Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
KODIAK
The nervous energy coming off of her has me counting to ten so I don’t shred her clothes and mount her like a wild man. My animalistic instincts are riding me, my brain and dick at war with each other.
“We don’t have to do anything other than talk,” I say, attempting to reassure her. I’m no longer a teenager wanting to hit home base, I can control my baser side.
“It’s not that,” she quickly reveals. “It’s just… I’m worried.”
“What has you worried, Moon girl? I need your words so we can work through it.”
I want to slay the fear worming its way into our evening plans. Being with a man like me is different from her past conquests. I’m not eloquent or chivalrous, I don’t hold back from going after what I want, and I sure as hell don’t bite my tongue when there’s something I want to say. I don’t want to scare her away, but I want her with a desperation I’ve never felt before.
“I’m not experienced, Marcum.” When I give her a look full of fright, she expands her explanation. “I’ve had sex, but it was with someone I was in a relationship with.”
“So you’re not worried about being with me? What has you standing there like a deer caught in the headlights is due to the fact that you’ve never fucked someone you weren’t already committed to?” I ask for clarification.
“In a nutshell… yes,” she replies.
She momentarily clamps her eyes shut and I know there’s more. “What else?”
She clears her throat and conveys, “My experiences, for lack of a better word, weren’t all that dynamic. They were… bland.”
“Vanilla?” I clarify.
“Yes,” she says, bobbing her head. “It’s why when I write sex scenes into my storylines, I use my imagination before channeling my past experiences. I mean, it’s not like I’m into BDSM or anything like that, but well… I know from my research for my books that there are other positions out there! Pathetic, huh?”
Right now, her face is beet red, but what bothers me more is the insecurity pouring out of her has me wishing I could track down these men that didn’t give her that glow she should have when talking about her past ‘experiences’ . No woman should ever feel like she was at fault when it’s the man’s job to bring the vixen out of her.
“Not on your part, no. Luna, the men you’ve been with, should’ve made you feel wanton and shit. It’s us who are responsible for making sure you enjoy yourself, not the other way around. Sounds like to me that they were in it for one thing… themselves.”
“My ex said I was broken because I never… climaxed,” she bashfully says. That explains why she’s so timid and still not as close to me as I’d like her to be. It also tells me that the likelihood that one of her former boys, and let me be clear, they were definitely boys, never ate her like she was the finest meal in the world and they were starving.
“Come here, Luna,” I repeat myself. She’s not going to realize there’s nothing wrong with her until I prove it to her. Actions speak louder than words. “I want you in my arms.”
She shuffles her feet in place before gathering her courage and eating up the rest of the distance between us. I scoot over onto the cot pad and lift my hand up to help her. The cavern floor is cold and uncaring. I don’t want her to crack her kneecap when she bends down. When her hand hits mine, I pull her down into my lap.
“That’s better,” I say as I snuggle her back into my chest and wrap my arms and legs around her, adding some warmth to her trembling body. I don’t think she’s shaky because there’s a slight chill in the air—my thoughts are that it’s skittish energy. Something I plan to nix once I get my hands on her.
“Much better,” she acknowledges, parroting my words.
Her perfume wafts into my sinuses and I can’t help myself when I bend over and begin skimming my lips across her pulse point. When I begin nibbling on the lobe of her ear, she starts moaning. Every sound she makes begins chipping away at the iceberg encasing my heart. There’s something so beautifully naive and enticing about her that I can’t resist.
“I don’t think the problem was you,” I whisper into her ear. “It was them. Their issue. You’re so responsive to me.”
My compliment hits her where I want it to—between her thighs. When her legs begin scissoring back and forth, trying to find some friction on her clit, I decide to be a gentleman, for the first time in my life, and give her a helping hand. I glide my palm between her legs and add some pressure to her center. When her hips buck, I lightly bite down on her clavicle causing her to release a yip.
“Marcum,” she moans out my name as her head lolls to the side.
“Can I take your clothes off, Luna? I want to worship your body.”
“Yes. Please,” she purrs.
I don’t waste any time. I won’t take the chance of her getting caught up in her head and denying me what she and I both want. Darting back, I grab her top at the waist and begin shuffling it up until it’s off and I fling it to the side. With practiced ease, I release the clips holding her bra closed and slowly lower the straps down her arms. When she goes to cup herself, hiding those luscious globes from me, I grip her wrist in my hand to halt her.
“Get out of your head, Luna. Let me see you,” I command. Giving her a few moments to collect herself, I slowly move my free hand until it sets under the weight of her breasts. “Beautiful.”
Her breath hitches as I thumb underneath her laden breasts, the pent up tension inside of her gradually starts to ease.
“That’s it, Luna. Let go,” I encourage. “Trust me to take care of you.”
Shifting our positions, I lay her on her back and hover over her. I don’t usually kiss those I bring to my bed, but with her, I want to taste every inch. Leaning down, my tongue swipes her bottom lip until she opens up for me. Once she does, I slide my tongue inside of her mouth and coax hers into tangling with mine.
Sparks of lusts dance behind my eyes, which have stayed steadily attached to hers. This confirms my suspicions that she and I have some sort of metaphysical connection. Our stars aligned on the day we were born. We are spiritually drawn to one another. When that thought drifts through my mind, I momentarily stall. Am I really ready for this? Because once I give into the temptation, my life will no longer belong to me, it’ll be hers.
My fears exit stage right once her fingers rake along my jawline. My dick jerks at her touch and I plunge my tongue back into her mouth, taking possession. Somewhere along the line of us making out, we’ve both shed our clothes. Our skin is touching, our tongues are still dueling, and I barely remember to lift myself away from her and reach into the pocket of my jeans to grab one of the square packages out of my wallet.
“Boy Scout,” she whimpers as she hears the crinkle of the wrapper as I remove the condom and roll it down my shaft, lifting her midsection to where her slick coats my rubber covered dick.
“Realist,” I correct her. “Your protection is my only priority right now. I’m clean, I get tested regularly for insurance purposes, but pregnancy is a concern.”
“Guess we should’ve talked about this before getting started,” she huffs. “I’m on birth control, but since we don’t know each other well enough to trust the other’s word, we should keep the other safe. I haven’t been with anyone in a long time and I was tested after that relationship failed. I’m clean, Marcum.”
“I believe you,” I say, my voice coming out raspy.
“Show me what I’ve been missing, Marcum,” she begs. “Please. I ache all over for you.”
“Then let me fix that for you, Moon.”