His Virgin Mate(28)

She pressed one hand into my chest and I stepped back. Slowly, she slid from the settee to her knees before me. Through fringed lashes and with my cock bobbing just in front of her mouth, she looked up at me, holding my gaze as her hand tightened around my cock, about halfway down the long shaft, and opened her mouth.

“Holy fuck.”

I closed my eyes as the wet heat of her enveloped me. I vowed not to rush her, but my hand fisted in her silky hair and a growl filled the small room as she worked me with her tongue.

As a cock-sucking virgin, she should have been hesitant. Not my mate. She fucked me with her mouth, taking me deeper and deeper with each movement. I tried to make it last, tried to control my body, but she was too much. I couldn’t hold back, not this time, not seeing her for the first time on her knees before me, her mouth stretched wide like I imagined, my cock disappearing into her hot depths. My body was easily giving in to anything my mate demanded.

And right now, she demanded my seed. My pleasure. My surrender. She was ruthless and I loved it.

I gave her everything with a loud cry as she sucked me so hard her cheeks went hollow. As my cock bucked in her mouth, she massaged my balls, stroking and working me, drawing out my orgasm just as I had controlled hers.

When it was over, she leaned back slowly, licking me clean like I was her favorite treat. “That was fun.” She raked my thighs with her fingernails and I shuddered.

Gods, I was in trouble here. Until this moment, I’d firmly believed I was in control. Now I knew my folly. Lexi was everything. I could deny her nothing.

“Up, mate. It’s time for your reward.”

Eager this time, she took my offered hand and stood before me. I wanted more this time. I wanted to see all of her.

“Eager?”

She nodded and bit her lip. “I had no idea it would be like this, that I would feel this…naughty.”

“I like a naughty mate. Now take off your dress. I want to look at you.”

She hesitated for a moment, but I was before her with my cock hanging naked from my pants, slick from her attentions, with every ounce of desire for her blazing from my eyes. She pulled the dark red fabric off over her head before dropping it to a pool on the floor. She lifted her hands to cover her breasts, but I leaned over her, pulling them away, holding them out to the side as I inspected the luscious curves of my mate.

“You’re perfect. So fucking perfect.”

Lowering my head, I took first one nipple, then the other into my mouth. She stepped back on shaky legs until her ass bumped into the edge of the settee. It offered her the support she needed as I sampled her lush breasts. I took my time, tasting the soft underside of each one, working my way down over her supple stomach to her hips, her thighs. When I released her arms, she kept them where they were, out to her sides, gripping the edge of the furniture.

Gods, I couldn’t wait to fuck her sweet pussy, fill her with my seed. Make her mine forever.

But not tonight. Not yet. I hadn’t earned that yet.

It was my turn to kneel once again.

I put my hands to good use, spreading her pussy lips wide for my tongue. I showed her no mercy, tasting and licking, claiming her thoroughly as her pussy clamped down on my finger or my tongue, I made her come over and over until her voice was hoarse from saying my name and her body trembled, too weak to stand.

When she was wrung out and limp, when I knew she couldn’t give me anything more, I wrapped my body around her and pulled her into my arms on the long lounge chair, holding her as our breathing returned to normal.

Gods, if it was possible, I fell in love with her then, with the gentle and contented sigh that left her throat as she snuggled into my side. My body melted like a fool’s when she draped both an arm and leg over me, linking us as one and claiming me for her own. At least for now.

I wanted forever. One taste and I already knew I could never let her go.

It took time for us to recover. She’d taken my legs out from beneath me better than any Hive fight. When we were both ready, and her eyelids grew heavy, I tucked my cock back into my pants, dressed her gently, and carried her back to her suite.

I wanted to hold her all night. I wanted to take her to my rooms and never let her out of them. But I could not. If she slept naked beside me, I would not be able to resist temptation. I would seduce her and she would let me. Every soft sigh and trusting response of her body told me she would allow me my pleasure.

But I would not betray that trust by claiming her before she was truly ready. When I took her virginity, when I filled her with my seed, I wanted her to be absolutely sure. I wanted her to be in love with me.

I carried her to her suite, set her on her feet and kissed her with as much tenderness as I could muster. When she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me back, pushed her eager tongue into my mouth and invited me to conquer, I obliged, leaving her breathless and needy when I walked away.