Take Me Home

Chapter 11 - Moments Like These

Matt's eyes locked onto hers, a mix of surprise and desire flickering in their depths. She could see the conflict warring within him, but the heat in his gaze was unmistakable. He stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

"Vixey," he repeated, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.

Vixey didn't answer right away, too consumed by the sight of him standing there, so close yet still out of reach. Her body trembled with need, fingers still moving rhythmically between her legs. The scent of arousal filled the small space, mingling with the faint smell of lavender from the soap on the sink.

"Please," she whispered again, her voice barely above a breath.

He took a step closer, his eyes never leaving hers. The air between them seemed to crackle with tension, every inch of space charged with unspoken desire. He reached out, his hand trembling slightly as it hovered just above her hip.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice hoarse with restraint.

Vixey nodded, unable to form words. The intensity of his gaze was almost too much to bear, but she needed him, needed this release more than anything. He let out a slow breath, his hand finally settling on her hip, his touch sending waves of heat through her body.

"Okay," he murmured, his fingers tracing a gentle line up her side. "Let me help you."

He moved closer, his other hand coming to rest on her shoulder. His touch was hesitant at first, but as she moaned softly, his confidence grew. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "Tell me what you want, Vixey."

The feel of his breath against her fur was intoxicating, making her head spin. She arched into his touch, her fingers moving faster as she sought release. "Touch me," she gasped, her voice shaky. "Please, Matt."

He obliged, his hand sliding down to cup her breast through her shirt. The sensation was electric, making her nipple tighten instantly. He groaned softly, his thumb brushing over the hardening peak, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.

"So desperate," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Tell me how bad you want it, Vixey."

Vixey couldn't hold back any longer, the need burning through her like wildfire. "So bad," she whimpered, her hips bucking against her hand. "I need you, Matt. Please."

His grip on her breast tightened, his thumb and forefinger pinching her nipple gently. She cried out, the sound mingling with his low growl of approval. He moved his other hand, slipping it between her legs, his fingers brushing against her soaked panties.

"Fuck, you're wet," he breathed, his voice strained. "So fucking wet for me."

Vixey nodded, her entire body trembling with anticipation. "Please, Matt, don't stop."

He didn't, his fingers pushed aside her panties, delving into her without hesitation. The feel of his touch was unlike anything she had ever experienced, his fingers moving inside her with confident strokes. She gasped, her hips bucking wildly as she sought more, desperate for the release that was so close.

"That's it," he whispered, his lips trailing kisses down her neck. "Let go for me, Vixey. Let me feel you."

His words pushed her over the edge, the pleasure building rapidly until she could no longer hold back. She cried out his name, her body arching off the sink as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her. Her vision blurred, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the orgasm.

As the last ripple of pleasure faded, she slumped against the sink, panting heavily. Matt's fingers slowly withdrew from her, leaving her feeling empty and vulnerable. He pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as she caught her breath.