Page 14 of Healing the Leonid Doctor's Heart
“You can spread out more in here.”
“I want to do more, but I don’t think I’m ready for everything,” she protested faintly, still clawing her way acrosshis shoulders, hands in his mane. All of him was so... somuch! After a lifetime of tiny indulgences like new pairs of shoes before the old ones were completely used up, or tinned exotic fruits from the far reaches of Sapien-Three or off-world, Marcus seemed like years’ worth of pleasure in one moment. Such a luxuriously thick, silky mane to tangle her fingers in, and soft velvety ears to stroke. Cords of strength wrapped around her when he held her, with fur that her fingers sank into like deep plush. That tongue... Abigail blushed as they snuggled together in a tight circle of arms, legs, and one tail, ripples running through her senses as he purred and made them both vibrate.
“This is incredible. Thank you,” she whispered.
THIS WAS INCREDIBLE, Marcus thought. She was so eager to touch him, stroke him, kiss him, and all of her was so smooth and tantalizingly soft. The more they nestled together, the stronger his urges grew, and the more her scent encouraged him. He wondered if he should mention that, but he’d noticed humans seemed to find mentions of scent in relation to arousal confusing. Silly little human olfactory systems. They didn’t even realize that scent played a role in their choice of mates.
Memories of Kaya’s hot, desert flower scent mixed with spices made him instantly hard, instantly made his mouth water.
Abigail’s scent was different, something gentler, milder, but with so many layers. His nose loved a challenge, and it led him downward, kissing his way through her clothes until he reached her thigh.
“Marcus?”
“I’m here. Finding out what you like.”
“I like everything so far.” Abigail started to sit up, but he put one paw on her abdomen, and she froze.
He wished she wouldn’t do that—but also loved when she did that. That was one layer—fear. Delicious and delicate, something so slight that it made the predator in him lick his jaws and beg to be released.
Soon. Soon you can eat her all up.
“I’m going to kiss you some more, with kisses you’ll like,” Marcus soothed.
“There?”
The fear scent was almost even with the arousal scent, and the combined perfume made him dizzy.
“Yes. May I?”
“No one ever has.”
“Now someone will.”
Abigail seemed to consider that argument for a few seconds. Then, she reached to the wall beside the bed and shut the lights off. “We can try it like this.”
Marcus nodded. “Of course.”
Silly human Queen. Didn’t she know he could see in the dark? Not as well as in the day, but quite well enough to see what he was going to be feasting on.
“What about you?” Abigail asked, ever the helper, ever the practical one.
“What about me?”
“Do you want me to do the same?”
“Not right now. Tonight, I pleasure you. I get your trust out of this; that’s paramount. If I also get you to come a few times, that’s also my reward.”
“No one’s ever made me, so you must promise not to take it too hard if I can’t. Or don’t. This has still been the best night I’ve ever shared with someone.”
Never been given an orgasm by another person? How tragic.Marcus slid easily off the bed and to his knees, kneeling beside it. His paw traveled around her slim ankles and calves. “What about pleasuring yourself?” Paws clutched thighs, and he felt her resistance. His touch wasn’t meant to force; he was just naturally so much stronger. A little nudge and she stopped fighting to keep them close, letting his padded digits trace the insides of her thighs, working in circles up to her pussy.
“I’m not a prude, I just... I suppose I lost interest for a while. I’m sure I have before.”
If she has to think about it, it must not have been anything too spectacular—and I hope I can change that.Marcus bent his head and began nibbling kisses up one leg, then trailed his tongue down the inside, catching traces of something salty-sweet that made his cock throb. Under the cover of darkness, he slid his soft black trousers down to free his erection.
ABIGAIL’S EYES CLOSED, and her fists balled as his mouth and tongue worked nearer and nearer to her hot center. She was so wet, had never been this wet—what if it was too wet? What if he was repulsed? What if he told her that’s not what he was used to? What if Marcus—
Whatever worry she was about to have had to get in line as she felt Marcus hook one digit through the leg hole of herunderwear and pull down. In two slow, gentle motions, her skirt was raised and folded back over her waist, and her thin shield of fabric was gone.
