I'm so tired from it being Monday that when I finally get to my bed, I cannot help but sigh in relief. I would not consider this moment and invitation, but my wife could be better at picking up hints.
She doesn't even notice the way I'm looking at her. I'm too tired to be embarrassed by the fact that I've been staring for a few minutes now. She's beautiful, and I'm glad she didn't notice me staring. I think it's the little whiskers on her feline face. Tongue-in-cheek to say 'cat-like,' I know, but it's true! Something in her soft fur and careful grooming, and sense of refinement always draw my attention. I'm not sure how I got this lucky...but meeting this demi-human has saved my life more than once...in my mind, at least.
She is, as I said before, beautiful. Her eyes are a marvelous shade of green that resemble emeralds. It always gets me in the mood when she stares down at me with those jewels. Like she's peering into my soul. They're just so mesmerizing...but I digress.
Eventually, I turn over and face away from her, and try to get some sleep. I'm exhausted, and going to work tomorrow makes me want to cry. After a few minutes, I feel her shift in the bed.
She's literally purring into my ear as she squeezes herself against me.
"You...okay?" she asks, running her fingers down my back, claws resting on my hips. Suddenly, for no reason other than her touch, I realize why I keep dreaming about these moments. The feeling of her, of this short fur that covers her body, from ear to tail -it's comforting.
"I can help you get to sleep." She purrs. "How?" I ask, already sighing at the idea -even though my body loves the suggestion on her tongue.
She smiles. "I'll show you."
She shifts and rolls on top of me, pressing her luscious weight into my chest -her breasts and nipples against my mine. She laughs softly and runs her claws through my hair. I close my eyes and relax into her touch. "Just lay there and enjoy it," she whispers, "and let yourself go."
I take her advice and do as she says.
My wife's kiss lingers as we embrace one another. A small part of my brain knows what my tired bones desire, but I ignore it. That's dangerous business when one is this tired.
The vibrations from her purring echo through my chest and head. "Either this," she says before subtly angling her pelvic bone against mine, "or this. Both are good, I hear."
I smile and laugh softly. I don't have the energy to respond. She knows. She understands I'm not really listening. She leans forward and kisses me again, teasing and demure. Here, in the dark, I see a coy, soft glimmer in her feline eyes that no one else does. Intoxicating, really, when I see the reflection of light in those slits. I swear they glow. It's hypnotic -I love it.
I love her. I love everything about her. I love how she smells, how she feels against my skin, and how she tastes. I love the way she sounds when she purrs into my ear. Her naked breasts deform against me. It's so erotic to see them and feel their heat against my skin. "I could lay here all night." She admits. "I could also make love to you until morning."
Talk about a coin toss...
I reach up and run my fingers along her cheek. My hand finds its way down to her neck, where I gently massage her. She sighs and closes her eyes. "Or I could do both." She continues, adding, "And I think I know which I'd prefer."
I smile. "Why?"
"Because I'd rather have you inside me than anywhere else." She offers.
"Is that so?" I ask, intrigued. "Yes," she replies huskily.
Her legs slowly relax, causing her pussy to curl against me.
"Really?" I inquire flatly...but smiling. She opens her eyes and gives me a look that makes me wonder if I should be worried.
"Um, yeah," she starts, "I know exactly how you feel. And I know you're not thinking clearly." She giggles, adding: "It's okay, though. I understand."
She smiles and lays her head down on my chest. We lay there, cuddling. I stroke her hair and hold her close to me. However long we stay like this, it's perfect. No matter what happens, I live for these little moments.
When she finally moves, she slides her leg between mine and rests a paw against my stomach.
"So...what would you like to do now?" I think for a second. "What would you like to do?" I return. She giggles and shrugs. "Whatever I want."
She purrs loudly and pushes her hips against mine, grinding her mound against my cock. We're both still in pajamas, but that doesn't stop the friction from making my cock grow under her weight...her heat.
"Mmm."
She rubs her clit against me, and I groan. She glances down at me. "Do you like that?" she whispers, purring huskily and locking her feline slits onto me.
"Oh, yes," I say, trying to sound as convincing as possible. "Good." She purrs, leaning down and kissing me deeply.
Our tongues dance in each other's mouths as our hands subtly roam across each other's bodies. I move one of my hands down to squeeze her ass, pulling her closer to me. She moans again, squeezing herself against me, rubbing her pussy against my cock.
"And how about that?" She purrs, smirking and adding. "Your pj's are getting wet." She winks and presses her lips against mine again. She grinds her pussy against my cock, causing me to gasp. She takes advantage and slips her tongue inside my mouth. I wrap my arms around her waist while she reaches down to encircle her claw over my pajamas.
"Want me to make it feel better, or...would you like to pass out with me?" She asks before adding conspiratorially. "You know I'd rather keep you awake..." She bites my lower lip playfully.
I suppose the game now is 'Who can be the laziest flirt.' If that's the case, the winner gets equally lazy pleasure while the loser gives into temptation. My hands migrate lower to capture her ass, dipping under her silky, thin pajamas. She grins, rolling her hips again while sneaking one claw between our bodies, hooking into my waistband, and easing them down, nice and slow. Lazily.
I couldn't help but lift my hips off the bed, allowing her to slide my bottoms further down. She kisses me again, biting my lower lip before sucking it gently into her mouth. I moan.
