Later, Rebecca laid in the dark, cocooned in the soft, warm bed unable to sleep. Her mind was spinning too swiftly to allow rest. She'd relaxed her guard enough to listen to what her instinct was telling her. In doing so she'd not only sensed that she could trust this man but also that, if she wanted, he could be her mate. But was he willing? Was she his potential mate too?
Mating and marriage aren't certain things, even among the Kitsune. The mating instinct helps but it doesn't guarantee happiness. A true mating happens only when two or more people find someone that they can make a life with, when that is possible, the instinct will be there for all involved. But that's not always the case. Sometimes the instinct only surfaces in one of the potential pair. The upside is you can have more than one potential mate. You're not stuck with the first you encounter. Chances are, if you keep looking, you'll find someone who you can make a life with. Granted, some choose to marry non-mates. Actually, in the Chanat Rebecca grew up in, marrying without mating was common but she knew it wasn't that way in other groups.
Lying in bed, she couldn't stop herself from thinking back to the kiss she and Nick had shared. He was interested, even if she wasn't his potential mate. She wondered if he would be more interested in protecting her if she was sleeping with him.
She couldn't lie still any longer. She kicked off the blankets and sat up, sliding her legs off the edge of the bed. She reached and pulled the sweatshirt she'd taken off before getting into bed from the chair next to the bed. After living in nothing but her cougar skin for so long, she had a hard time wearing anything, especially anything so heavy, to bed. She pulled the large sweatshirt over her head, letting it fall to mid-thigh. Thinking no one else was awake, she decided she'd be okay with just the sweatshirt.
After quietly opening the bedroom door, Rebecca tiptoed down the hall, careful not to make any noise and wake her host. With her enhanced night vision, even in human form, she didn't need to turn on a light. The moon outside gave off enough light that she had no trouble seeing where she was going as she made her way to the kitchen. She went to the refrigerator. Opening it she peered inside, looking for milk or something else that might calm her enough to sleep. Nick had told her earlier in the evening to make herself at home, so she didn't feel guilty for snooping.
She grabbed the jug of milk and set it on the counter next to the fridge. She turned glanced around the room, trying to decide the most likely cabinet to find a glass in when she saw him. His presence startled her, and she let out a small scream as she dropped into a crouch. It was a position she could defend herself from if she were attacked. After a few seconds, her panic subsided enough for her to realize it wasn't a stranger in the room, it was Nick. Standing quietly in the corner near a large window, he watched her in silence.
She stood upright, taking a deep breath and letting it out in a rush, trying to blow some of the tension from her body.
"You startled me." She shrugged. "I didn't expect to find anyone sitting in the dark, much less you."
"I couldn't sleep, so I came in here to think. I can stand here, in the dark that's not really dark, watch the world out the window and lose myself in thought. If it's any consolation, you surprised me too. I didn't realize you'd come into the room until you opened the fridge."
"I was trying not to wake you."
"You having trouble sleeping too?" He changed the subject. He couldn't stop his eyes from drifting over her body, noticing the bare, shapely legs stretching below the hem of the faded gray sweatshirt. That shirt never looked anywhere near that good on me, he thought. It took all his self-control to stay where he was.
"Glasses?" she asked, drawing his attention back to what she was doing.
"There." He pointed to a cabinet on the other end of the room. He watched as she reached up to open the cabinet and retrieved a glass. The hem of the sweatshirt hitched up, exposing a long line of creamy thigh as it rose. He felt his cock stiffen in response. He looked away quickly before she turned around and caught him staring.
Rebecca carried her glass back to the milk jug and poured herself some before putting the half-full jug back into the fridge. She picked up her drink and approached Nick. Sipping slowly from the glass, she moved across the room, stalking her way toward him.
Rebecca decided then and there to take the situation into her own hands. She hadn't expected to run into him tonight but she'd take advantage of it just the same. She was going to seduce him. If nothing else, he'd be more protective of a lover than a stranger. She sipped the milk she'd poured herself while trying to gauge his response. She lowered her lids and looked him up and down, hoping the sultry bedroom eyes would entice him. She could tell he was interested; the bulge in the front of his jeans gave that much away. But was he interested enough?
She took the last sip of milk from the glass and set it on table as she passed, continuing her slow advance. She could see him watching her, his eyes glued to her as she approached.
"I've been thinking." Her voice was low and breathy.
He had to swallow before he could speak. "What have you been thinking?"
"I've been thinking," she repeated. "That maybe I was a little hasty when I pulled away earlier."
Rebecca stopped in front of him, her body almost against his. She let him feel the brush of her breast against his bare chest as she lifted both arms up and pulled his head down until his mouth met hers.
Rebecca opened her mouth against his, running her tongue along the outline of his lips until he opened to her. She swept her tongue inside his mouth to mate with his, tasting him again.
* * *
Nick couldn't resist, she felt so good against him. He reached down, intent on lifting her closer against him. He felt his whole body stiffen and go on alert when his hands, expecting to meet cloth, encountered only the soft skin of her ass. He ran his hands over her, reveling in the soft, silken texture of her skin, before he cupped her cheeks and lifted her tightly against him. He felt the heat of her body through is jeans where they pressed against his now straining erection. He wanted no doubt left in her mind about how she made him feel. He set her onto her feet once more, so he could slide his hands up the sides of her body, under the fabric of the sweatshirt to cup and knead her full breasts.
* * *
Rebecca continued kissing him deeply, lost in the feeling of his skin against hers. The strength he'd shown when he’d easily lifted her only made her more eager. He ran his hands up her stomach and over her breasts, she moaned into his mouth, encouraging him to continue. He flicked his thumbs back and forth over her tight nipples while gripping the flesh of her breasts. She buried her fingers deep in his hair, holding his mouth against hers as she poured all the urgency she was feeling into the kiss.
* * *
Nick broke the kiss, speaking against her mouth. "Are you sure?" His voice ragged.
"More," she moaned breathlessly.
He accepted the answer, and her seduction, as he again lowered his mouth to hers again. He moved his hands, abandoning her breasts and sliding them down her stomach once more and around her hips. He cupped her butt and lifted her again, higher this time. He pulled her tight against him carrying her as he stepped away from the wall.
"Wrap your legs around me." He broke the kiss again as she pulled her hands from his hair in order to hang on as he moved. He slid his mouth to the side of her neck where he could kiss and caress her but still see where he was going, he didn't want to hurt her by walking into a wall or something else.
He carried her through the house and into his bedroom, not bothering to switch on the light as he set her down on the bed. He pulled taking the sweatshirt off over her head as he stood.
* * *
Rebecca sat on the bed where he'd set her, raised her arms to let the shirt slip off, but once clear she only lowered her hands as far as his body. She slid them over the skin of his chest and stomach, marveling at the texture of his skin and hair, and the warmth of his skin. Nick pushed her back until she lay on the bed and leaned his body over hers. He bent to kiss her again, briefly, before moving away. He kissed, licked and nipped his way down her body. He paused when he reached her full breasts, pulling one erect nipple into his mouth, suckling and biting gently at the taut flesh. With one hand, he cupped the other breast, softly pinching and pulling at the nipple as he kneaded the pliant flesh. Rebecca's sighs and soft moans letting him know he wasn't being too rough, while her hand in his hair pulling him closer told him she wanted more.
Nick moved his mouth to the other breast, trailing his hand down her stomach he smoothed his fingers over her hip and down the outside of her leg. When he reached her knee, he lifted, pulling her leg around his body while sliding his hand up the back of her leg and pulling her tight up against his body. He felt the heat of her desire where his hips rested against hers.
* * *
Rebecca pulled her hands from Nick's hair and flattened them against the tops of his shoulders, flexing her fingers until they dug into the muscles there. When she realized what she was doing, she was afraid she would claw him with her nails and hurt him so she moved her hands away, fisting them in the smooth bedspread beneath her.
Nick continued moving down her body, kissing and licking his way past her stomach, until he settled between her thighs.
"Do you want this, kitten?" he asked softly, looking up her body into her face.
"Don't stop," Rebecca cried, picking up her head to look down at him. She was unable to stop her hips from rising, silently begging for his attention.
Nick bent down and ran the flat of his tongue over the closed, puffy lips of her sex. Rebecca gasped her hips lifted again, restless for more. He licked again, deeper, opening the lips of her vulva with his tongue, tasting the cream that she was dripping with her desire of him. When his tongue reached the small nub near the top, he circled it with his tongue, teasing her briefly before putting his mouth over it and sucked for a moment. He scraped his teeth gently across the small button as he released it.
Nick shifted until both of Rebecca's legs lay draped over his shoulders. He slid his hands under her butt and lifted her slightly, angling her hips as he moved his mouth over her again. He ran his tongue around the edges of her opening, savoring the cream waiting there for him.
Rebecca quivered with need. She ached for him to fill her.
"Nick," she gasped, unable to keep her body from squirming. "More."
He plunged his tongue deep inside her over and over, fucking her with his mouth, pulling more of the sweet cream from her. He licked the length of her slit once more before settling his mouth over and working his tongue over her clit. He slid one finger deep inside her, moving it in and out of her clenching heat. She was close, he knew. He added a second finger to the first, and scraped his teeth against the hard button at the top of her slit then licked it soothingly for a moment. Suddenly, he gently bit down, sending her exploding over the edge into an orgasm that left her gasping as her heat clamped repeatedly on his fingers. He ran his tongue her clit once more, soothing the sting from his bite before he lowered his mouth and drank in the cream flowing from her core.
As Rebecca started to calm from the orgasm he moved his body up, kissing his way up her body again. He ran his tongue over her sensitized skin, feeling the shivers advancing over her skin. He kissed and nibbled the undersides of her breasts before advancing to the tightly puckered nipples. He took each nipple into his mouth in turn, sucking hard, while flicking or gently biting the sensitive tips. In no time, Rebecca was once again moaning and restless in his arms and by the time he continued up her body, taking small gentle bites of skin along her shoulder and up her neck, she was eager to kiss him again, to taste herself on his lips.
Nick kissed her deeply, aggressively. He held her mouth captive as he lined his erect cock up with her hot, wet opening. He pushed gently, working his way in carefully. When he had just the tip snug inside her, he stilled, reaching for her hands. When his hands found hers, he patiently untangled them from the bedding beneath her and entwined his fingers with hers, bringing them over her head and pinning them there. His mouth still covering hers, his tongue dancing with hers, he thrust hard. Burying himself deep inside her in a single push.
She broke away from the kiss, throwing her head back with a gasp.
"Did I hurt you?" Nick asked, immediately concerned. He released her hands and caressed her jaw with one hand.
"No," she gasped, barely able to breathe. "So good. More." The last word came out in more of a moan than anything else. He moved again, slowly withdrawing.
"You like that?" He reversed direction and pushing slowly into her again.
* * *
She could only nod, still struggling to find enough breath to speak. She once again wrapped her arms around his body, digging her fingers into the muscles on his back as he increased the tempo of his movements. She felt his muscles flexing under his skin as he thrust in and out of her body. Her body arched, her fingers and toes curling as he pushed her closer to that edge again. That edge where there was nothing but sensation, the feeling of him buried inside her, filling her.
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