My Life in Hell
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Getting my pants off was tricky, but I managed it. All the while Kirin just sat there. "C’mon. Do something," I grumbled. I couldn’t do everything myself. I didn’t want to. If I was going to have to jack myself off, I could have done that at home. What was the point of having sex if I had to do everything?
"Stop complaining." He ran his claws over my hips and across my balls. I shivered, desperate for him to do more than his simple touch. "You’re so impatient."
"Please?" I kissed him. His lips. His neck. I leaned over him, desperate for him to help me as I began to leak over him.
After a moment he stroked his fingers over me. I loved it when he touched me, but when he added his claws, scratching me on the underside of my head, that left me shaking.
"Please," I begged him again.
He kissed me, shutting me up. Then his pants were off. I touched him immediately. I held his shaft in my hands, exploring him as much as I could while he dug around in his pants for something. I didn’t care what it was, not until he pressed something cold and wet against my entrance.
"What the Hell?"
"It’s lube."
"Oh." I felt a little dumb for not realizing that, but he didn’t let me focus on my own inexperience long. Not as he kept kissing me, and not as he touched me everywhere he could. I pushed myself over him. I figured that was what he would want, but he stopped me before I could try to force his head into me. "What now?" I ground out.
I didn’t expect him to laugh, but there he was anyway. "You don’t strike me as the kind of guy who is into serious pain for his first time. So let’s go slow. Here, try my finger for a bit. See how you do."
I didn’t want his finger. I wanted his dick. But I held still as he slid it into me anyway. I didn’t expect to feel anything different really. After all, it was just his finger, but then he found a spot inside me that had me groaning into his neck when he touched me there. I leaned forward, holding onto him as he pushed a second finger inside of me. It was easy to give into the heat and the pleasure. I loved it. There was nothing complicated about being there with him and letting him pump his fingers in and out of me. All I did was continue touching his shaft and stroking his head.
But then he pulled his fingers away and I was left with the choice of how far I wanted to go tonight. I slid forward and pushed his head against me again. He didn’t stop me from pushing myself down on him this time, but I was glad he’d helped me because it wasn’t comfortable. Not at first. Even with the lube and the way he’d stretched me, I was still wincing as I pushed myself down on top of him.
"Go slow, it’s okay," Kirin whispered.
I nodded. I took my time. He touched my dick, and I kissed him, and I let the seconds tick by as I got comfortable on him. It took a long time, but then I was sitting on his lap, his balls resting against me as I settled myself against him.
He scraped his claws over my hips. That little pain was pleasant, sending tremors through me. I rocked over him. I didn’t bounce. I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to bounce on a dick like the guys I’d seen in porn. But I did move as much as I could until I found a nice way for both of us.
"Yes, just like that. You’re doing great," he hissed.
With his encouragement I went faster. Knowing that I was doing this right, even if I had no idea what I was actually doing, was enough to get me through my nervousness and uncertainty. My stomach tightened and pleasure built up inside of me, and it was all I could do to cry out a failed warning when I came over him.
Kirin held me close and kissed me. He kept kissing me, acting like he was never going to let me go, as he came inside me moments later.
Only then did he move. He lifted me against him and carried me into his bedroom, where he wrapped himself around me and I lay in his arms.
FIN
About the Author
Caitlin is the author of many books including some Rainbow Award winners. While most of her books include shifters, she does write a little of everything. She was first published in 2012 and since then hasn’t stopped writing. When she’s not writing she enjoys gardening, hanging out with her dogs, and watching movies with her husband. She lives on a small farm in Missouri.
Website: www.CaitlinRicci.com