Page 24 of Married to Her Yeti
He couldn’t help but fist his shaft. “You don’t have to do that. This was about you tonight.”
Mari ran her fingers through his fur. “This can still be about me, if that matters. I want to taste you and run my tongue up and down your length. To find pleasure in your pleasure.”
Nima struggled to swallow.Am I dreaming?
A memory from their past crept in. Mari had been home from college for the holidays. He had one remaining exam through the University of Alaska remote learning program. She’d baked cookies in her parents’ kitchen. The sweet aroma of butter, sugar, and pumpkin spice filled the house. Christmasmusic softly played in the background while he studied and she made frosting. Everyone else had left for the movies. As he reviewed his notes, he’d suddenly realized Mari had quietly crawled under the table between his legs. She undid his pants, worked his sheath until his dick dropped, then sucked his cockhead and pumped his shaft with her hands until he’d filled her mouth with his release. He’d had no one else’s mouth on his dick. Ever. The few other women he’d been with had only wanted a yeti to fuck them. They’d been focused on their pleasure, not his.
Her eyes flashed. “I want you, Nima. Now.”
He climbed back onto the bed, carefully placing a knee on either side of her. “If this is uncomfortable or hurts you, tell me to—” His words dissolved into a moan as she closed her lips over the head of his erection. Even for a yeti, Nima was large. Mari couldn’t take much of him into her mouth. She made up for that with her talented hands.
Nima gripped the headboard and groaned as she teased his balls with one hand and ran her other from the base of his dick to where her clever lips sealed over his crown. “Gods, Mari,” he said, shuddering as he gazed down at her. Her lovely breasts, larger than they used to be, brushed the fur on his inner thighs.He hoped he’d get another chance to squeeze, knead, and suck them before their time was up.
He couldn’t believe this was happening and, just like Mari, he wouldn’t last long. He’d been a breath away from coming since last night in the closet. When she reached around him, squeezing his ass with her small hands as she took him deeper into her mouth, his balls tightened. “I’m going to come, Mari,” he rasped, afraid his grip might splinter the headboard or claws scratch the wood.
She popped his cock from her mouth, a string of her saliva and his precum connecting the two in a way that brought him even closer to the edge. “Paint my breasts with your cum,” Mari demanded. “Mark me with it.”
Fuck, what was she saying? He gripped his cock. “Because you’re mine?” he gritted out. “Always have been and always will be?” Now what washesaying?
“Yes, always,” Mari moaned, and he realized she’d slipped a hand between her legs. She was rubbing her clit as he worked his dick. So fucking hot. It always had been with her.
Nima jerked as the first spurt of his release hit her breast. She cupped her tit as he roped more cum on her fingers and other breast. He growled, his body trembling with his climax as he painted Mariand she smeared his cum into her skin, pinching her own nipple with sticky fingers as she cried out his name.
“A third orgasm?” he gasped, trying to regain his breath. This one at her own hand. When Mari nodded, her eyes clenched in pleasure, he said, “Bra-fucking-vo.” Then he carefully bent down to kiss the daylights out of his girl.
Their mouths clashed in an aggressive kiss usually reserved for the pre-sex energy that occurred before three orgasms, or at the mouth of one’s...wife. Is that why this was so good? Their first marriage sex? Nima wouldn’t voice that out loud, nor mention the “marking” or vow she’d made to always be his. No matter what they’d said in the throes of passion, he had to remind himself that Mari had requested a divorce.
Nima snagged her lip between his teeth, slowly releasing it as he still struggled for oxygen. He tipped his forehead to hers. “How are you feeling about this?” he asked, sounding as winded as if he’d hefted a granite countertop up a stairwell.
Mari blinked her eyes open. He never wanted to forget her flushed cheeks, serene smile, or the sparkle in her eyes as she looked up at him. “So good, so right.”
He pressed one last kiss to her lips. “Excellent. Let’s get cleaned up.”
Nima carried Mari to the bathroom, helped her wash, and then wrapped her ribs. Once he settled her back in bed with her air cast on, he left her side to retrieve his pants from her bedroom floor.
“What are you doing?” she asked, confusion in her voice. Did she think he was going to sleep nude in the living room? Other yeti had no problem sleeping sans clothes in a snowdrift. Not Nima. Despite all his fur, he appreciated a thick blanket.
“It will be cold on the couch. I need to get dressed.”
Mari reached a hand toward him. “Sleep with me. Just for tonight?”
Nima hesitated. Sex was one thing. But sex and sleeping with Mari all night in her bed, then waking up with her on Christmas Eve was another. It seemed... intimate. Not that sex wasn’t. But cuddling the entire night might make signing those divorce papers and walking away from her even more painful than it was already going to be.
But he couldn’t say no. He dropped his pants back to the floor, took Mari’s hand in his, and slipped under the covers with her. They couldn’t spoon like they used to, not with her injuries and her uprightposition. So, Nima settled next to her, leaning against the stack of pillows as he tucked his arm around her. Mari’s intoxicating sugary scent fully surrounded him, and he breathed deep. She rested her hand on his thigh while carding her fingers through his fur in the most divine way. He’d deal with the consequences later. In this moment, despite his fear of future heartache, it felt right to be here with her now.
Why hadshe asked Nima to sleep with her? Had it been a post-sex hormone decision? Maybe. But it didn’t matter. MariwantedNima in bed with her. She wanted his scent and warmth surrounding her. She wanted to run her fingers through his fur while nestled in the crook of his arm.
Nima turned off her bedside light and leaned down to kiss her on the forehead. “Sleep well,” he said. “Wake me up if you need anything.”
She slid her right hand onto his hard, muscular thigh, burrowing her fingers into his fur. “Thank you, Nima.”
He inhaled as if about to speak, then paused for amoment before asking, “For your three orgasms or... what? You get all the credit for the last one.”
Mari chuckled, then gripped her ribs with her left hand. “Don’t make me laugh. Besides, you played an integral part in that last orgasm.” She would replay him coming all over her breasts at a more private time. If she continued to think about it now, she’d become wet again and might beg for a repeat. But her recovering body needed rest.
He hummed appreciatively and squeezed her to him. “Be careful. If you flatter my dick too much, it will come back out to play.”
Mari smiled into the dark again, stifling another laugh and loving that he was thinking about more sex, too. “Ribs, Nima, ribs.”
