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This story was written for Ebni as their patreon flash fiction for the month of August 2018. It contains M/F sex between consenting adults. :3

Quick on the Draw

They took it slow. Erica tried to keep Herbie calm, and tried to act like her own heart wasn't racing at what felt like a thousand beats per minute. There was no pressure. No stakes here. They were just two people that loved each other having some fun, that was all. Off came their clothes, slowly, gently as they lay together on the bed kissing and whispering sweet nothings to one another. The vixen's breasts were bared. She ran her hands over the mountain lion's chest as the last of his shirts buttons fell open before her. His hands touched her in return, and she arched her back, unable to hold back a grunt of arousal as he ever so delicately teased at her nipples.

Breathing heavier, eyes meeting with a mutually lustful awareness of what was happening, what they were building towards, more clothes fell away from them. Soon they were naked, and Erica gently stroked at the cougar's thighs as she watched his rock hard cock twitch and bounce, already drooling a rather liberal amount of pre-cum. She saw hunger in his eyes, but anxiety too. Nerves. Embarrassment. Worry. With a whimper, she kissed him. Kissed his trouble's away, whispering to her feline lover as their lips parted.

"Don't think about it. Don't get in your head. Just be here with me. Enjoy every second. Please, Herb. N-now."

She lay back, pulling the mountain lion over on top of her. She laced her legs around his midsection, giggling as he shuffled into place, as she saw the blissful, faraway look cross his face when the heat of his cock met with the heat of her pussy. Her fingers stroked his cheeks.

"Stay with me. I love you, Herbie."

He shuddered, he blinked and smiled down at her.

"I... I love you too."

His hips rocked, both their faces flushing with pleasure, the vixen gasping, whining in pleasure as his cock grazed her clit, engorged and throbbing in anticipation. They kissed again, and again, parting just long enough to draw in a fresh lungful of air apiece before returning to their tender, lengthy lip-lock. Finally, with Erica's hands falling upon the cheeks of her lover's ass and gently pushing him against her, she felt it. Her eyes widened. Her body shook, and she cried out in joy, in pleasure as Herbie's cock began to slide into her.

"Yes! Y-yes, baby! Oh, oh god Herbie, y-you're... ah! You're doing it."

She felt him fill her, the cougar's cock not small, not huge, perfectly sized to slip into her with ease and yet fill her enough to strike at spots that begged to be stimulated by more than her fingers, more than her toys. She felt his hips press against hers, hilted fully within him, and saw the shock upon his face. The wonder, and the pleasure of her pussy squeezing around him, clutching, milking at his length. He growled happily, and kissed her with a passion and a confidence that Erica was unaccustomed to during moments like this. His hips drew sharply back, and he thrust into her. Erica's eyes bulged, and she shrieked in pleasure as his cock twitched at the perfect moment, and on that inward stroke dragged itself across her g-spot. Buoyed by the response, he grinned down at her and thrust again, and again, and again and again in rapid succession. She saw his muzzle falling slack, and his eyes growing glazed, distant and lost in their pleasure.

"Aa-ahhhh, oh, ohh Herbie! Baby, t-take your... oohhgod, take your time! Please, d-don't rush! Don't get lost in it. Y-you'll... w-we're... oh god! Oh, Herbie!"

Even as Erica whimpered to her lover and encouraged his restraint though, even as she coaxed him into slowing down though all her body wanted was for this rough, wild fucking to go on and on, she knew it was too late. She saw shock register in her lover's eyes, and sudden anxiety. Frustration, shame, all mingled in with his continued and frantic pleasure as he continued to pump himself hurriedly into her.

"Erica!"

He wailed in blissful sorrow, hips a blur, eyes rolling in their sockets.

"Oh, oh god, Erica I... I can't... I, o-oh, I'm..."

He shuddered. He mewled. His eyes squeezed tightly shut in pure ecstasy and anguished frustration all at once, and a ragged, breathless gasp of relief, pleasure and defeat escaped the mountain lion as barely thirty seconds after pressing his cock into the woman he loved, he began to paint her clutching innards with hot streaks of his seed.

"Cum for me, Herbie. O-oh. Oh yes. Give me it. I-inside me. So good... s-so hot, ohh, baby..."

Erica's excitement was genuine, her eagerness to feel Herbie's cock pulsing and his seed spilling within her completely sincere. At the same time though, her cries to her lover were calculated. Uttered not only because she was compelled to cry out in her enjoyment, but also to make him feel better. To make him feel like this was what she wanted, and to remind him that whatever expectations society might have told him existed for men during sex, those were not her expectations.

When she and Herbie had first gotten together, the vixen was willing to admit that she had been a little shocked when the first time she'd felt the cougar up through his jeans, she'd felt a warm, sticky wetness greeting her through that material after barely twenty seconds of fondling, barely enough time for his fingers to begin grazing the fabric of her panties beneath her skirt in return. He had been so ashamed. So humiliated that he had refused to see her for weeks. But then they'd met up by chance in town, and Erica had practically forced him into going on another date with her. At the end of that night, she'd gotten his jeans off, but had barely lowered his boxer-briefs down over the tip of his member before it began to twitch, pulse and cum. He was so sensitive. Quick on the draw to the extreme, and even now after almost a year of their being a couple, it was still something that Herbie had a lot of complex feelings about. No matter how many times Erica told him she didn't care how long he lasted, all that the cougar took from such comments was a reminder that the only reason he needed such reassurance was because he lasted so much less than almost all other guys.

And yet, in that time he had come on in leaps and bounds. He had worked so hard to train his body, and now, today, they had shared something which eleven months ago would have been impossible. Erica had felt him inside her. Felt him fucking her. She'd felt his cum shoot within her pussy, and in turn, he had felt her hot, wet depths clutching around him to draw it forth.

"I love you."

Erica murmured to her partner as he trembled and gasped while he continued to cum within her.

"T-thank you. Thank you for letting me feel this."

She continued to whisper even as he felt limp, spent against her. She stroked his head, nuzzled gently against the tips of his ears, and rolled her hips up against his cock still buried inside her before it could begin to soften. Erica did everything she could to reassure and encourage her lover, to try and show him that this had been a success, that tonight had been something to celebrate, not to feel shame or embarrassment about. And sure enough, when finally he lifted his head from where it had fallen against her left shoulder, there was a gentle smile upon his flushed face. Within Herbie's eyes she could still see lingering regret and humiliation, engrained by every macho bullshit comment about the value of a man versus his sexual stamina he'd ever heard. But, that smile spoke volumes about how Herbie wanted to move past that. To believe Erica when she told him she loved him not in spite of his balls' over-eagerness to empty themselves, but because of that and a thousand other reasons that made him her man.

Besides, over the last eleven months Herbie hadn't just been working to improve his stamina bit by bit, little by little. He had been learning other things too. Things to ensure that whether or not he ever managed to make Erica cum through full on penetrative sex, he could never, ever be accused of not satisfying the libido of the woman he loved so dearly.

Once more, Herbie kissed Erica upon the lips, and then he began to move. Immediately a soft whimper escaped the vixen, and as she felt Herbie's tongue caress each of her nipples for just a moment as he slid his way down her trembling torso, she made no effort to hide how much she was looking forward to what was about to happen. She didn't tell him he didn't have to, she didn't act embarrassed or bashful or the slightest bit demure. In fact as Herbie nuzzled his way past her belly button, Erica spread her legs wide open for him with a lustful growl, and she placed a hand upon the top of his head, guiding him ever more swiftly to his all too familiar position between her legs.

Herbie might have been quick on the draw, but that didn't change the fact that Erica had never had a more intense and wonderfully active sex life than she had right now with him. He was always learning. Always figuring out and studying new techniques, and more importantly, always asking questions.

"How do you want it tonight, Eri?"

His hot breath bathed her swollen clit, and the vixen's back arched, her tail thrashing and thumping against the bed as he flicked his tongue out and barely grazed that intensely sensitive cluster of nerves with its very tip. His eyes peered up the length of her trembling body, over her breasts to the vixen's flushed, beautiful face. Eyes which were rapidly losing any lingering frustration or sorrow, and instead blazing with determination, passion, and love for the woman he was about to do deliciously intense, overwhelming things to.

"Slow or fast. Gentle or rough. Tongue... fingers... lips. Your clit, your g-spot... your ass?"

Between each suggestion his tongue flicked out once again, and by the time he fell silent Erica was thrashing, gurgling, barely clinging to the last vestiges of coherence and sanity. She clawed at the bedding beneath her, and as she stared desperately down over her now heaving chest, feeling the lingering warmth of Herbie's cum inside her being matched by the heat of his breath against her dripping wet depths, all she could do was grunt the truth to the man she loved, and the best sex she'd ever had.

"I... oh god, I don't fucking care how, Herbie. Just... please. L-like you always do. Make me scream. Make me... a-ahh fuck, please, make me squirt for you."

By Jeeves

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