Cougar's Gift: Pacific Northwest Cougars: (Shifter Romance)

by Moxie North

  Libby was trying to formulate the words to convince him. She appreciated the fact he didn’t just jump up and throw her over his shoulder and strode to the bedroom. Of course, that would have been much easier.

  Instead, she delved into her knowledge of sex negotiation from her novels. “Stryker,” she started then flexed her lips against the hardness of his cock.

  “I want you,” she paused for dramatic effect. “Inside me.” She heard him hiss at her words. Good, she was on the right track.

  “I’m wet for you, my pussy aches for you. I need to come. I want to come on your hands, on your cock, in your mouth.” Damn she was on a roll.

  Stryker’s cougar was just below the surface. The minute she started talking his cat was ready to play. Stryker himself was a dirty talker and he was going to try and hold back since she was a virgin. But from the sounds of it, there was nothing he could say to spook her.

  He rumbled low and deep in his chest. He could smell how wet her pussy was. He could always smell when she was excited. It made him want to fucking drool at the thought of lapping her up.

  “Tell me again, I need to hear it,” he demanded.

  “I want you to FUCK me,” she said, pushing her heat against him again.

  Stryker took a scant moment to read her and make sure she wasn’t wavering. She looked sure, she looked fucking hot as shit and her pussy grinding on him was clear evidence of how wet she was.

  “Please, Stryker, don’t make me ask again,” she whispered. She didn’t want him to be saintly, she wanted him to be an animal.

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  She heard him sigh then growl. She could feel he wanted her. He was the one over thinking it now.

  He made his decision and knew that denying them both wouldn’t bring them any closer. He still needed to take things slowly, as best as he could. This had to be the best night of her life.

  Grabbing a handful of ass in each hand he stood, taking her with him. He turned and walked down the hallway to the bedroom.

  Libby was so excited by his acceptance she started kissing across his neck. Any patch of skin she could reach. She was frantic, she wanted to feel him.

  “Baby, slow down,” he hissed. He knew what it was like to lose control and he wanted her present and aware.

  He set her down on the bed and pulled away. She tried to cling to him and he grabbed her hands. Kneeling in front of her he focused his attention on her waiting for her to find his eyes.

  Libby was shocked to be away from him, she wanted to taste him again.

  “Mouse, we have all the time in the world. We don’t need to rush, okay?” he said to her calmly.

  Libby realized she’d lost a little control when she started talking dirty to him. She was a tiny bit embarrassed. Not enough to want to stop though.

  “You trust me, Libby, don’t you?”

  “Of course, Stryker,” she replied. She’d told him he was the one. That was as deep a trust as she could think of.

  “Then let me guide you. I’ll make it good for you. I’ll make it great.”

  Libby knew this. She knew he’d take care of her. She just needed to let him.

  “Okay,” she said quietly.

  “Okay?”

  Libby nodded, she forced herself to relax and let her arms go limp.

  “Thatta girl. I’m going to take off your shirt, but I’ll take mine off first. Slow and steady?”

  She nodded again. Watching as he reached behind his neck and grabbed his shirt pulling it over his head. He tossed it to the side. Her eyes were on his chest.

  It’s okay, touch me,” he encouraged.

  Libby let her hand stretch out; she hesitated for a moment then reached for the firm plane of his chest. Her hand trailed over the muscles, he was hot and hard under her fingertips.

  She added her other hand and ran them along his shoulders. She felt a funny vibration go through him at her touch. Her eyes shot up to his.

  “I like that,” he explained.

  Libby gave him a small smile. Her tummy butterflies were back, but in a good way.

  Stryker reached for the hem of her sweater and pulled it over her head tossing it with his shirt. He tugged at her shirt and slowly dragged it over her head until she was sitting there in a yellow cotton bra, with tiny daisies on it. Stryker smiled, he’d chosen well with her helmet.

  He used the back of his hand to brush his knuckles over the mound of her breast. He felt her shiver and watched tiny goose bumps erupt over her skin.

  Repeating the gesture over her other breast this time his knuckle swept over her nipple. It was hard under her bra, straining towards him.

  Seeing her eyes close in pleasure, Stryker leaned forward and sealed his mouth over the fabric of her bra. He licked his tongue over her nipple, teasing her with her own lingerie.

  “Stryker,” Libby moaned.

  “Yeah, mouse, if you like having my mouth on your nipples you’ll like this even better.” Then he pulled down the cup of her bra and sealed his mouth back around her rosy nipple.

  Stryker teased it and let his cat come close enough that his tongue roughened and he heard her moan.

  He switched to her other breast teasing and tormenting it. He leaned back to admire his work. Her nipples were swollen and glossy from his mouth. He lazily licked each one then reached around to unsnap her bra. It was a one-handed maneuver he’d perfected as a teenager.

  Whisking her bra off, he had his mouth back over her breast before she could acknowledge the change in clothing.

  Stryker was thinking he’d be happy spending all day enjoying her breasts. They were large and fleshy, just like he liked them. He knew his hands were rough as they held them, but he could still feel their satiny smoothness.

  Stryker placed kisses over her chest, her shoulders, always coming back to those beckoning rosy peaks.

  Libby was in la-la land. She had no idea her breasts were so sensitive. It wasn’t something she’d ever experimented with while masturbating. She was a get it done kinda girl.

  This was exquisite. He wasn’t rushing the process, he was practically worshipping her. The few reservations she had flew out the window the minute his mouth sucked her bare nipple in. She was done, stick a fork in her, done. He was running this show and she was glad for it.

  “Can you handle a little more, mouse?” he whispered into her ear on one of his tongue sweeps up her neck.

  “Mmm hmm,” she managed. Words weren’t going to be her friends today.

  “Lay back for me, I’m going to take off your jeans. I need to see you, taste you, sink my tongue into that sweet pussy that I can smell.” He growled this and the sound made Libby shiver.

  “’Kay,” she said. She’d dreamed out what it would be like to have a man go down on her. There really wasn’t any way to replicate that on your own. It was something she read about so often, but couldn’t begin to fathom what was to come.

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  Stryker unzipped her jeans and started shimmying them down her legs. He left her yellow panties in place. No rush, he reminded himself.

  Getting them to her ankles he yanked off her boots and socks, then finished with the jeans. He picked up each foot and placed an open mouth kiss on each of her arches. That made her freeze, it felt so good. Who would have known, foot arches?

  Then his mouth moved over to that little silver ring he had spied. He sucked her toe into his mouth and rolled the ring with his tongue. Now that was unexpected, Libby thought as her pussy clenched in response.

  Stryker trailed his hands back up her calves. When he reached her knees he used the middle finger on each hand to dip behind her knees and rub between the crease of her calf and thigh.

  It felt dirty, naughty, and oh so good. To her shock he pulled one hand away and slid his middle finger into his mouth and wetted it. Then put it back behind her knee.

  Libby hissed at the sensation. It was hot and wet, why did that feel so freaking good?

  “Imagine, Libby. I’m going to wet
my fingers with that sweet juice from your pussy. Then I’m going to slide one finger deep inside you. I’m gonna search for a spot that makes you scream for me.

  I’m gonna feel that tight cunt grip my finger as it begs for more. I’ll give it to you baby. I’ll give you another finger. I’ll get you so ready and wet for me that I’m going to slide right into you.

  My cock is going to fit you like we were made for each other. I’ll fill every inch of that pussy, stretch you tight and hear you call out my name.”

  Oh! Libby knew all of that was true. She was already wet and ready for him, she wasn’t going to say that of course. But he was a smart guy she was sure he could figure it out.

  “I want to hear it again, Libby. What do you want?” He said this with intensity like he was going to have her pledge herself every step of the way.

  “I want you, Stryker,” she whispered.

  “Good. That’s good, baby,” he said, letting his hands slide up to her thighs. He gave them a little push and Libby complied letting them fall open.

  She watched his eyes close as he breathed her in. She never thought she’d meet a man that was so olfactory focused. If that was even a thing.

  Stryker took a moment to reflect on how utterly different this experience was. In the past, sex was about getting off.

  That was what the dirty talk was for. It was a way for him to separate himself from his partners. If he kept talking he got off faster and since he always made sure his partners got theirs first, he’d be done. Time to move on.

  Now he knew the words with Libby weren’t about him. He knew that she liked the dirty things he said. He could feel and smell her reactions. Every word he said was like a caress for his mate. It made him want to coax her orgasm to its peak just by talking to her.

  His eyes opened and Libby could swear they had changed color. The outside ring was bright yellow glowing in the light. She dismissed it because the look inside those eyes had her breath stopping. He was beyond aroused.

  She could see the flush on his cheeks now along with the faint sweat on his brow. Her eyes scanned over his shoulders and saw they were rigid, flexed like he was internally holding on.

  “Libby, you smell so fucking good. I’m warning you now, once I’ve tasted you, once I’ve had you, I’m claiming that pussy as mine. I won’t fucking share it; I’ll kill anyone that touches you. You’re mine,” he said roughly. His voice had an odd vibration behind it. His words echoed in the room.

  “Hear me and understand, baby. No one touches what belongs to me.” Striker emphasized this by sliding his hands up her thighs to the outside of her hips. He let his fingers sink into her soft flesh near her ass and squeeze. “All of this,” he squeezed again, “Is mine.”

  Libby should be freaked by someone essentially saying they owned her. But she wasn’t, she wanted to belong to only him. It sounded like a really good place to be. So she nodded. His brisk head nod to her said he knew she heard him and was accepting.

  Once he got that acknowledgment he leaned down and closed his mouth over the damp spot on her panties. His tongue swept out and licked giving him the first sweet taste of her arousal. It was just as good as he knew it would be.

  It was her, sweet and spicy, fucking delicious. He heard her gasp at the contact then he took it up a notch and dragged his lower teeth over the top of her mound scraping her clit.

  “Stryker,” she hissed.

  He hummed against the spot, making her gasp again. Her legs were trying to reflexively close, but he was in the space they wanted to go.

  Denied.

  “Mouse, this is my pussy now and I’ll give you everything you need,” he said. His breath swept over the sweet spot of her adding to the sensations that had her jerking up to him.

  Fuck him, she was so responsive. He couldn’t wait to send her over the moon. He leaned up and grabbed the band of her panties in his teeth.

  Pulling down slowly he kept his eyes on her big bright ones. He used his hands to lift her ass so he could continue his slow agonizing reveal.

  Once he’d gotten them to her knees he used a hand to rip them the rest of the way off. Stryker’s hands came back to her knees that closed to get the garment off and pushed them open with one finger. Her immediate compliance made his already rock hard dick flex in his pants.

  He looked down at the most perfect pussy he’d revealed, she was beautiful. Pink and dripping. He swallowed trying to control himself.

  Libby knew he was looking at her and instinctively she started to bring a hand down to cover herself. He was staring at it so intently she was getting a little uncomfortable. Her hand never made it there, it was snatched back in a firm but gentle grip.

  “Oh no, baby. You don’t get to deny me my view. You’re beautiful and now that beauty is mine. Don’t ever hide from me. There isn’t a part on you that I don’t think is stunning,” he said to her, still holding her hand.

  Libby was finding it a little hard to believe that he was staring at her like she was a velvet painting of a sunset, but he didn’t seem to be lying. Maybe he did think it was beautiful. To each their own she figured, letting her hand relax.

  “Here, I’ll give your hands something to do.” Pushing one of her legs up and he placed her hand on her knee. He repeated the other side so she was spread open for him completely exposed.

  “Stryker,” she said quietly. This was not a dignified pose.

  “Trust me, mouse.” Keeping her worried but still trusting eyes he leaned towards her pussy.

  Still watching her, he leaned down and took one long and rough sweep of his tongue over her pussy. He let the tip of his tongue linger over her clit. He could see her thighs flex in response.

  “See, this way I have all of you, baby. All open to me like a fucking pussy buffet,” he said.

  This visual actually made Libby laugh. Then she stopped, looking at him horrified. She was sure that wasn’t proper sex behavior. Not that she’d read that book of course.

  “You can laugh, baby. You can scream, you can cry. There are no rules in here. Whatever we want, whenever we want between the two of us,” he assured her.

  She liked that, that it wasn’t all serious and formal. She still had the picture of a lineup of pussies in her head and she grinned.

  He grinned back then the grin faded as he took in a deep breath. She watched his nose flare again and eyelids close like he was soaking it all in. He didn’t even open his eyes as came back down to her heated core.

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  Stryker’s cougar was impatient. He had his mate’s stunning pussy right in front of his face and he was licking her clean.

  He decided they both needed this and stopped delaying. His mate was relaxed, smiling and still fucking wet. He needed her wetter, he wanted her soft and gushing the first time. His goal was for her to feel nothing but fucking bliss with him. It would kill him to hurt her even a tiny bit.

  His cat took that moment to remind him she really didn’t know who he was. Stryker pushed that thought away, first things first.

  Stryker let his tongue work over her sucking in her lips, tasting and lapping up every drop of her. She was moaning and thrashing her head on the bed. Her fingers were digging into her knees so Stryker knew he was doing her right.

  “Oh mouse, I’m gonna eat this cunt every day. I’m gonna sink my dick in you in the morning then have you lick yourself off of me. I want to fucking wear your scent all day on me. Now that I know what you’ve been hiding my dick is never gonna go down,” he snarled in an almost accusatory tone.

  Libby didn’t have anything to say. She loved his dirty talk. She wanted more, if he only knew some of the stuff she read. It might even shock him.

  “Libby, baby, I’m gonna slide a finger into you. Tell me if you want me to stop,” he said, then slid his index finger past the ring of her opening into her molten heat.

  He could feel the fluttering of her muscles. He knew she must have toys, she was too passionate a person not to, so he knew a finger w
asn’t going to be too much. But he wanted her to know that she was always in control.

  He sunk in up to his hand and twirled his finger inside her. He left his mouth over her clit, alternating between sucking and licking. He could feel her gush when he did something she particularly liked. Which meant he would do it again and again.

  Stryker added another finger and had to resist the urge to finger fuck her hard. He knew he could make her come in seconds if he wanted to. But this first one he wanted a slow build that would blow her apart.

  He scissored his fingers, working her deep and pulling out to her opening. That was where she was tight. Stryker knew most battery operated toys were nowhere near his girth. He wasn’t huge, but he wasn’t small either. His length was usually not a problem.

  He’d take the time to make sure she fit him like a glove. This was not a hardship. Libby had gone from thrashing her head to bucking her hips against his hand. She wanted to come, but he wanted to build her even higher.

  Libby lost track of time, how long had they been in the bedroom. How many times had he licked her poor little clit to just the edge of coming then backed away?

  She could feel the beads of perspiration forming on her skin. Her pussy felt swollen, sucking at his fingers, she knew when she came it was going to be awesome knowing at least some part of him was inside her. She also knew that it was just the prelude; the main show was yet to come.

  Stryker continued to tease varying the depth of his fingers, reading her when she got too close and backing her down to a lower simmer. He’d crank the heat back up and she was to the point she was just mumbling, her head rocking back and forth.

  “Libby,” he said and got no response. His fingers were slowly, so slowly dragging in and out of her.

  “Libby, baby,” he said, giving her clit a tiny flick with his tongue.

  Her eyes finally opened and it took a moment to focus on him. “You ready to come for me, baby?”

  Libby heard the words, but her brain was trying to catch up. Of course she was ready! She’d been freaking ready for what felt like hours, hell days. He was a master manipulator playing her like a fiddle, denying her orgasm, just to bring her even more pleasure.