Chapter 15
Chapter
Fifteen
She was going to say no.
Backtrack.
What else would a woman who had lived through what Maya had say when he’d just told her that the only way he’d have sex with her was if she agreed to be his forever?
That wasn't what he meant. Well, it was, but he also should have mentioned that in return, he’d give her every single one of his broken pieces. Maybe she’d do a better job at putting him back together than he’d done with himself.
It would definitely be better if she said no and pulled back, although it was unfair of him to put the burden of being the smart one, the responsible one, on her. That was a burden he should carry, but when it came to this woman, all common sense seemed to fly right out of his head.
“Okay,” Maya whispered in that soft, raspy voice that was without a doubt the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. That she had chosen him to be the first person to hear it in so many years was a gift he’d treasure for the rest of his life.
Along with the gift of her body that she was so freely offering him.
“Are you sure?” Thunder asked, clinging desperately to the last shreds of his self-control. If she were anyone else, she’d already be naked and spread out before him like a feast to be devoured. But she wasn't anyone else. She was Maya, and that made her special.
Doubt crept into the pretty gray eyes that just moments ago had been heated with desire. “Yes, unless you?—”
Before she could finish that offensive sentence, he had his mouth on hers, kissing away that doubt before it could fester.
In the years since he and his team had moved into this mansion, he had only been with a handful of women.
One night stands he’d pick up at one of the local bars.
None of those women meant anything to him so he’d never spent much time worrying about their mental state.
As long as they consented, wanted a night of hot sex as much as he did, then that was as deep as it went for him.
Sure, he’d make certain they enjoyed themselves, got off multiple times, but he’d never felt this driving need to take care of their mind as well as their body.
It would take some time to get used to this different dynamic, to make sure he was attentive to every one of his girl’s needs, and not just the most obvious.
“Want you more than I can put into words, babydoll,” he whispered against her lips when he had to pull back enough to let her take a breath. “And what I should have added before is that I want to give you all of me. I know it’s not much, but?—”
The most adorable little growl cut him off, and Maya actually pouted at him. “It’s a lot. It’s everything,” she insisted.
Something settled inside him. Reality was that his broken pieces didn't come close to being worth as much as Maya, but that she was giving him a chance meant more to him than she’d ever know.
“My room or yours?” he asked, readying himself to pick her up.
“Here,” Maya answered instead.
“Going to be too cold once I strip these clothes off your sweet body.” He might be able to withstand the chill, but Maya didn't have his enhanced ability to deal with temperatures.
“I don’t care. I want to be here. Outside, with the forest all around us, with the stars and moon looking down at us. I want to feel the cold air on my skin, to know I'm free, to be safe here in your special place,” she told him earnestly.
Whatever his girl wanted, she got.
Pressing his lips to the slender column of her neck, he sucked and nibbled as he unbuttoned her coat and slipped it off, laying it down on the wooden boards that made the platform of his treehouse. At least he could make it a little more comfortable for her.
Her sweater came off next, and since he hadn't put a bra on her when he dressed her in her room before bringing her outside, her perfect breasts were bared to him. There was no way he could look at them and not touch and taste them.
“So beautiful,” he murmured as he brushed his fingers along her ribcage, making her shiver.
Since she was still sitting on his lap, with his erection pressed against her hot center, his length jumped when she rocked her hips, and he had to shove back his own desire as far as he could, so he didn't embarrass himself and come too soon.
This was all about his girl.
Making her feel good, showing her how sex was supposed to be, worshiping her gorgeous body, and doing his best to undo over a decade’s worth of trauma. Not something that would happen overnight, but maybe in time, he could rewrite her past enough that it no longer held her in a vice.
A moan tumbled from her lips when one of his hands began to knead her breast, and when he took one of those pretty nipples into his mouth, she thrust her chest forward, seeking more.
More he was happy to give her. Lavishing attention on her breasts, Thunder touched and plucked, licked and sucked, until she was writhing on his lap.
“Want to taste you now, babydoll, is that okay?” One thing he knew for certain was that he had to make sure Maya knew that she was in complete control.
Usually, he took the lead during sex, and given her inexperience with what sex was supposed to be, he knew he still needed to lead, but in a way that gave her all the power.
At any point, she could change her mind, and he’d stop.
It didn't matter where they were in the process, he would never be another man who used her body against her will.
Her cheeks blushed the prettiest shade of pink, but she gave a small nod, and from the way she’d ground down against him, he assumed she was nervous and or embarrassed about the idea, but turned on by it as well.
Placing his hands on her shoulders, he guided her backward, turning them so instead of his legs hanging off the side, they were stretched out along the length of the platform, with Maya spread out between them.
“Have you orgasmed before, babydoll?” he asked as he unzipped her jeans and tugged them down her legs, pausing only to remove her boots so he could slip off the jeans and her panties and shove them to the side.
“A few times. They never tried, and I always hated it. I tried to make sure it didn't happen, but …”
“But your body is still designed to respond to certain stimuli. Wish I could take it all back for you, babydoll, make it so that this was your first time.”
Her hands reached down to grab his, her grip strong despite how much smaller her hands were than his. “This is my first time, Thunder. My first real time. My first time that I want to do this. The first time my body feels like it’s on fire, and the only thing that can put that fire out is sex.”
That sweet, innocent trust she still possessed only proved what he’d been telling her earlier.
Survival was simply doing whatever it took to make it through an ordeal.
That Maya was still standing, still moving forward, willing to put such immense trust in him when he knew he’d already blown that trust once before, was nothing short of a miracle.
“I’ll do my best to make this the best first time ever,” he assured her as he gripped her hips and lifted her now bare center toward him.
At the first swipe of his tongue, Maya gasped. And he did it again just to hear the sound.
“You like that, babydoll?”
“Mmm,” she murmured, her hips jolting toward him, seeking more.
More he couldn’t wait to give her. So Thunder dived in, teasing her entrance with the tip of his tongue, before closing his lips around her bud and sucking hard. When she gasped again, he hummed his appreciation against her bundle of nerves, making her moan.
“Just like that, babydoll, let me hear you. I want to memorize every gasp, every moan, every scream. I want every animal in this forest to hear your screams when you come for me.”
Maya whimpered, and when he returned his lips to her core, he doubled down on his efforts to make her come. This was going to be her first proper orgasm, and he wanted it to be a life-altering one, to be better than perfect, and everything she deserved and more.
Quickly learning what made her cry out in pleasure, Thunder gave it all to her.
Closing his lips around her bud, he alternated between flicking against it with his tongue and then sucking hard.
Then he’d take a moment to tease her entrance, pressing as far in with his tongue as he could, drinking in her sweet taste, before returning his attention to her bundle of nerves.
His girl writhed beneath him, tremors rocketing through her legs, her internal muscles quivering around his tongue when he worked her entrance, so close and yet not falling over that edge.
“Thunder,” she whimpered, her pleading eyes staring up at him, begging him for something she wasn't even sure of and yet knew he could give her.
“I've got you, babydoll,” he promised.
Fixing his gaze on hers, he took her bundle of nerves into his mouth again, sucked hard, and then gave her the slight sting of pain he knew she needed to come by scraping his teeth over the sensitive bud, and just like that, his girl exploded.
Her entire body went taut before it began to jerk with the force of her orgasm.
Her hips rocked, grinding against his face as he licked and suckled at her, working her through her release until she collapsed back against the treehouse floor, relaxed and sated, with a peaceful smile on her blissed-out face.
Never in his life had Thunder felt prouder than knowing he’d given his girl her first proper orgasm, and her first taste of what intimacy was supposed to be.
March 4 th
4:47 A.M.
She was really doing this.
They were really doing this.