clear my throat. “You didn’t bring extra clothes with you. I just realized.”
A grin breaks out across his leonine face, and I swear something quivers deep between my thighs. “I actually keep my clothes in the air-sled, just in case I need to make a quick getaway. That whole noli incident scarred me.”
I manage a small smile in return.
“Of course, if you want to get some noli at some point, I’d be willing to give it another shot.” He slides his arms around my waist and pulls me against his chest, rubbing his chin over the top of my head. “But that can wait a while.”
Oh, I like this. He’s cuddling me while we’re standing. I put my arms around him, feeling warm and safe as he purrs and holds me close.
Jrrru rubs his chin against my head again, murmuring. “You get in bed first, my aromatic one, and I’ll fit myself around you.”
My pulse flutters as he strokes my bare arm, and I’m fascinated at the thought of him fitting himself around me. I slip from his arms and move into the bed, pulling the covers back and moving close to the wall. When I initially put the bed against the wall, it was to make the room seem larger, but everything seems small with Jrrru’s large form nearby. I’m going to have to get a bigger bed, I realize. It’s going to dominate the entire tiny bedroom, but strangely enough, I like the thought. I like the idea of my bedroom being just completely overtaken with Jrrru.
He climbs into my small bed after me, and the frame creaks and groans with effort, as if our shared weight is not part of the deal it signed up for. I face the wall, pressing my front against it to try and give him as much space as possible to get situated, and we’re a tangle of arms and legs for a few moments as he gets comfortable. Then, Jrrru puts an arm around my waist and pulls me against him, and my back is pressed to his front, and my sleep-shirt is bunched at my waist, and I’m hyper-aware of the big, warm body pressed against mine.
“This isn’t bad,” he murmurs against my hair. “Are you comfortable?”
I nod, pressing back against him because he feels so good against the parts of my skin that are bare.
He rumbles low in his throat, another deep, thrumming purr, and I feel it against my back. His hand strokes my arm, and then slides to my front, caressing one of my breasts through my nightgown. “Still comfortable, love?”
I gasp at his touch. It sends a shockwave of pleasure through my body, and a pulse stabs deep in my belly. I’ve touched him and watched him touch himself because that was safe, and I could still hold myself back. I could still protect myself. It’s clear that Jrrru won’t let me hold myself back if we’re going to be together, and I didn’t realize I needed that little push until now.
“Can I make you come, love?” His voice is a sultry whisper against my hair. “I love the scent of your arousal. You smell so keffing good.”
I bite back a moan, arousal pulsing through me.
“I’ve been dreaming about touching you,” he continues, his callused fingertips toying with my nipple. “I want to see you come undone, but only if you want it, too. Tell me to stop and I will.”
“Stop,” I say automatically. Just to see what happens. It’s the cautious part of me that has to know how he’ll respond before I’ll feel truly safe.
Jrrru’s hand abruptly leaves my body. He presses a kiss to the back of my head, in my hair. “I’m sorry. I made you uncomfortable, didn’t I?”
I snatch his hand back and put it on my breast again. “I was just checking,” I pant. “Sorry. Please continue.”
He stiffens against me for a brief moment, and I worry I’ve made him upset. But then Jrrru chuckles and goes back to stroking my nipple. He plucks at the hard tip, his purring increasing. “Like this?”