Chapter 9 The Proposition #2
There’s a spark of realization in her eyes, then her lips curve in a soft smile, relief slackening her features. Slowly, I lean in, stopping just short of pressing my lips against hers so she can bridge the remaining distance.
She does.
The moment her mouth lands on mine, I’m a goner.
Every kiss with her feels like the first time, excitement singing through my veins as all my blood rushes south.
My fingers flex around her waist, tongue sweeping along the seam of her lips.
She parts them to let me in, tilting her head to deepen our kiss with a little moan that sounds like a purr.
Her tongue glides against mine, the intensity quickly ramping up until she’s fisting the front of my shirt and climbing up onto my lap.
It takes a great deal of restraint not to move my hands, keeping them firmly planted on her waist where she left them while she shifts to straddle mine, our lips never parting.
She winds her arms around my neck, sinking her fingers into my hair as the kiss turns even filthier.
While I’m dominant by nature, my instinct to make sure my mate feels safe and comfortable overrides all else.
Do I want to tear her clothes off right now and fuck her senseless?
Obviously. But the anticipation that’s been building between us with every kiss has become almost more potent than getting to the act itself, the steady climb making the reward that much sweeter.
Chey unwinds her arms from around my neck, lowering her hands to rest atop of mine at her waist. Slowly, she guides them to slide up her belly, brushing beneath the hem of her t-shirt.
Her skin is soft and supple beneath my palms, tingling with pleasurable sparks as she works them up further, over the curve of her full tits.
I groan into her mouth as I squeeze them beneath my hands, fingers and thumbs curling in to pinch her hard nipples through her bra.
She arches her back, a soft sigh slipping from her lips as I play with her tits.
I guessed right– they fit perfectly beneath my hands.
I’m not sure whether it’s intentional, but she grinds her core against my thickening cock, and it’s an extreme exercise in restraint to resist pulsing my own hips with her movements.
Hell, it might even be bordering on torture.
I can feel the heat of her center through the fabric that separates us, my dick straining painfully against my zipper.
Despite my wolf’s instinct to mark our mate right here and now, I keep my hands beneath hers, as promised.
I fight the urge to let them wander, knowing deep down that she needs this.
She needs to feel like she’s in control.
I’ll never strip that away from her without her consent, nor will I allow anyone else to ever again.
“Remember, you can stop me at any time,” I murmur against her lips. “You’re in control, Chey.”
“I know,” she whispers back as she directs my hands to slide down from her breasts to her belly, her breath hitching as my fingertips brush the waistband of her leggings.
I hesitate, even as she nudges me to go further.
“I want this, Iver,” she murmurs. “I want you.”
My dick gets impossibly harder as she urges my hand into the front of her leggings. Shit, not only is this exercise helping her, but it’s also hot as fuck for me. She’s showing me exactly what she wants. What she needs.
“I want you, too,” I rasp, keeping her hand over mine as I tuck it beneath her panties. “I want you so fucking bad, Chey.”
She presses her lips to mine, moaning against them as I cup her pussy.
She’s so warm and wet, my heart threatening to beat out of my chest as I tease a finger against her seam.
It’s a far cry from my first time doing this, but I’ve never done it with her, and that makes all the difference.
Cheyenne is my dream girl. My mate. And I want every first with her to be worth remembering.
She seals her lips over mine, deepening our kiss as I circle her clit with the pad of a finger, her responsive body chasing my touch. Trailing down to her entrance, I tease my finger around her opening, pausing to gauge her reaction.
She doesn’t panic.
She doesn’t stop me.
Instead, she moans into my mouth, pushing her hand against mine to show me what she wants. She kisses me harder as I ease a finger inside her, pumping in and out. Fuck, she’s so tight.
I start out gently, working her up before adding a second finger, her inner walls clenching around my digits. She gasps against my lips, her thighs tensing against mine. Then she slowly slackens as I rub the pad of my thumb against her clit, unwinding her until she’s soft and pliant once more.
Her mind is the only thing getting in the way.
Her body is completely attuned to mine, responsive to every touch.
The slickness of her arousal coats my fingers as I pump them in and out of her tight pussy, thumb still moving against her clit.
Chey trails the fingers of her free hand down my chest, my stomach flexing in surprise when she curls them around the waistband of my jeans.
“Chey” I growl as I pull back to look at her, needing her to know I don’t expect her to reciprocate. This is supposed to be about her.
“I’m in control, right?” she pants.
I chuckle at her ferocity, dipping my chin in a nod of affirmation.
She dips her hand into my jeans as she leans back in, our mouths fusing again as I resume playing with her pussy.
Heat licks up my spine as her warm palm wraps around my shaft, fingers tightening in a tentative grip.
Then she starts pumping it in her fist, and goddamn, has a handjob ever felt like this?
Her speed and pressure alternate as she tests the waters, a groan of pleasure escaping my throat.
We fall into a rhythm together, her hand pumping my cock while my fingers thrust into her tight heat and my thumb teases her clit.
Our mouths break apart as we fight for breath, our movements picking up pace as we both rush toward release.
Chey whimpers, dropping her face into the crook of my neck, her lips brushing the junction of my shoulder.
The exact spot I hope will bear her mark soon.
Her warm breaths fan my skin, her grip tightening around my shaft as I feel her inner walls start to flutter around my digits.
She throws her head back on a moan, back arching, chest heaving.
Her thighs tremble against mine as she comes undone, and yeah, I’m totally about to come from a handjob because seeing her like this is the single hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
My hips jerk, all the air rushing from my lungs as I hurtle over the edge of climax, joining her in the throes of bliss. Fireworks explode behind my eyelids while I ride it out, panting to catch my breath as I come back down.
Chey’s amber eyes are bright when they meet mine, her face flushed, lips swollen from our kisses. “I… that was…” she stammers breathlessly.
“You’re perfect,” I growl, kissing the words from her lips. “Mine.”
She smiles as she pulls back to look into my eyes, her own looking fiercer than I’ve ever seen them as she echoes the sentiment. “Mine.”