Page 11 of Batty About You (Pine Ridge Universe #23)

“Kelly.”

The way he pants my name when we’re kissing, falling through my apartment door, stumbling in with our hands desperate to touch... It wakes up things in me that I didn’t know I could feel. All the fumbling fantasies and tentative rubbing are nothing like the blast furnace of want consuming me.

“Bogdan,” I manage to reply around his kisses as I’m swept into his arms, wishing he’d hurry up and unzip me. I always thought I’d be shy about being naked with anyone, especially a man, but no. There’s no hesitation, no shyness, only safety. He’s all mine. I’m all his.

“We can wait? I don’t mind.”

“We can wait,” I repeat, while guiding his hands to my hips. “If it feels right.”

His fingers find the zipper’s base where the bodice and skirt meet. “How do you feel?”

“You tell me.” I lead one of his hands to my bare shoulder, inches from the top of my breasts.

Even though he’s not even touching an erogenous zone, my nipples are so hard they hurt, and I feel like someone has hidden a vise between my legs.

How can a body feel so slippery and soaking but so tight and achey all at the same time?

I always figured Bogdan and I would be equal partners in romance, like we were in friendship, but he’s being so sweetly hesitant, and I want to plow ahead. I don’t have any reservations. My hands dig into the fur at his sides, kneading my way to his waistband.

“You feel amazing,” Boggie finally answers my last challenge when our kiss breaks off so we can both suck in greedy gulps of air before it starts all over.

This time, his mouth moves lower, dotting a dozen kisses on my lips, cheeks, and chin before his mouth finds my throat, and his fingers finally pull my zipper down.

The bodice of the dress sags, then falls completely, leaving me in a puddle of flounces and layers, and a strapless, balconette-style bra.

“Oh, wow. Oh, God... Kelly, you’re so beautiful.”

“And you’re handsome—yes, just like this,” I shush him before he can protest. I step out of my skirt and lead him to my bedroom.

To heck with the candles and wine, to heck with any of the things I’m supposed to have.

I have a ring on my finger and the man I love right next to me.

“All I need is you,” I remind him when his steps slow.

“It might be easier to wait until morning.” Bogdan pulls me to a gentle stop. “Not to brag, or anything, but this form has more muscles. Density.” He coughs. Under his fur, I know he’s blushing. “Girth.”

If only he knew how often I craved something more substantial than my two fingers, skillful and soft though they are. I’d been thinking about getting a toy of some kind, but I figured, with my luck, one of my little sisters would find it on a visit.

Mom might let me get away with letting them stay up late and even watch the occasional scary movie, but if they ever told her I had “adult novelties” in my apartment...

“We don’t have to go all the way,” Bogdan suddenly offers.

“Why don’t we go slow and see how it feels?” I suggest. With that, he nods and walks with me again, swooping me up in his arms at the last second to carry me into my bedroom.

“Practicing for our honeymoon,” he whispers.

“Where do you want to go?”

He smiles, and I melt. “To our bedroom.”

“Oooh, very affordable, yet fun,” I whisper, stroking his face.

The little string of LED lights I have strung over my desk is on, but the rest of the room is dark, creating shadows and a soft amber glow.

Perfect for Halloween romance, I decide.

This time, when Bogdan comes near me, I hook my fingers firmly over his waistband and run my other hand over the bulge that’s clearly showing.

And my hand keeps going. And going.

“Holy cow!” I look up at him, and he tries to back away. “Hey! That’s a good thing, I think.”

“Really?” The ridges above his eyes lift.

“Well,” I try to sound matter-of-fact, “not all of it has to go in for us to have a good time. And I think once we get some practice in, we’ll both enjoy how big you are in this form.”

“I read one time that some bats have oddly disproportionate equipment. And I have some bat-like features, but I’m still part human, so... I’m just a little oversized.”

“Most men would be bragging, not looking so humble.” I slowly begin to tug the waistband down, licking my lips. Do we go to second and third base before we plunge in? I’m not sure I’m good at any of this.

What if he wants to go down on me??

Now it’s my turn to find some nerves.

“Well, when I turn back into a normal guy, I have normal length and all. I don’t want you to be disappointed with either half of me.”

“Hey! Listen,” I say in my best “teacher voice,” “nothing you do is going to disappoint me, because I love you for who you are, not what body parts you have. Also, there are couples out there who complain about having the same boring sex all the time. I’m lucky!

I have a partner with variety built in! Are you sure you won’t get bored with me? ”

“Never in a million years.”

Bogdan sits and keeps my hand on his bulge, his fingers over top of mine as we begin those long, hungry kisses once more. His fingers find the front of my panties and stroke, moving softly up and down my belly to the apex of my pussy, ghosting over me and sending my nerve endings into a spiral.

“Lie back?” he asks.

“Come with me.”

I fit in the cocoon of his wings as we snuggle on my bed, slowly shimmying our clothes off between kisses, until I can feel his dense, soft fur pressing into my thighs—and something long and hard with velvety soft skin pressing against my hip.

One of my hands squirms down to wrap around him, gasping when I realize he has an unusual tip, shaped like the twin semi-circles at the top of a heart and tapering to a long, thick shaft.

Just as I’m wondering how that wide, bulbous tip is going to feel pushing its way inside of me, Boggie’s fingers breach the crotch of my panties, slipping under the fabric to stroke my outer lips.

We moan together, touching and exploring.

“So soft,” he marvels. “And so smooth.” His bony fingertips touch my smooth outer labia before circling back to stroke my little thatch of curls.

“So hard,” I counter. “And big. Especially here.” I circle my fingertips over this heart-shaped crown, noticing how slick and wet it is at the center.

Bogdan moans and shifts, bucking into my hand—and pushing his long, stroking fingers deep inside of me.

“Oh, Kell!” he hisses, eyes wide. “I didn’t mean to do that, baby.”

I might have cried out at the sudden intrusion and how deep he went, how odd it feels to have something inside of me that I don’t control, but I’m not complaining. “I’ve been thinking about this for so long. I’m so ready,” I confess, my hips rolling on his hand.

And just like he always has, even long distance, he gives me what I need. He starts stroking in and out of me steadily, letting my walls ride his fingers with shuddering spasms as he explores me.

“No one’s ever touched me. Your fingers are longer than mine. No one’s ever been so deep inside of me.”

“Is it wrong to be so turned on by the idea of being deep inside of you?” Bogdan whispers.

“I hope not, but if it is, we get to be wrong together. I want every inch of you.” I wince a little as his fingers pick up the pace, opening my virgin pussy wider and deeper with every thrust.

“Can I... can I see if I can make you come first?”

“Uh-huh.” I close my eyes and let him do what he wants, loving every sensation.

The fingers that keep moving deeper and faster, pressing up into a soft, spongy spot that makes my belly cramp in the best way, his mouth pulling my breast free of its lacey cup, and a long, flickering tongue curling over my nipple as his thumb seeks out my clit.

“Stay right there,” Boggie whispers.

“Where are you going?” I ask, confusion in my voice.

“Down.”

Idon’t know if Kelly realizes that I can see in the dark, and I don’t want to explain it right now.

I also don’t want to come all over her pretty ocean blue bedspread, but as I shake my pants off my ankles and toss her panties to the floor, I’m afraid that’s what’s going to happen.

She’s gorgeous. The secret spot between her thighs is all glistening shades of pink, coral, and mauve, and I can smell her arousal like a cloud of the best perfume—like the good scents in nature, like being in a flower garden or an orchard—but better.

This smell is a bouquet of hormones and pheromones that I probably couldn’t detect in human form, but in man-bat form, I ache to milk her juices from her and lap them up.

She shudders when my fingers re-enter her, and she gasps when my mouth fastens over her clit.

“Oh, God.”

I suck gently at first, but my instincts don’t have any manners.

I want her pussy. I want the juice inside of it, and I want to claim her by pushing my entire cock home and letting her claim me back, marking her with those sweet juices.

Of course, I have no idea if I’m doing any of it right, or if that’s what I should do, but it’s what I want to do.

Kelly’s noises start off soft and breathy, but become more insistent as her soft skin rubs against my mouth, hungry for my attention. I feel her hand grip my wing as her legs slide over my shoulders, offering more of herself to me.

Well, I’d be a fool not to accept such a delicious, loving offer. My fingers work harder and faster against her, angling up because that’s what makes her legs clamp around my neck, and my large bat-like ears swivel in delight as I realize her noises have turned into words.

“Bogdan, Bogdan, Bogdan!” An endless loop of pleasure that abruptly ends when she sits up, squeezing her eyes shut and clutching my fur with both hands. “Ohhhh! Oh, oh, madre de Dios, mi amor, mi vida!”

I stay between her legs. As much as I want to look into her eyes and hold her, I also want every last drop of her nectar. My tongue snakes inside and fights its way past trembling walls that are suddenly so much tighter.