92- Eron´s desires

I couldn't quite maneuver to examine it as a cat, and wanted to change back to get a better look. I closed my eyes and focused on becoming human. Soon enough, the itching began again. I felt like I really needed to stretch, as though I were curled up in a too small space. It felt just s strange as changing into a cat had been. And before I knew it, I was human, standing awkwardly, naked, on my bed. I let out an embarrassment chuckle, and climbed down. I went to check myself out in the mirror.

Even though I was expecting it this time, I was still startled by my new reflection. I grinned at myself and then looked down at my collarbone. It looked like it was already starting to scar over.

“Is it healing?” I asked him surprise. I hadn't even realized that Eron changed back, but suddenly he was there in the mirror next to me, fully human. And mouth-wateringly sexy.

“Yeah, we heal incredibly rapidly.” I noticed the matching bite mark on his collarbone.

“It doesn’t hurt at all. In fact, it feels kind of nice,” I said. I was certainly still aware of the spot, but in a strange way, as if someone were gently putting pressure on it, but not in a bad way.

“We're connected now,” Eron said. “It won't be anything like what you feel with your inner cat, but you should have some sort of a vague sense of… me.”

I did, I realized. I could feel his contentment, his love, his joy. And something almost like relief. Maybe he had been worried that I wouldn't agree to this. Or maybe he was just glad to finally have a true mate.

“This is amazing,” I told him. “So, I can sense your emotions?”

“Sort of. Like I said, it's not very strong, but there's always sort of a general sense of each other. And you'll know if I'm okay, if we're apart.” He tilted his head to one side, in a strikingly cat-like manner. “Not that I would ever want to be apart.”

I laughed. No, I couldn't imagine ever wanting to be away from Eron. He hesitated and then chuckled softly. “There's also the shared pleasure.” “What's shared pleasure?”

“It's easier if I just show you.” His voice sounded shy, but mischievous. He returned to the bed and pat the spot next to him.

I sat down, acutely aware of how close he was to me. I swear electricity was leaping between the few inches of space between our thighs.

“So, what’s shared pleasure?” I said, as he leaned over and kissed me.

It was even better than our other kisses, and the spot on my collarbone seemed as if it was getting warmer, almost hot. I realized my senses as a human seemed heightened. Eron’s scent, and even his taste had nuances that I hadn't noticed before, and didn't think I could ever hope to name And I wanted all of them, all the time. They were suddenly my favorite smells and my favorite tastes in the world. I tried to identify one, as our tongues dueled, and finally settled on hazelnut and vanilla.

We were already naked, so it was easy for him to climb on top of me, slowly pushing me down until I was flat on my back. He straddled me, heavy, but not unpleasantly so. It was nice. My dick was already hard as a rock; his thigh and his own his dick rubbed against mine and I gasped.

“Touch me,” he ordered.

I grinned slyly at him and gently scraped my fingernails across his chest. He shuddered, and then rocked his hips roughly against mine.

“You know what I meant,” he chuckled. His voice was deep and husky, and only made me feel more mischievous. I continued running my fingernails down his sides, around his butt. I squeezed his ass cheeks gently and smirked up at him.

“No,” I said teasingly. “What did you mean?”

He growled, grabbed my hands, and pinned them by my side, then lowered down until our noses were barely an inch apart.

“You’re feisty,” he chuckled.

I stretched up and gently bit the tip of his nose. He laughed and bumped his forehead against mine. It was strangely cat-like, and yet oddly satisfying. He sat back and released my wrists.

“You won't find out what shared pleasure is if you don't.”

Now, I was curious. This time I reached forward obediently and wrapped my hand around his dick, and slowly started to stroke. I swear he grabbed mine and did the same, And yet his hands were neatly resting on his hips. I stroked harder, letting out a gasp, as the pleasure only intensified.

“How…” I murmured.

He only chuckled. He let me stroke him a bit more, as I marveled at the shared pleasure. “I want to fuck you,” Eron purred.

The words sent a pleasurable chill up my spine. And suddenly I was hungry. For him. “I want you to,” I answered.