Chapter 10 #3
“More than,” she breathed. “It’s amazing.”
I alternated between her breasts, kissing, sucking, rolling the tips between my fingers. She writhed beneath me, hips rolling like she didn’t know what else to do with herself.
“God, you smell good,” I said, nuzzling into the hollow of her neck. “I could stay here forever.”
“You make me feel—” She cut off, lost the words.
“Safe?” I prompted.
She nodded.
“Desired?”
Another nod. Another moan.
“Worshipped?”
That made her laugh, breathless and real. “Now, that’s a strong word.”
“It’s the right one,” I told her, and meant it.
My mouth found her lips again, and this time the kiss was slow, almost lazy, like we had all night. My hand drifted down her side, pausing at the waistband of her panties.
I stopped, waiting for her to say it was okay. She bit her lip, then whispered, “Please.”
I slid them off, letting my fingers linger on the swell of her ass, the tender inside of her thighs. When she was finally bare before me, I had to shut my eyes for a moment just to keep from losing it right there.
She trembled, but not from fear. “JT,” she whispered, “I… I don’t know what to do.”
“You’re doing so good, Sunshine,” I said. “Just let me take care of you.”
She nodded, then closed her eyes and let me have my way.
I settled between her legs, one hand kneading her breast, the other running slow circles over her stomach. I kissed down her body, tasting every inch of her, memorizing the texture and heat of her skin. When I reached the juncture of her thighs, she tensed.
I looked up, checking in. “Okay?”
She hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah. I just… I feel awkward.”
“Let go, baby,” I said. “If I do anything you don’t like, you can tell me.”
She shivered, then whispered, “Maybe… tell me what to do.”
Every man’s dream.
“Of course, sweetheart. Can you open your legs for me? Just pull your knees up and let them fall open.” She opened herself up to me. Her pussy was dripping, just begging for my tongue.
Her scent hit me like a fist, and my wolf nearly lost its mind. I kissed her inner thigh, then edged closer, letting her feel my breath before my tongue. When I finally tasted her, it was like nothing I’d ever known—sweet, tart, uniquely her.
She gasped, hips lifting off the bed, and I wrapped my arms around her thighs to hold her still.
“That’s it, beautiful,” I murmured. “Just feel.”
I licked her slow at first, then faster, matching the rhythm of her breathing.
“You are a fucking masterpiece. Okay, love, I’m going to slip my finger inside you. I want to stretch you a bit so you can get ready for my cock.”
When I slipped a finger inside, her whole body arched. I could tell she was right at the edge, so I pulled back and slowed down, not wanting it to be over too soon.
She groaned, frustrated and needy, and I smiled against her skin. “Patience, Sunshine.”
I looked up at her through her legs to find she’d lifted herself up on her elbows so she could see me going to town on her pussy. The look on her face was nothing less than ecstasy.
“Please,” she begged.
I went harder, sucking her clit, curling my fingers inside her until she shattered, throwing her head back, crying out my name.
I never much liked being called Jonas, but when she screamed it in the throes of her release, I’d never heard a sweeter word.
The sound echoed off the walls, wild and free, and I drank it in like a benediction.
I’d never seen anything sexier in my whole goddamn life.
When she finally came down, she was boneless, loose; her face glowing and hair wild.
I crawled over her body and devoured her mouth. I wanted to crawl inside her. My hands tugged at her hair as my mouth ravaged hers. She wrapped her legs around my waist as her fingers ran through my hair.
I pulled back and looked at her swollen lips. I almost felt bad for how rough I was being, but I saw nothing but wild hunger in her eyes.
“I have to be inside you now.”
She groaned, eyes shining. “Oh, thank fuck. I need more.”
And I vowed right then and there to give her everything.
I ran my hand down her body, savoring the velvety softness of her skin.
I knew that she’d have some difficulty receiving my size, so I wanted her pussy wet and slick as possible.
I pressed a finger inside her again as I kissed and sucked on one of her peaked nipples.
Her moans ratcheted up; the sound was a symphony. Her hips writhed against my hand.
I released her breast with a small pop and then licked my way up her neck as I added a second finger to her entrance.
“Let me… see you. All of you.” She murmured between my lips.
I pulled my hand free of her pussy, licked my fingers clean, then leaned up on my knees and pulled down my boxers. My cock sprang free, bobbing up to my stomach. Her eyes went wide, then wider. “Oh.”
I gripped myself. “See why?” I said, not sure if I should be proud or embarrassed.
She bit her lip, shook her head. “Wow. It will fit, right?”
I laughed, then spread her thighs with my knee, easing myself between her legs as I continued to stroke my length.
“I have no doubt my love. You were made for me.”
She stared down at where our bodies touched, the contrast between my dark tan and somewhat mottled and her pale, perfect skin so stark it looked unreal. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her pussy, gathering her wetness, hitting her clit several times until she was begging me for release.
“You ready?” I asked, voice gone hoarse.
She nodded. “Please!”
I lined myself up, then stopped, catching her gaze. “It’s going to hurt a little at first. I’ll go slow, I promise.”
When I leaned over her, she grabbed my shoulders, nails digging in just enough to let me know she didn’t want to wait.
I pushed in, slow and steady, inch by inch. She gasped, and I felt her tense, so I stilled, waiting for her to breathe through it.
“You’re doing great, sweetheart. Relax as much as you can,” I murmured, kissing her eyelids, her nose, her cheek. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
She shook her head, tears at the corners of her eyes but smiling all the same. “Keep going. Please.”
I slid in until I felt the resistance of her virginity.
“Okay, baby, this will hurt just a minute, but I’ll make it better so fast.” I started rubbing her clit as I quickly went hard into her. She flinched just for a moment as I was seated all the way.
The heat of her, the pressure, the way she gripped me—it was like nothing I’d ever felt.
I braced myself above her, barely moving, just letting her get used to the fullness.
My wolf sat up at attention. “Mate.” He’d made the declaration often since I’d met her, but oh, I felt it in my soul in this moment.
I don’t know how this would work, but Aspen was my mate; there was no denying it.
I shook myself as she caught her breath, then laughed, a startled, joyous sound. “Oh my God, I’m so full of you. You’re everywhere.”
“That’s because I’ve filled you entirely.” I whispered, rocking my hips in tiny, slow motions.
She moaned, the sound low and desperate, lifting her hips. “Papa, you can… you don’t have to go so slow.”
“Yes, I do,” I said, and kissed her hard.
I started a rhythm, slow but building, every stroke matched to her breath and the way her nails bit into my back. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, her body learning the rhythm as we moved together.
The fire painted us gold, flickers of light racing over her skin. I watched every ripple of pleasure cross her face, every bite of her lip, every time she tried to hide her sounds behind the back of her hand. I pinned her hands down, made her look at me.
“Don’t hide,” I said. “I want to see everything.”
She didn’t look away. Not once.
Her walls fluttered around me, and I knew she was close, so I reached between us, rubbed slow circles around her clit, and her whole body went rigid.
She came again, her voice breaking on my name, and the sight of her undid me.
I poured everything I was into her, holding her tight as I came, shaking and gasping like a man starved too long at last allowed to feast. Again my wolf howled inside of me, “Mate.” I wanted to knot her; I’d felt the urge.
My teeth started to elongate for my bite, but I’d willed them to stop.
I had to wait. I didn’t want to hurt her.
For a long minute, we just breathed together, heartbeats thumping in sync.
I pulled out and rolled us onto our sides, spooning her close, tucking her against my chest. She burrowed into me, wrapping my arm around her waist.
“Is this okay?” I asked, not wanting to break the spell.
She nodded, sleep already heavy in her voice. “I’ve never felt this safe. Or happy.”
I kissed the back of her head, inhaled her scent, and let myself believe the universe might finally be on my side.
After a few minutes, I got up and went to the en suite and soaked a cloth in hot water.
She was drifting off to sleep when I carefully spread her legs and cleaned the evidence of our lovemaking.
Her contented sigh gave me a sense of wholeness I’d not felt since before I’d experienced the terror of that bomb almost ten years ago.
I crawled into bed next to her and pulled her against me and slept peacefully for the first time in years.