Chapter 72 #2
Then he lifted. I had to lean away to get the cloth over my head, but he kissed me again the moment I was free. Cold air chilled my skin, making me even more aware of my breasts, but he ignored those. Instead, his hands followed my ribs back down, over my hips, and then guided my panties off.
There was a point where I had to stop kissing him to lean, but we made it work, and the moment I was bare, I reached for him. All he was wearing was underwear, but when I hooked my fingers in the waistband, he made a warning noise.
"Gotta lift it away, Ayla," he explained before shoving the blanket down and letting me see exactly what he meant.
Because in the front of his underwear was a thick ridge. I pulled, he lifted the waistband over his penis, and helped me slide them down far enough he could kick them off - but my eyes hung on what I'd just revealed.
Penis. Dick. Cock. Member. I'd heard a dozen phrases for the thing, but I'd only ever had one drunken view of one, and not this one.
Kanik was a Dragon, and his flesh was covered in scales, but not this part.
The colors were similar to his body, but the texture was soft, smooth, and different than I'd expected.
"I won't stop you from touching it," he said, sounding a little amused.
"Am I going to hurt you?"
"No," he said around a chuckle. "Might make me moan. It feels a lot like having a mouth between your legs."
So, timidly I trailed the tips of my fingers down the length of him.
The size of it was shocking, although I wasn't sure if that was normal or not.
It just seemed like more than I'd expected.
I also couldn't pull my eyes away from it, and when the thing bounced in response to my touch, I wanted to make it do that again.
"Like this," he said, curling my fingers around his shaft and guiding them lower. "That feels..." He paused for a second, then let out a breath. "Very good."
So I did it again, and this time Kanik caught the back of my head, dragging my mouth to his so he could kiss me hard. I kept touching him, moving my hand against the silky skin I'd been too scared to enjoy before - until he caught my wrist.
"My turn," he breathed, moving me higher so he could put his mouth on my breast. One hand clasped my waist harder than he ever had before.
The other tormented my other nipple until I couldn't think.
I wanted more. I wanted him lower, and yet he refused to lift his back from the blankets we were on, so I tried to tug him to me again.
He chuckled, letting go of my breast in the process - and then tugged me over him instead. "You say you know how this works," he taunted. "Now you're the one in control, Ayla. Do with me as you will."
"I don't know..."
"You don't have to," he assured me.
"No!" I hissed, settling my knees around his hips. "Kanik, I don't know how."
So he reached down to clasp himself. "This goes inside you. It will feel big. You can take your time. You do not have to do any of this."
But I could see his chest moving with his breaths. He wasn't quite panting, but he was breathing harder. My pulse was pounding, but there was no fear. This? It was excitement.
"What if I do it wrong?" I asked.
His hand shifted, cupping me, and two fingers slid lower. "Oh, I don't think there's a 'wrong' here, Ayla." His hand paused there. "If you want sex, then you want that in here." And he pushed his fingers gently into my body.
My head leaned back, my eyes slipped closed, and I felt this man inside me. Not the part I'd expected, and I couldn't feel his nails at all, but the fullness was alluring. The pressure made me want more, but before I could even find words to explain it, he slid his hand back out.
But I wanted it. I needed to know where that sensation led me. I was done with being scared of this, and Kanik had proven himself so many times, which meant I had no reason to hold back now.
Shifting my hips, I leaned forward, trying to line myself up by feel, but Kanik's hand was there, helping. When the tip of his penis touched me in the right spot, I bent my knees - and felt resistance.
"Slow," he breathed. "You do not have to power through everything, Ayla." Then he sat up.
I had to clasp his shoulders to keep from being knocked over, but he wrapped an arm around my back. Chest to chest, this amazing man met my eyes, then closed the distance to kiss me again.
That was all I needed. His mouth devoured mine, and my knees relaxed.
Slowly, I felt him filling me, stretching me.
When it pinched, I stopped, and Kanik never tried to rush me.
Again, then again, I lifted up and took a little more, sliding further down him each time until I found myself sitting on him completely.
"Does it hurt?" he asked before kissing me again.
"No," I breathed.
His mouth moved to the spot under my ear. "Good, because that was the hard part. This? This is the part that feels good."
And he shifted his hips, driving himself higher into me. I could feel him moving inside me. I knew this meant I was no longer a virgin, but where was the pain? Everyone said the first time hurt!
"Ayla," Kanik said, snapping my thoughts back to the present. "We can stop here."
"No," I begged. "It... it didn't hurt."
"It shouldn't hurt," he reminded me. "And you're allowed to move too."
To prove his point, he shifted his hips again. This time, I realized what he meant. As he filled me, I wanted to roll my hips, so I did. The next press of his body was less timid, as if we were exploring each other, and in a way we were.
He leaned back, holding himself up with a hand on the ground. I clung to his shoulders, using them to lift myself higher and ease myself back down. Each time I bobbed on him felt less strange and more natural, until I stopped thinking about it and just let myself feel.
Together, we moved. The blankets were long gone, leaving only the ones below us. The air was cool, but my body felt like it was burning from the inside. And when his hand moved down my belly so his thumb could torment that spot Zasen had kissed?
Nothing else mattered.
He pumped his body into mine. I rocked onto his hand.
Over and over, we moved, our panting breaths getting louder and louder in the silence of the tent.
I was chasing something. I didn't know how to catch it, but I was sure it was there.
Leaning back, I closed my eyes and stopped caring about what came next, what I was supposed to do, or what this man expected of me.
All I cared about was that I was here, with him.
So many times, they'd tried to explain that this wouldn't hurt, but the words had fallen flat.
They didn't begin to explain the connection I felt with him inside me.
The need that was growing in my chest, or the longing I had for this to never end. Not just the sex, but all of this.
And in the pit of my belly, a fire was growing. My skin felt electric. My mind wanted to spin and couldn't focus on anything but the way our bodies fit together. There was a rhythm to this, and I finally understood why those fantasy stories called it "lovemaking."
Because this was love. This unconditional trust, the need, the happiness that all came with it was so much more than "like.
" It was big and terrifying, but wild and exhilarating.
It was a spark in my heart, a tempest in my body, and a need that could never be defined.
It was lust and passion, but never evil.
And it felt so fucking good.
His thumb pressed and circled. His hips thrust. His mouth savored, and it was all too much. I could feel that pleasure growing, taking over - and then exploding inside me.
I gasped. There was sound with it, but not quite a word.
Kanik kept moving, kept kissing, and kept doing that thing with his hand until he simply couldn't anymore, and then I felt it.
There was a throbbing inside my body. A warmth as well, but his arms moved around my back, clinging to me, and I pressed my face into his shoulder, gasping for the air I desperately needed.
"Hey?" he panted. "You okay?"
"I had another orgasm," I mumbled.
"Mhm," he agreed. "I felt that. I did too." Then he chuckled. "Sorry, but you'll feel that in a moment."
"The seed?" I asked.
"Yeah." He helped me lift free of his body, then guided me down beside him.
After pulling the blankets over us both, he rolled to face me.
"We call it cum. Don't ask me why, because I feel very stupid right now.
I do know that your birth control means no children, so do not start to panic about it. "
"But I'm not a virgin?" I asked.
"No, Ayla, you're not." And he glanced away. "You know, they say you always remember your first."
I palmed his cheek, making him look at me again. "I... Kanik, I sorta waited to make sure it was you. I..."
"What?" he begged.
"I didn't want it to hurt."
"None of us will hurt you," he insisted.
"I know," I promised. "But I wanted it to be you."
And he wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tightly to his chest. "I know exactly how big that is, coming from you," he said before kissing the top of my head. "Ayla, I just want to be your man. First, next, last. None of that matters to me. That you want me here is all that's important."
"I do," I promised. "I..." And I looked up. "I just don't know how to say all the things I feel."
"I know." And he shifted, guiding me so my head could rest on his shoulder. "But you say more than you realize. Not with words, but that's okay. Sometimes, words are hard. They make things real when they feel too good to be true."
"But fantasies aren't lies," I mumbled. "They're real, Kanik. I know, because I'm living in one."
"Me too." And his arm around my back tightened, but my eyes were already drooping.
There was just one more thing I had to do. "Girls," I breathed, "guard."