Mila

After half an hour of staring at the ceiling unable to sleep, she slid from bed, grabbing her cushy purple robe and pulling it tight around her body. It only went to just above her knees, but it covered everything she needed it to. Plus it left her able to move unencumbered if the need ever arose. Mila didn’t like outfits that restricted her movement. They just seemed impractical to her. Being free to move in any direction without warning was definitely something she preferred.

Although doing so in her robe might leave very little to the imagination…

She half-smiled to herself at the thought and walked quietly across the hardwood floor into the kitchen, trying not to shiver as cold tile replaced the wood underfoot. Mila couldn’t remember where her slippers were, and all she wanted was a glass of water, so she’d just ignored them.

“Hi.”

“Oh goodness!” she yelped, stumbling backward slightly as Pierce loomed up out of the darkness.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “I didn’t mean to scare you, but I know that you can’t see as well in the dark, so I wanted to say something before you got any further.”

Mila nodded, swinging as wide around him as she could, before heading to the cupboard with the glasses in it and taking one. She cast a questioning glance over her shoulder at Pierce.

“Please,” he said. “I was looking through the cupboards for a glass, but hadn’t gotten to that one yet.”

“Water?” she asked, pressing the first glass into the little recessed opening on the fridge. A stream of water promptly shot out.

“If you don’t mind.”

Mila handed him the first glass as it filled.

His fingers brushed against hers as he took it from her, and Mila looked up at him. Their eyes locked, and she suddenly realized he was shirtless and clad only his underwear.

The empty glass in her left hand clinked heavily as she set it down on the granite countertop.

“Oh shit,” she gasped.

Pierce stepped toward her and she let him pick her up off the ground.

Warm, strong hands clamped down on her waist, spinning and setting her up on the counter.

Pierce pushed between her legs even as she spread them, locking her ankles behind his hips as best she could, given her shortness and the sheer tree trunk-like solidness of every inch of his body.

A hard bulge pressed up against her and she moaned softly at the obvious sign of his arousal.

“Kiss me,” she ordered, and he did, his soft, warm lips eagerly searching hers out in the darkness, finding each other as much by touch as by sight.

He pulled her robe back, exposing her large but firm breasts to his eager hands. She moaned again as he played lightly with those same hard nipples that had betrayed her earlier. Mila was thoroughly aroused now, and she could feel him getting harder between her legs, which just made her even more frenzied.

Hands splayed wide, she rested her palms on his chest, soaking up the heat that he seemed to just radiate like a fireplace, making the air around them hot. Her breath came in shorter gasps as she tried to suck in oxygen through that heat, and her back arched involuntarily as she did.

“Back,” she commanded, using her leverage on his chest to shove him away from the counter, even as she slid off it and right to her knees.

As her hands followed her down she hooked them under the waistband of his boxer briefs, and, carefully pulling it out and over his cock, tugged them down to his ankles where he could step free.

Her attention was focused elsewhere though, on his now-exposed cock as it hung almost at her eye level.

“Wow,” was all she could say as she wrapped her fingers around it.

Or tried to. He was so thick she couldn’t actually touch her index finger and thumb. Not without squeezing tightly.

“Mila,” he said as she wasted no time in tasting him, her tongue running along the underside as the rich, sharp musk of him filled her system.

“Unless you don’t want this, shut up,” she said.

Pierce promptly stopped making any protest, instead simply letting her hear his pleasure as she gently stroked him up and down, teasing him with her tongue.

Once he was good and damp, Mila opened her mouth wide and locked her lips around him, sliding his entire thick head into her mouth. She angled her head to look up at him, letting Pierce see her eyes as she began to suck his cock.

“Holy fucking shit,” he groaned, the noise filling the kitchen as he didn’t hold back.

Mila almost melted at the look on his face as she kept going, taking him as deep as she could in one smooth strike, her lips remaining sealed around his shaft, her eyes fixated up on him.

One thing she’d always taken pride in was being able to pleasure a man. There had been a very, very select few who had been worthy of her efforts. But Mila believed very firmly in fair play, and that any man she was with deserved to be pleasured just as much as he did her.

And while Pierce had yet to actually touch her, there was exactly zero doubt in her mind that he was just as interested in her pleasure as she was in his.

So she cut loose, and had some fun.

Pulling back from him, she kept her lips open. As the tip pulled free from her mouth, she let Pierce see the strands of saliva that hung between them.

His cock bounced and pulsed as she held the base of him still, a reflection of his arousal at her actions.

“Oh fuck, Mila,” he moaned. “You’re so sexy.”

A shiver ran down her spine as she heard that and Mila’s lower lip curled upward reflexively.

“You’re just saying that because I’m sucking your cock,” she said, batting her eyes up at him.

Pierce smiled, then hissed as she took him into her mouth once more.

“I’m not gonna lie,” he said tightly. “That has a bit to do with it. But can you blame me?”

She shook her head, his cock still firmly within her mouth. “Nope,” she said, her mouth full of his hardness.

“Only part of it though,” he emphasized. “I had a nice look at you before you got down there. If you’ll recall, I was rather hard before you started doing what you’re doing.”

“I know,” she said as she pulled away, once again leaving a messy trail behind her.

Pierce groaned wordlessly, and she reached her free hand up to begin to massage his sac. He was already tight, and she didn’t think he would last much longer.

“You’re so tense,” she said, running her tongue from the base of his shaft up to his head and around where they joined, one of the most sensitive areas. She especially focused on the underside, where the little flap of skin provided him extra sensations.

“You kind of have that effect,” he grunted.

“Good. Don’t feel like you need to hold back,” she told him, and then went to work with her hand and her mouth at the same time.

Pierce reached behind him, his hands gripping the counter as she pumped his cock, working him to the fullest of her abilities.

“Mila,” he said, his voice changing timbre. “I’m going to…”

She started moaning and making excited noises as best she could with eight inches of hard manhood down her throat, until Pierce shuddered. His cock swelled slightly in her grip, and she braced herself.

“Oh fuck,” he said again, and exploded in her mouth.

Mila didn’t slow down, swallowing the hot liquid as she went, but more focused on him.

Finally Pierce seemed to recover slightly and he reached down to put a steadying hand on her head, letting her know she could stop. But Mila didn’t. She slowed, easing up her grip as well, but she continued to gently suck on him until Pierce was completely finished.

Mila didn’t believe in leaving a job undone.

“How are—”

She’d expected him to relax, to take his time and then go from there. To enjoy the afterglow of the orgasm she’d given him.

Pierce had other ideas however. As he lifted her to her feet, his hands hooked under her shoulders. She practically flew into the air, his innate strength tossing her around as if she were nothing more than a doll.

Her ass nearly jumped as he set her down on the cold granite, but a moment later his hot breath washed between her legs, and Mila forgot any complaint she may have had as Pierce wasted no time.

He didn’t just dive in and sprint for the finish line, but he also knew she was in desperate need of attention as well. He kissed her several times as he made his way fully between her legs, but almost right away his tongue slid over her, slowly and gently, but without hesitation or teasing either.

It was just what she needed right then.

“Pierce,” she moaned as he moved his tongue in slow, rhythmic circles around her, bringing her arousal to a peak in mere seconds. His hands held her legs firmly, so that she didn’t have to do so herself.

Her finger earlier had felt good. But it was downright boring compared to the way Pierce made her feel. She trembled under his touch, though he kept a firm grip on her, ensuring she stayed where he wanted.

There was something about what was happening that just felt right. There was no way to explain it, no carefully ordered set of words that could explain what she could feel inside of her. Just a gut knowledge that she was doing the right thing in giving in to the electric tension that had revealed itself between them.

Nobody would understand if she told them, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was her and Pierce, there and then. Together, exploring each other.

Mila’s eyes flew open as he slid a finger inside of her, moving it slowly in time with his tongue.

Yes, that was all that mattered.

One hand rested on the countertop as she brought the other to her mouth, teeth sinking deep into one of her fingers as she bucked slightly under Pierce’s touch. He was driving her with a slow yet unrelenting ease toward her own climax, and Mila was beginning to lose control as she neared it.

Her eyes rolled back into their sockets as he suddenly began to apply just a little more pressure. Not enough to annoy, but enough that it sped up her oncoming orgasm. Mila didn’t bother to try and keep quiet. She let her moans encourage Pierce onward. The louder she was, the more enthusiastic he became. The knowledge that he wanted her to orgasm, that he was just as invested in her pleasure as she was a powerful aphrodisiac, and one that pushed her over the edge.

Mila cried out and her hips bucked and bounced on the countertop. Pierce slid his hands around her waist, holding her so that she didn’t slide off, while her legs draped themselves over his broad, powerful shoulders.

He kept up his actions as she crashed through her climax, bliss enveloping her mind for those extraordinary handful of seconds that were the single best part of any orgasm.

And then suddenly he slowed, just as she emerged from that cocoon of ecstasy and began to enter the initial stages of the warm pleasing glow that followed. His timing could not have been more perfect. Mila whimpered with delight as he breathed heavily between her legs, warm air from his nose washing over her skin, making her tingle.

Mila sank back onto the counter, spreading her arms wide as she relaxed.

The empty glass she’d set down earlier was swept away from her, and before Mila could react, it tilted over the edge and crashed to the floor below, exploding into a thousand little pieces.

Pierce shot up from between her legs, and their eyes met. For just a single, brief second, Mila saw the man she’d come across that morning on the path, and not the one she’d had a connection with. It was a single fleeting moment, but it was enough. Suddenly she had no idea why she’d been letting him do what he was doing.

Mila wrapped her robe tightly and snapped her legs closed, looking around in a panic, both because of the broken glass, and because of what had just happened.

What have I done?!

Her face burned with embarrassment as she realized how thoroughly her hormones had infiltrated her, making her do something she shouldn’t have.

I barely knew him, and now he’s seen my most intimate areas. Oh shit, and I went down on him and—

Mila shook her head. What was he going to think of her now? She’d just given herself up to him at the slightest touch, unable to resist. Pierce must think of her as some sort of easy target, willing to just let him do what he pleased to her.

Were all shifters like this, she wondered? Did they have such a power over human women? Mila had heard that they were all unnaturally gorgeous, and knew that a number of women who claimed to have slept with one were overwhelmed by their looks and sheer sexuality. Is that what had happened to her?

Pierce, for his part, was looking confused at the sudden change in her, but he seemed wise enough not to come closer.

“I need to go,” she said.

He nodded, “I know.”

Mila looked around. There was glass everywhere on the floor, including between her and the way out.

Pierce followed her gaze.

“Um,” she said awkwardly.

“I’m not going to try anything,” he said, and stepped forward.

“What are you doing?” she asked and slid away from him on the counter.

Pierce winced and flinched, and she thought she’d hurt him by moving away. It surprised her that she felt bad, but then he glanced down, and she realized he was walking over the glass shards.

“Pierce,” she protested, but he just smiled.

“This is what I can do,” he said, then reached forward and before she could protest, picked her up, carried her easily across the floor, and set her down out of reach of the shattered glass.

“Are you okay?” she asked, noticing some blood on the floor.

He waved it off. “I’ll heal up in a few seconds once I get the shards out of me. No need to worry.”

Mila bit her lip, not sure what to do.

“Go,” he urged, resigned to the evening ending that way it seemed. “I’ll clean this up.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, desperately wanting to let him, and yet feeling horrifically guilty for the way she was acting at the same time.

“Yes,” he said, his voice hardening just slightly. “Go, I’ll be fine, I promise. It only hurts a bit.”

Mila nodded hastily and retreated up the stairs.

It was only long after she got back in bed that she realized she wasn’t sure whether Pierce had been referring to the glass, or her rejection of him.