His hands claimed her hips, and is chest pulsed with a light purr as his fingers began to play with the band of cloth holding her skirt on. He slowly slid it down, inch by inch. Either he was being cautious because it was the first time he had held her in his arms without her struggling, or he was taking his time just to enjoy it. The skirt finally dropped to the floor in a pile at her feet. His hands went for her top next, his hands sliding up her thighs, trying to touch as much skin as possible.
His big hands slid the cloth over her head, then let it drop to the ground. Naked in front of him this time, he was staring, but she didn't want to cover herself up. She liked the way his white eyes were greedily looking at her body. His purring was replaced by low, guttural noises from him and Sammi was proud that she had that effect on him. He reached out to touch her bare skin.
He slid his hands over her like he was painting her body; no area was left untouched. Her skin felt more sensitive when aroused, and she enjoyed the feel of his reptilian hands on her. He roughly grabbed her forearm then and hauled her in front of the skull, spinning her around to face it. He bumped her closer, until her legs were straddling the muzzle of the huge skull. Malo pressed close, bending her over, and he guided her hands onto the smooth surface of the bone.
He had her bent over in a police frisk position, straddling an enormous wolf-like skull. Her heart was pounding. Sammi stared into the eye sockets of the skull as she listened to Malo undressing behind her. His musk hung thickly in the air around them. His warm touch promptly returned, pawing at her in an almost massage-like way.
Her body was betraying her. Despite trying her hardest to avoid him earlier, there was tingling in every nerve of her body and gathering between her legs. Her center was warm and wet with anticipation. Her breathing kicked up a notch as his sharp nails trailed down her sides. His hot breath was on her neck, and his tongue flickered across a vein.
Malo palmed her breasts deliberately, and traced his thumb around her nipples. She was reacting to him, wanting him more than she would have liked to admit. His strong arm reached around her middle to flick his fingers at her swelling, sensitive bud. She fought the urge to squirm or make any indecent noises. His other hand reached to guide his hard, throbbing cock, rubbing it sensuality through her folds.
When his dick was slick with her juices, he began to push inside her. Sammi remained still, trying to stay relaxed and not clench her walls at the intrusion. His large size wasn't exactly painful, just uncomfortable to her. His fingers rubbed and played with her clit still, trying to keep her aroused. Sammi braced herself, as this was usually where yautjas began to hump and stuff their huge cocks into her ruthlessly.
Instead, Malo ground his hips against her slowly, letting her get used to his girth. Her walls were stretching to accommodate more of him, and she began to like the feeling of being filled up. He nuzzled her shoulder, deeply inhaling her scent as though she smelled like cookies to him. It was strange, sort of animalistic, and somehow very arousing.
Malo slowly urged more of himself inside her, testing his boundaries. He grabbed a fistful of her long hair then, and pinned her down, firmly but gently. The silence was filled with his deep throated groans as he rocked his hips, sliding in further each time. Sammi let her eyes flutter closed.
She gasped suddenly when he pushed in too forcefully, and Malo halted. He let go of her hair, purring at her. She didn't object when he slowly started to pump into her again, so he quickly picked up the pace, though careful not to ram into her to deep. Malo leaned over her to lightly bite her neck, and she let out a squeal. He seemed to like that, and pumped into her more vigorously.
He was grunting like an animal, resting some of his weight on her back. But then he suddenly yanked her upright, holding her against him as he pounded into her. His tongue licked at her neck up to her ear. He had her panting. Sammi lifted her arms up around his neck, lightly feeling his dreads with her fingertips. As his hand reached down to touch her clit she almost cried out.
Malo manhandled her again, shoving her back down against the skull with her arms propping her up some. His meaty hands grabbed both her shoulders for stability as he fucked her. His thrusts jostled her body, and made her tits jiggle under her. Her mouth hung open, but her eyes were squeezed tightly shut. Her elbows were growing weak having to hold herself up but she wanted more.
Her whole body was quaking, her breaths labored. She whimpered with the building pleasure. She straightened her arms, pushing her hips back against him, desperate for more of him to be inside her. He gladly obliged, wrapping his arm around her waist to hold her close as he thrust the last few inches of his cock inside her. He goaned in satisfaction, then brought the length of him out of her passage slowly, only to ram it back inside her.
It caused Sammi rise up onto her tiptoes, and again his girth slid out of her channel slowly, then he fed his cock back into her tight slit with one forceful swoop. She panted and moaned with every stroke. Malo hammered into her forcefully now. Sweat was collecting on her brow. Her breaths were ragged.
Finally, a tremor ran through her body, giving her that blissful release and Malo was behind her to hold her up as her knees bent. Her whole body was buzzing. She slumped his his arms, trying to catch her breath. Malo scooped her up, carried her to the bed, and gracefully climbed above her.
He situated his body between her legs with his elbows propping himself up. His light and dark brown banded dreads hung down around her face. Sammi had a blush of pleasure on her
cheeks as she started up at him. His body was still warm to the touch, and she let her fingers explore the contours of his biceps. He had been gentle, but then rough when she needed it, and Sammi regretted having waited so long to mate with him.