Page 24 of Batty About You (Pine Ridge Universe #23)

“You’re the best, but I need a break,” Kelly whimpers when I’m tempted to start again.

“Sorry, I got carried away.” I sit up and stroke Kelly’s flushed hair away from her face.

“That means it was good, right?” she asks, eyebrows arching as she puffs out an exhausted breath that lifts escaping strands of her wavy dark hair from her cheek.

“Oh, my God. Kelly. Like... It’s addictive.”

She looks so relieved, then thrilled. “Really?”

“Uh-huh.”

“So you weren’t just doing that to be polite?”

“Oh, definitely, definitely, it was all because I’m such a well-mannered man,” I tease, voice heavy with sarcasm. “I intend to be that ‘polite’ every night. No one’s going to go around saying I’m rude.”

Kelly pokes me in the wing. “I won’t stop you. I’ve read about that in books, but... I kind of thought people were lying.”

“It might be the special tongue,” I let it dart across her lips, too late thinking about whether she’ll object to her own juices finding their way to her mouth.

To my surprise, Kelly’s eyes close, and she pulls my head to hers, locking our mouths together as she glides her perfect body on top of mine.

She’s touching me without any fear or hesitation, hands in my fur, our tongues tangling... Like a dream I never let myself have, suddenly true.

When her hands move to stroke slowly down the insides of my wings, I think I see stars. Every particle of my skin reacts to her touch, the thin but sturdy membrane alive with rushing blood.

Before I can beg her to let me taste her again, or better yet, let me be inside of her, she slides down, still stroking my wings until she reaches the place where they attach to my sides. There, she turns on her side and looks into my eyes while her hand wraps around my leaking cock.

“Like that?” she murmurs as she begins to stroke up and down.

“I love that,” I moan, the moan turning into a loud, drawn-out groan when her thumb circles over the top, stroking each lobe of the tip, tracing the heart shape as she watches me losing control.

“I love you.” She shifts again, and my beautiful, sweet angelic girlfriend puts my cock in her mouth and starts bobbing her head.

The urge to come is almost instant, and the urge to fight it so the bliss lasts longer barely wins.

“Baby, you’re so good at this!” I praise, in the best kind of shock.

Her tongue strokes along the pale pink and fawn-colored surface, taking me in until I hit the back of her throat, and then she retreats, not forcing me in too deep.

Everything feels graceful and smooth, like a sensual, intimate dance that’s secret, just for us.

The word sinful leers in my brain, but it’s not.

There is no sin in this, only unadulterated, pure love.

“I’m so in love with you,” I whisper, fingers tangling in her dark locks.

“So devoted to you. I would do anything for you, you know that?”

She nods, mouth still wrapped around me, humming her assent.

“And I love that we finally get to do this, to be with each other in every way.”

Kelly lifts her head with one long, slow suck that makes it feel as though the cum is being drained from me and forced higher. I barely hold off.

“There’s one more way to be together,” she reminds me, rolling onto her back, arms reaching for me.

He’s so big, but I’m so ready. Bogdan cocoons me in his wings after I finally shed my bra, and we cuddle with nothing between us, kissing and sharing the taste of each other.

A few years ago, I think I would have been grossed out.

Now, I’m in love with how intimate it is, and how this is something we’ve saved only for each other.

“I am yours.” I cup his face and smile at how adorable he looks in his furry, bat-like form.

I can’t wait to wake up beside his human form tomorrow and repeat this, feeling his smooth skin instead of his fur, feeling his human cock sliding deep inside of me, the path already cleared by tonight’s activities.

“I’m all yours, Kell.”

Bogdan lets me guide his cock inside of me, his wings and arms pinned under me at the moment.

The wide head stretches me and finally breaks the slippery tension of my virgin opening with a “pop” of pressure and the rush of his long, thick length filling me.

I think we both meant for it to ease in, but that’s not what happened, and I’m left with stinging eyes and uncomfortable stretching, but then...

Any pain fades when he’s kissing me so insistently, his tongue teasing my lips one second, then my neck. I feel the faint edges of sharp teeth on my breast as my pussy opens up around him. “Ohhh, fuck. Fuck that’s so much. And so good,” I whisper, eyes squeezed shut.

“Too much?”

“No, it’s just right.”

And it is. And so are we. With minimal awkwardness, we seem to fit together, him pulling back and lifting up just when I need him to, and my body aching for him, lifting up to meet him whenever I need to.

I’m convinced it’s because we’re both musicians, convinced it’s because our hearts are playing the same silent melody only our bodies can hear.

The rhythm is exquisite, pounding faster and faster as I get wetter and softer around him. I don’t tell Bogdan, but with him being such a scholarly sort, I didn’t think of him as being particularly athletic.

Let’s just say I’m proven wrong. He’s one passionate coil of muscle and energy, but he’s still the same sensitive best friend I fell for.

“My Kelly. My sweet one. Bride! Bride to be. You did say yes, didn’t you?” he whispers, tones taut with passion, but still so excited.

“I did! And I want to get married soon. I want to be together soon, so we can do this every night,” I cry out, arms around his neck as I pull him in and hold him.

“Stay, stay,” I hiss as a new sensation starts to roll through me.

A different, deeper, more subtle orgasm, with slow, pulsing sensations like the vibrato of a double bass, as compared to the pounding, fiery sensation of my first orgasm.

“Oooh, I can feel you squeezing me. It feels just like you’re licking me, sweetheart. Pussy muscles are so talented.”

“They’re dancing with you. We’re always dancing to our tune,” I sigh as my walls clamp down and I lift my hips again and again, stroking myself at just the right angle.

“Oh. Ohh, Kell... You have to—”

“Ahhh!” I let out a deep, thankful moan as the peak finally hits, and all my muscles tremble before going limp.

It’s only seconds later that I feel Bogdan moving faster and faster inside of me, and sleeping reason reasserts itself. I don’t want to be pregnant—not yet. “Boggie...”

He lurches back with an agonized groan, dripping pink cock sending out a shower of pearlescent cum across my hips and thighs. “Ohhh, oh my God. Kell...”

He collapses on top of me, and I nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck. “That was incredible.”

“For real?”

“For real—twice.”

“I don’t suck?”

“You do not suck except when it comes to that amazing mouth of yours,” I purr, kissing his cheek. “I’m sorry I didn’t think about protection earlier.”

“I should have, but I didn’t want to be presumptuous. I thought we’d talk tonight and maybe after our brunch we’d—we’d have a little afternoon delight.”

“I want to have lots of kids—you know that. Well, what the world considers a lot these days. Three or more—but not until after our wedding.”

“Our wedding. Wow.” He rolls off of me, but I follow him, still in the shelter of one wing.

“Best Halloween treat ever—although I might have to have a little word with you about your tricks, Boggie.” I glare at him with mock scolding.

His ears actually droop, and oh my gosh. When he says, “Sorry, honey,” it makes me want to kiss his little nose and start this all over again.

“It’s okay. All worth it. And tomorrow when I wake up...” I smother a yawn and try again. “Tomorrow, when we wake up, we have to try this out in your other form.”

“Can’t wait.”

“Well, you don’t have to wait for long. It’s almost two in the morning.”

Bogdan lifts his head in surprise and follows my gaze to the digital alarm clock on my desk. “How the heck did that happen?”

“Time flies when you’re having fun.”

“So time and I have something in common, huh?” He flexes one wing.

“Oh, my gosh. Bogdan Lupescu. You’re too young to make dad jokes.”

“Hey, if I’m practicing for my honeymoon, maybe I should also practice for fatherhood. Plus, with nine kids in my family, you know my dad is the master of bad dad jokes.” He smirks.

He looks so sexy like that. I kind of like that hint of sharp teeth. “Okay, okay. One more bad dad pun, and then we get some sleep—so we can wake up and do this all over again.”

“Hmm. Well, if I only get one more, it’s gotta be the best one. Kelly Maria Theresa Carlotta Venga-Comanda—I’m just batty about you.”

I groan and bop him with a pillow. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“I know I am.” He swipes the pillow and bops me back.

Before long, things have devolved into a pillow fight with kisses. And then kisses with other things.

“I think sleep is overrated,” Bogdan pants, pulling me into his arms once again.

“I agree—and that’s why we’re perfect for one another,” I sigh. “Wanna know a secret that’s not really a secret?”

“Always.”

“I’m batty about you, too.”