“You hungry?” He turned toward the kitchen. I was starving. He heated up some leftover pot roast and mashed potatoes and sliced a thick piece of bread off the loaf he had made that morning. We sat down at the small table in the corner.
“You didn't answer my question.” I said before taking a big bite of food. Owen blushed before clearing his throat.
“A female mate goes into heat about a week or two after the marking once the mate bond is complete.” He takes a bite of food while I process this information.
“Ok but what does ' heat ' mean exactly? What does a heat intell?” I scrunched up my eyebrows, too embarrassed about not knowing what it meant. He put his hand on top of mine. Lifted it to his lips and kissed the top of it, then my palm.
“It's ok you don't know. Don't be embarrassed. It's when you'll ovulate and your body will want to have s*x all day and night almost. Most shifters conceive their first child during the first heat, but not all.” he smiled softly at me then and patted my hand before returning to his dinner.
Now I was embarrassed for a different reason. I've thought many times about starting a family with Owen before. We used to play house in my bedroom where he would come home from ‘work’ and I would make dinner and he would pick up the baby doll that was in the cradle and rock it. But I didn't think that would happen so fast. He looked at me then, noticing I wasn't eating.
“We don't have to have kids right now. I'm just telling you what happens to most people. It's a bit too soon anyway don't you think? You're only 20. And I'm only 23. Hardly enough time for me to do an addition anytime soon, anyway. After all its almost winter. We have all the fun of the heat without the baby making part. It's not a-” I cut him off with a kiss. Relieved he felt the same way. Maybe he heard my thoughts again but either way being on the same page was reassuring.
“Thank you.” I smiled. He nodded and we went back to eating. After we finished our meal I went to clean the dishes but Owen wouldn't let me. He made me sit on the couch and snuggle under the blanket now that it was colder. When he was done he grabbed firewood and stocked the wood burning stove that was in the living room. He scooped me up and put me in his lap. I turned to straddle him.
“My little Phoenix, what are you doing?” He smirked at me knowing exactly what I was doing. I smirked too and took the shirt I had on off. And he grabbed my breast with his right hand while his left wrapped around my waist. We kissed and when he made my n****e harden under his touch I moaned allowing him access to the inside of my mouth. He slipped his tongue in and I sucked on it. I felt him grow harder between my legs. And the heat that was there before grew again.
We moaned as I ground into him. His thin boxers that covered my p***y and his jeans zipper rubbing into my c**t making me gasp in pleasure. He smacked my ass. And I whimpered for more. He squeezed my ass and picked me up with both hands crawling my ass, carrying me to the bedroom once again. Throwing me on the bed. He ripped his boxers off of me and then slid his jeans off his muscled thighs. His erection springing free and bouncing at attention while he crawled on top of me. Wet and heated I didn't need as much foreplay as I did before and he knew it.
He entered me and we both moaned when he was fully seated inside me. “You're so tight, little Phoenix.” He gasped. “And so wet for me.” He licked his lips. He took his free hand and reached between us and circled my c**t with his thumb. Making me moan. He rocked in and out of me once, twice, then again and again harder and harder, all while he circled my c**t. I clutched at the sheets and met him thrust for thrust until I came so hard I saw stars. My p***y clenching his d**k and milking it as he came inside me so deeply I was sure I could taste it.
He collapsed on top of me and we were gasping for breath our hearts racing. He was still inside me. He rolled us over so I was on top and he was on bottom chest to chest. His d**k never leaving me. We feel asleep just like this.