Thirty-Nine
CHAPTER
The Realm of Stars was always so serene. So peaceful at all hours of the day.
The sun had dipped below the horizon hours ago, the faint cast of orange long gone. The painted houses of pink and purple faded away before our very eyes. The air filled with the sweet scent of saltwater and the sound of gentle waves crashing against the shoreline.
The stars twinkled above, filling the night sky with no end in sight.
Zathrian and I had been laying side by side on a navy blue blanket the past several hours.
We came out here to have a picnic for dinner and somehow lost track of time.
Not that it mattered. We had nowhere else to be but here, surrounded by the serenity of the beach and the mountains that lay beyond.
My long curly hair was spread out around me. For once, my hair was entirely down. Zathrian’s curls were messy and disheveled, mussed and tousled from the breeze. Our attire was comfortable, and flowy, with me in my blue dress and Zathrian with his open navy button up shirt and dark pants.
We lay on our backs, admiring the stars with wonder and awe. Every moment felt like a precious gift after everything we had been through together. It was moments like these that I wished would last a lifetime. My heart swelled whenever I was around him.
I didn’t have to say anything to feel connected to him.
Subtly, I scooted my hand toward his, and my fingers grazed his skin. Zathrian reached out to interlace our fingers, and the corners of my lips curled into a smile. The tension between us was electric, with that tingling feeling that came from our connection.
I gave Zathrian’s hand three little squeezes.
And he did the same.
Zathrian shifted, rolling onto his side to look at me beneath the moonlit sky. “You’re so beautiful.” He reached with his free hand to push one of my curls away from my face.
I lightly rolled my eyes.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked.
My eyes flickered between his eyes and his lips. I nodded, and Zathrian slowly leaned forward, pressing his lips against mine.
He pulled me in, his tongue pressed against my lips, wedging itself between my teeth and pressing against my own. His hand skated down my curves.
Do you want me? he asked huskily though the Bond.
I do, I replied breathlessly. Nervous, almost.
Zathrian’s hands shifted, one held himself steady and the other reached for my breast. He groped it, gently kneading my flesh through my shirt. A soft sound left my lips.
“You’re in control,” Zathrian whispered.
My heart skipped a beat, those words making me melt. My arousal grew between my legs, building up within me.
His hardened length was pressed against me, restricted by nothing more than the pants he wore. Zathrian’s breath was ragged. His hand glided from breast and down toward my dripping core. He hesitated for a moment, opening his eyes and pulling away from our sloppy kisses.
“Can I?” His finger gently caressed my flesh just above a place he had not touched me yet.
I squirmed, nodding to his words. It was so hot that he asked for consent before diving in headfirst. He actually cared.
I knew I wasn’t as experienced, for the moments of intimacy I had shared in my life had only been with Neil. Until now.
“Say it only if you mean it. I will never touch you in a way you do not wish me to,” he whispered huskily. Dipping his head, he suckled upon the flesh on my neck hard enough that he would surely leave love marks. I hoped he would.
“Y-yes—please—please, Zathrian,” I squeaked.
I felt his smile as his teeth nipped at my flesh.
“Mmm. Gods, I love it when you beg.” His hand slid between my legs, his fingers rubbing slow, meticulous circles. A soft pleasure-filled sound left my lips. Zathrian teased and toyed with me as his other hand slid down my body, gently caressing me, sending shivers up my spine.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
I had to have him, and I had to have him now.
“Please,” I pleaded between short breaths.
“Please, what?” Zathrian increased the pace of his fingers between my legs.
“Please have me,” I begged.
He growled. His lips tickled my earlobe, nibbling upon them.
His hand left its place between my legs to help me slide my dress off.
I sat up without protest, lifting my arms. Slowly and sensually, he stripped me of each article of clothing, starting from my dress, all the way down to my underwear.
It wasn’t until I lay bare beneath the stars with my back against the picnic blanket that he undid the buttons of his own pants.
One by one, he made me watch him take off his own clothing, his pace agonizingly slow.
Basking in the moment, he took his sweet time.
I knew he was as desperate as I was, yet he did not rush.
He savored the moment. His eyes ever left mine as he tore his clothes away, blindly tossing them to either side of us until he, too, was stripped bare beneath the moonlit night.
His cock was hard, and far bigger than Neil’s.
My gaze settled on it for a moment, taken aback by its girth. I wasn’t quite sure that it would actually fit. My face darkened in color, and Zathrian smirked. Smugly. He knew exactly what I was thinking when it came to his glistening cock and the precum that dripped from it.
I gulped.
Zathrian leaned forward, pushing my legs open.
One of his hands slid just above my head to hold himself up, the other slid back between my legs.
His fingers pressed against the swollen mound, rubbing feathery circles against it.
My sweet nectar coated his fingers, and he looked up at the pleasurable expression on my face.
My lips parted as I panted and squirmed beneath him.
Slowly, and ever so carefully, he slid one finger inside me.
I bucked my hips and let out a moan, and Zathrian hungrily pumped his finger in and out of me.
A second finger slipped in, and then a third, attempting to stretch my tight, rigid walls to better prepare me for his cock.
I panted and moaned, bucking my hips beneath him.
Zathrian held me in place, pumping his fingers faster and deeper within my core.
The moment I was close to release, he abruptly retracted his fingers, purposely keeping me right on the edge.
“You think I would let you come on my fingers? No, Starshine. You are going to come on my cock,” he growled, sliding his fingers to his lips. His eyes locked on mine as he sucked my wetness clean off.
“Zathrian, please,” I begged, thinking of nothing more than the urge and desire to reach that release he almost gave me.
He shifted, using his hand to guide his cock against my folds, slowly rubbing my entrance, his eyes filled with hunger and desire. “Beg for it, Aerilyn. Tell me how much you want my cock.”
“Please… Zathrian, please, I want you,” I begged, bucking my hips beneath him.
“That’s a good girl.” He leaned down, his lips mere centimeters away from my ear. Slowly he pushed his cock into me. “You can take it,” he whispered, kissing the flesh just beneath my ear. “Nice and slow so it won’t hurt. Tell me if it does, and I will stop.”
My hands slid to his back, my fingernails digging into his skin. His cock slipped deep within me, and my walls constricted around him, trying to adjust to his lengthy girth. His thrusts were slow.
Slow and steady.
Blindly, he used his hand to pull my leg around his waist, and my other leg followed.
His lips explored my flesh, leaving love marks as he suckled and nibbled.
Every thrust prompted another pleasurable squeak or sound to leave my lips.
One of my hands remained on his back, my nails raking against his flesh, the other tangled in his dark locks.
“You drive me insane,” he moaned, his tongue flicked against my nipple. “Gods above, you taste divine.”
“Zath—” I moaned breathlessly.
“You have no fucking idea how good you feel.” He moaned louder.
His pace picked up, kissing between my breasts and back up my chest. His lips met mine, thrusting with more ferocity.
All I could think of was the pleasure he gave me, and how good it felt to have him inside me.
I melted against those kisses, our tongues clashing.
He pulled away, leaving a trail of kisses up my jawline and just below my ear.
“You’re doing so well,” he cooed. “Gods, Aerilyn, you were made to take my cock.”
“Mmmf—Zathrian—” I moaned.
He thrust harder. One hand slid around my neck and the other rested above my head as he continued looking down at me.
Our eyes locked.
My lips were slightly parted, the pads of his thumbs gently squeezed around my throat. Not enough to harm me, but certainly enough to increase my pleasure.
“That’s it, baby, take it all.” He grunted.
His thrusts were sloppier, his cock twitching from within me. He was close. I was, too.
“P-please,” I stuttered breathlessly.
He pressed his thumbs the slightest bit harder around my neck.
“Are you going to come for me, baby?” he asked.
“Come for me. Let me make you feel good—” His words ended in a moan, as the sudden rush of his hot sticky seed filled me the same time I reached my own climax.
Reaching our release in unison, he kept thrusting into me with everything he had, moaning a sweet pleasurable song until neither of us could go any longer.
Zathrian released his grip on my neck, his hand sliding to my cheek. His thumb gently grazed my skin. Panting, hot, and sweaty, he slowed his pace to a stop, keeping his cock buried deep within me. He dipped down to kiss my nose.
“That’s my good girl. You did so good,” he praised, planting a soft, affectionate kiss against my lips. Carefully, he pulled out.
Breathless, I let out one final moan when he did.
I lay there, panting, sweaty, and tired. The mixture of my nectar and his sticky seed seeped from within my core. Zathrian wiped the sweat from his forehead with his forearm, reaching for me.
“Come here.” He pulled me into his chest.
Breathing heavily, he reached past me for the other blanket we had, covering us up with it. I lay my head on his chest, and one of my legs draped around his. One of his arms was around my back, the other gently massaged my scalp.
“I love you,” he whispered, planting a kiss against my temple.
My breath caught in my throat, nearly choking. “I-I—” I stuttered, taken aback. Words that once scared me came so naturally. I did love him, Mates or not. There was no question of what I felt for him.
“I love you, too,” I replied tiredly, still high on the best orgasm I’d ever had.
I’d imagined what our first time would be like sometimes, but I didn’t think it would happen like this. Out in the open, on the beach of all places. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I closed my eyes, comforted by his warm embrace and tender touch, laying there with him beneath the stars.