CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

 

 

- Bren

She must feel my need. Her eyes don’t appear to be focusing on me until a second later when she grabs her knotted wrap and opens it, letting it fall to the floor before climbing into my lap. Pulling at my robe, she pushes it past my shoulders, so it falls apart and down my arms onto the bed. Her perfect, soft body is now on display as she moves over me and straddles my legs.

My cock is hard and straining, pointing at what I want above me. Seeing her naked will always affect me and I would have to be blind not to have a reaction. Even then, her tempting scent would draw me from miles away. My hands smooth over her silky thighs as she wiggles closer to me and wraps her arms around my neck. Staring into her eyes, I admire the gray to blue color they are. My mate is so unique and different than anyone I’ve ever seen before.

“I’m glad that I understand our relationship better and I’m sorry I overreacted earlier and didn’t let you explain. I just jumped to conclusions based on my past experiences…”

I cut her off because even though I appreciate her apology, what she is saying doesn’t matter. She doesn’t need to apologize. I remember how Atticus and Brock pointed out that I am assuming she understands how I feel. I need to tell her. “I need and want you all the time. You are mine and I will always be yours. Never doubt this. Instead of thinking about the past or the future, think about what we have together. Now. You don’t have to worry with useless fears. It’s done, and it will work out.”

Her head tilts to the side as she considers my words. I remember how she pressed her lips to mine earlier. Leaning forward, I distract her by bringing my lips to hers. They feel soft and pliant, and my mind wanders to imagining them on my cock, sucking and teasing me. She presses back, tilting her head slightly and I pause, uncertain where she is taking this. Her arms wrap around my head and sink into my hair. I’m fascinated and aroused even more, which I didn’t think was possible. I run my hands up and down her bare back, feeling how small she is compared to my larger, muscular body.

She’s taking the lead with this and I’m fascinated—and aroused. Her hands tighten in my hair. Then her tongue slips through our lips and touches mine. I forget all about her vulnerability and pure lust rages through me. I slowly rub my tongue against hers. She tastes just as delicious here as her cunt. The smooth, slick slide of our tongues mating, is different that anything I’ve every felt before. Moaning, her hold on me tightens as my hair wraps up her arms, locking her close. But she doesn’t pull away, as we continue to rub our lips together. I slant my mouth over hers and mimic her motions that she began.

My lust makes me bolder and more aggressive. Over and over, I use my tongue to fuck her face. It feels amazing.

She pulls away after a few moments, looking up at me. There’s a dazed look on her face that I’m sure she sees just as clearly on me. “You are a damn good kisser.”

“Kisser?” I press my lips to hers again before pulling back. “This is a kisser?”

Laughing a bit, she lets go of my hair and squeezes and rubs her entire body on mine. “It’s a kiss so that makes you the kisser.”

Kissing her again, I pull back and tweak her nipples. “Undress me now. I want you.”

Slowly, her hands slide from around my neck to the front of my robe at my waist. Pulling it apart the rest of the way, her hands slip inside, and her soft fingers skim across my skin as she shuffles the layer off my lap. Impatiently, I cup her bottom that is on my thighs and pick her up, sitting her back on the edge of the bed and standing in front of her as I finish opening my robe and letting it fall to the floor. She tilts back onto her elbows and continues to watch me.

“You look so good, baby.” Her words are confusing since I am not an infant. Tilting her onto her back, I grab her ankles and step between her legs. The sleeping platform is a little low so I bend my legs slightly to reach down and rub the head of my cock against her rosy, wet folds. Her body opens like a bud to me and she arches her back and moans. I catch a thrusting nipple in my teeth as I lean over her and rub my entire length slowly up and down her slit. She feels ready for me but I don’t want to hurt her.

Drawing her taut nipple into my mouth, I suck it hard as she tenses beneath me. My hand explores her wet opening and I slowly pierce her with a finger. Her body is so tight, gripping and pulling me in. Wanting me as much as I want her. “Bren.” Her breathy moan makes me pause.

“Does it feel good?” I lick over her chest to her other nipple while I wait for her answer.

“Yes,” her hands flutter through my hair as it reaches and entwines, loosens and strokes, trying to pleasure her. “Just take me.” I want to, but I don’t want to hurt her either.

Pulling back, I look down and rub my extremely hard cock along her again, coating it in as much of her juice as possible. Grabbing her feet, I rest them on my chest and tilt her knees out as far as looks comfortable.

Pressing against her opening, I start strumming my thumb across her clit as I begin rocking inside her. She arches and moans, crying out and pressing back against me. Hands flutter against my chest, in my hair and then inevitably land on my ass as she begins thrusting against me. Her body opens slowly, engulfing me like warm, silky vice around my steel-hard rod.

My body’s reaction to the sight and smell of her can’t be stopped. I know I’m becoming more frenzied as I feel myself sink deeper into her cunt. It’s heaven but I just want to pound into her until she knows I’m her master. I want to own her in every way. Where are these thoughts coming from?

Reining back my lust, I start a slow, deep rhythm inside her as she spurs me on with her legs, hands, and words. “Yes, Bren. Deeper. Ah…” She’s less coherent as I pick up the speed and realize I don’t have much longer until she will squeeze all the cum from my balls.

When she starts a keening cry, I pound harder and faster, fighting to get inside her completely as she tightens like a vice. I feel her coming as her body seems to relax and sink even further around me, spurting wet liquid over my length and further allowing me deep inside her. Burying myself hard, I groan over her, grinding against her as I spray deep inside her.

It’s incredible and I start to sink down on top of her before I grab her and pull her into my chest as I roll onto my side. Perfect.

Life altering. She’s like a drug that I know I will never be able to go without. It scares me a bit. When she opens her eyes next to me and smiles though, I can’t help smiling back.

“Good?” Her husky voice is sexy from her cries.

“Yes.” I pull us both up the bed and wrap my arms tight around her, trapping her against my chest.

I feel like I should sleep like this tonight. My body’s instinctual need to have her close and protected scares even me. These feelings seem primal and it will take time for my mind to adjust. Thousands of years ago, they were accepted, and no one thought about them, unusual or otherwise. But with our technology came the changes making it possible for us to be separated from our mates for prolonged periods of time. It should be interesting to see how that works out for us.

Not that I will ever allow that to happen. She is thoroughly mine and always will be. There isn’t anything that can change that now. It becomes clearer hour after hour.

My eyes drift closed with her tight in my arms. I smile as I feel her yawn and she burrows into my chest like a child.

Satisfied, my brain slows and all the emotion from the last day seems to drain out, leaving me limp and happy.