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HANK

Curling around Callie is a true test of how chivalrous I am. All I want to do is slide my hands up and down her body, massaging, caressing, and generally driving her into a frenzy that I can then calm. With my dick.

But that’d make me a bit of an ass, given that she seemed so upset.

Still, I breathe in her clean, freshly showered scent and snuggle closer while keeping my pelvis pulled back so she can’t feel how turned on she makes me. She’s had one hell of a day; the last thing she needs is a horn-dog harassing her for sex.

“Hank,” she whispers.

I start, surprised she’s awake. I thought she’d passed out.

“Touch me.”

Oh, fuck. I want to so bad the tips of my fingers practically tingle. But she’s vulnerable and had several large glasses of brandy a few hours before. And I just heard her crying in her room alone minutes ago. She’s a mess. I can’t take advantage of her like that.

“Hank?” Shit . I’ve been quiet too long while I debate with myself.

“Yeah?”

“Just making sure you’re awake.” Her voice is soft and vulnerable.

I can’t take advantage of that. I can’t. Damn it. “As much as I desperately want to do what you asked, I don’t think right now is the time.” Fuck a duck , that’s hard to say.

“Don’t you want me?” She shifts in my arms until she can see my face from the moonlight streaming through the window.

“Of course I want you.” All I would have to do is shift my hips, and she would feel how much I desire her. “I want you so much that I’m aching for you.”

“Then take me.” She twists more and leans in my direction, pressing her lips to mine and clutching the collar of my shirt with her small hands.

I moan, near my breaking point. If she pushes much harder, I’m going to give in.

Of course, she pushes harder. Her soft hand moves from my collar to my chest, where she strokes and touches me as if memorizing the muscles of my body.

She can’t know it yet, but my chest is my spot. My spot.

Dammit.

“Callie.” I inject forcefulness and power into my voice. Not with magic, just the tone. I need her to pay attention. “You drank a lot of brandy. The last thing I want is for our first time together to be marred by you resenting me tomorrow.”

"I really am not as affected as you think I am. I know I got a little bold, but I also slept and I drank water. And I'm bold when I'm not drinking. Yes, I can still feel that it's in my system, but I am in complete control of my emotions and my decisions." The light of the moon gives just enough illumination for me to see the earnest look on her face. And then she moves her hands again, splaying them across my chest.

My moan turns into a growl as I lean forward and capture her mouth. If she’s sure, and she’s not drunk, who am I to argue? Before I get too into everything, I do a simple spell in my mind to create a barrier to prevent pregnancy. Witches are not prone to sexually transmitted diseases. It is possible to catch them, but very, very rare. It’s not on my radar.

I finally allow my hips and hands to move, pushing my dick forward into her side. When she feels the hard-on I’ve had for her pressed against her thigh, she stiffens. I freeze immediately, terrified I’ve done something to offend her or kill her desire.

“Is something wrong?” I whisper against her mouth.

“No, I was just surprised.” She kisses me, then moves her lips to my jaw, and when I feel her nibble, I flex my hips again, my dick rubbing against her thigh through my thin pajama pants. I’d snuck over to the firehouse and grabbed some essentials for us using a concealment spell. When I walked out of the upstairs bathroom after changing into my PJs, I’d heard Callie crying.

And here we are now. “Surprised by what?”

“I don’t want to say.”

That doesn't make me feel any better. "Well, now you have to tell me."

“The size,” she whispers. “It’s just bigger than I expected.”

Not puffing out my chest is one of the harder things I’ve done in life. “You’ve seen it before,” I point out. “In cat form, though.”

“Yeah, but it’s different seeing it and feeling it.” She shifts, turning again so that she can face me. She’s a bit more in the shadows now, so I can’t see the look in her eyes, but the tips of her mouth curl up before she moves one of her hands from my chest to my dick.

I suck in a deep breath, fighting the urge to move too fast. I’m extremely lucky that she wants to do this. I would hate to scare her off with some of my more ferocious sexual tendencies.

I let her take the lead and set the pace. Her fingers slide under my pajama pants, tracing the spot on my skin where the elastic material digs into my hip a little. My hands won't stop moving from her face to her shoulders and finally to her hips. Her nightshirt slides up when I touch her thighs, and I realize she isn't wearing pants. It’s then I realize she has no underwear on, either. She truly is amazing.

She dips her hand fully inside my pants and clasps my hard cock. Attempting not to lose myself in the sensations, I slide my hand around her body and cup her cheeks, letting my fingertips curl around and put pressure near her core. I am by no means a playboy, but I do have the ability to use the Internet. And I have read a lot of those articles in those magazines for girls that give instructions—if a guy is smart enough to read it.

Putting pressure on her inner thighs at the bottom of her butt cheeks does something inside her, which is my goal, of course. She arches her back and purrs, literally purrs. I move my fingers a little bit farther in, closer to her core. As if paying me back, she slides her hand to my base and flattens it against my groin, curling her fingers into my swollen sack as if teasing me. Tit for tat, I guess.

If she’s going to play that game, then I will stop with my teasing immediately. I pulled my hand back and glided up her inner thigh, going slow. I’m not teasing anymore. I’m giving her plenty of time to say no if she changes her mind.

She doesn't stop me. She shifts on the bed again, opening her thighs and settling on her back, her head resting on my right hand and her body ready to feel my left hand. Pulling my hand away from her core, I slide my pants down and free my erection.

Her small hand doesn’t even completely circle it. She adjusts again so she can grab it with both hands. This is starting to turn into a game of how many different ways can Callie lay on the bed. I chuckle, but it turns into another moan as she tightens her grip and slides her hands up and down on my shaft.

I slide my hands between her legs again, wasting no time now. Finding her center, I slide my fingers inside Callie, her juices surrounding my fingers and soaking my hand immediately. She’s wet and ready for me. I curl my fingers forward and find the raised, bumpy spot inside her that is sure to drive her wild.

Sure enough, as soon as I apply pressure on the spot, she writhes underneath me, and her hands pump frantically up and down my dick.

I know I can make her come fast this way, but I want her first orgasm to come from my cock, even if I give it some help first with my fingers. After working her into a panting, moaning mess, I pull my fingers out.

She grunts in protest. “I’m not done,” I whisper and lift myself onto my knees as she settles back onto the bed. Once again, I move slowly so she has time to say no or show her protestation. Instead, she wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me closer.

Fuck, yes. I slide in, and my whole body relaxes as the anticipation leaves, but immediately after, I tense up, ready to move and feel her tightening around me.

I bury myself inside Callie, then pull back, marveling at the feel of her walls squeezing me, milking me.

Losing all sense of what I was doing, I move faster and faster.

Callie urges me on. “Faster,” she whispers. I oblige, but she still wants more. “Harder.”

I slow down to go harder, but fuck, it feels good. The impact of my groin hitting her ass as I move gives a jolt of pleasure straight into my balls and up my body.

I don’t have much longer before I lose it, so I press my thumb into her nub to help her find her orgasm as I do.

She screams out my name as she comes, exploding around me in a tight shower. My cum joins hers, soaking her, me, and the bed.

Oh, fuck. Fuck me, she ejaculated. Physical ejaculation is one of my biggest fantasies. It’s like she was made for me. Her attitude, her intelligence, her humor. And her body.

I hop up and tiptoe to the bathroom, returning with a damp towel and a dry one. I wipe both of us down, pushing her hand away when she tries to help. I want to care for her, show her I appreciate her allowing me to take pleasure with her and her body.

When we’re both cleaned off, I fix the towel under us until we can wash the sheets tomorrow and curl around her again, but this time, I don’t have to hide my erection. My dick has tucked itself against my body, tired and happy.

I wish the morning wouldn't come so soon. I'll have to share her again. That's the direction this relationship is going. It'll take me some effort to come to terms with it, but I think I can. Hopefully.