Strawberries

STRAWBERRIES CHAPTER FIVE (NC-17)

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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies and BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, mille grazie for beta-ing.
*g * The subtitle for this
chapter should be “finally!”

 

 

Kurt

 

 

It happened
fast but we wanted it to. She came to
me at a quarter past eleven, forty five minutes after lights-out. I was shaking, so nervous was I. I think I actually wanted to try to talk
first but she kissed me. She just
walked right up to me and kissed me.
Kissing Kitty is like drowning.
I feel helpless and almost panicky and breathless and I need to hold on
to her to keep from falling, it seems.
She is just pressing her lips to mine, nothing more involved than that,
but I feel weak already. It’s
everything I ever wanted offered to me without protest. Well, without much of one, anyway. I didn’t want to think of all the painful
memories we shared; I just wanted to think of this…of how she felt against me
and the sweet scent of her hair and skin, like strawberries again. Always like strawberries. Her fingers on the back of my neck made me
jump a little, but when she parted her lips under mine…I think I growled. She even tasted sweet. Sugary and a little like cream and a little
tart. When I finally had to breathe, I
nuzzled her neck, loving how warm and soft she was. “You taste so good, Katzchen.”


She
giggled. “Sorry. I need to brush my teeth…I couldn’t sleep so
I had a snack… Storm’s gonna be so pissed I ate the last of her berries and
cream.”

“No, I like
how you taste…” Even her skin was sweet
against my tongue. She wiggled against
me and I thought I’d die. She was all
curves and soft flesh and hot breath on my neck and ear.

“Kurt, what
did you want to talk about?” she asked me softly, her fingers stroking my back
making me shiver. No one had ever
really touched me like this, not even Amanda who professed to love me. I wanted it all to happen at once, I wanted
it to last forever. I just knew this
was right and not a sin and something that I had to give her, to make good for
her. She kissed me again and I felt her
tongue press against mine. I lost
control of my higher brain function then.
I picked her up and she tried to protest, but I wouldn’t stop kissing
her. She felt like she fit against me,
like we were two halves of a whole. I
felt the bed under my back and wondered how we made it there without me
tripping over my feet or tail. She
rolled off of me and we just laid there for a few minutes, not touching but
looking at each other. When I laid my
hand against her cheek, she turned towards it and kissed my palm. Who knew that would feel good? That’s when things started happening
fast. She kissed my palm, my wrist, the
inside of my elbow… I closed my eyes and let her. Her lips and teeth and tongue on my skin were making other parts
of my anatomy very painfully erect. She
was laying on top of me again and I sort of lost it. I grabbed her and pulled her to me for another kiss, rolling her
over so I was now on top, her breasts so soft and full against me. I kissed her throat, her collarbone above
the collar of her night shirt and then the swell of her breast through the
fabric between us. She sighed so softly
it made my heart pound hard in my chest and her nipple was hard between my
lips. I wanted to feel all of
her then and just about ripped her nightshirt off trying to. She giggled and pushed me away slightly,
phasing out of her clothes with a grin.
“Useful, huh?”

“Very.” I was panting a little but so was she. I had to look at her, bare and pale and pink
and mine. Mine. She tried to cover herself with her hands
but I wouldn’t let her. She closed her
eyes instead and I felt a little frustrated.
I wanted her to see how she made me feel. I would have to show her instead. There was not an inch of her I did not touch. I kissed everywhere I could reach, my tail
following my fingers all over her skin.
She was planes and curves and swells and valleys and more than I ever
imagined. Kitty whimpered a little when
the very tip of my tail brushed against that spot between her legs and I felt a
surge of want in me that nearly made me shake anew. Having a tail is a blessing and a curse. It’s prehensile as
anything, which is useful in it’s way, but it is also the second most sensitive
part of my body. The feeling of her so
wet and hot as I touched her again with my tail made me groan. I did that to her, I kept thinking. She wants me. She wants me there and I want her. I wanted to make it so good for her but I
knew this was not the time for complicated gestures and drawn out
romancing. Kitty was pleading with me,
murmuring, whispering and I couldn’t make out everything she was saying because
the blood was pounding in my ears. She
touched me, grasping me in her hand and making me groan so loudly I was sure
everyone could hear me from here to the city.
She opened her eyes then and looked confused and hungry. Hungry.
That’s certainly the right word for what I was feeling at any rate. I had a good idea how this was supposed to
go and I was a little worried. “Liebes,
this might hurt…”

“I
know. It’s okay.” She put her legs around my waist and her
toes massaged the base of my tail. If I
had any plans of holding on, that did them in.
I pushed against her, feeling her walls give way slowly. She was gasping and panting harder, her
fingers digging into my back and I could barely keep from plunging into
her. I had never dreamt it would feel
like this, never in a million years would have guessed how warm and wet and
soft and welcoming she would feel. Her
face was flushed as was her chest, her hips arching towards mine as I finally
pushed a little harder. I felt the
resistance break and she yelped, pressing her mouth against my shoulder and
then biting me as I pushed again. She
was crying a little.

“I’m so
sorry,” I gasped.

“Don’t
be. I’m glad it’s you,” she said after
a minute or two. She moved against me
then, making me groan again. I couldn’t
stand it any more. I started as slowly
as I could but she was moving much faster, making me keep pace. Her cries and moans were making me erratic
and I felt the start of my climax in my belly, boiling and burning in my
veins. “Don’t wait for me,” she said. I
don’t know how she knew but I was glad for it.
I buried my face in her neck and cried her name over and over as I came
in her, still moving within her even afterwards. She was stroking my hair and
back and murmuring nonsense that I loved to hear come from her lips then. I did
not want to part from her but had to; she needed to breathe after all.

We finally
ended up wrapped in my blankets, clothes all over the floor, sweaty and sticky
and a little self conscious. “That
happened faster than I thought.”

She sort of
smiled at me and snuggled against me.
“We can go slower next time…”

Next
time. I like the sound of that. “I love you, Kitty.”

“Me too,
Fuzzy. You’re tail is digging into my
hip…”

I sighed
and readjusted. Definitely next time…