Rescuing Their Virgin Mate(17)

“That feels good.” She wished she could have done a better job at articulating exactly how his actions affected her body, but she’d never talked about sex with a man.

As much as she loved being the recipient, she wanted to touch Dirk like he was touching her. Men loved blow jobs. She slid her fingers down his face. The bristles seemed harder than a normal man’s—more manly. He leaned into her palm and kissed it, and her heart thrilled. He lifted his head and captured her mouth. The connection between them intensified, pulling her so close that their chests molded together, and their breaths matched in speed.

All reason vanished. She had to have him. He swiped his tongue against the seam of her lips, and she gave him entrance. Tentative at first, she dipped her tongue into his mouth, and he let her lead. He tasted of tomatoes and beer, a combination that was so masculine she delved in for more. As she became the aggressor, Dirk groaned. His lids closed and the fire in his kiss nearly undid her.

He leaned back. “What you do to me. I’m not sure how long I can last.”

The next kiss barely made a seal. When he pulled back, their lips remained connected as if he never wanted them to part.

His desperate words finally registered. If touching her overwhelmed him, maybe he wanted her to enjoy him. “Do you want me to lick your member?”

He jerked. “Have you ever done that before?”

He didn’t have to look that shocked. “Yes, but the last man I was with thrust it in my mouth, and it wasn’t very nice.” That was the man she dated after her boyfriend dumped her.

Dirk ran his thumb over her lips. “I would never do that. In fact, I promise not to move, but I can only grant you a few licks.”

She smiled. “Then I’ll make them good ones.” She thought she heard bones crack like the sound Clay’s body had made before he turned into a wolf. “You aren’t going to shift on me, are you?” Trepidation raced up her spine.

“I hope not.”

She glanced to his attire. “You need to get out of those pajama bottoms.”

He cocked a brow. “Do you want to help?”

She swallowed. Undressing a man was an intimate act. Whether she took off his pajamas or he removed them himself, the result would be the same. He’d be naked. “Yes.”

It took a few seconds to decide what worked best. “Get on your back.”

“You’re the boss.”

She liked having the control for a change. For leverage, she straddled him and her vagina immediately reacted. Impure thoughts slammed into her hard, but she refused to back down now. She wanted this.

After hooking her thumbs into his waistband, she tugged the material over his hips, but the stupid pants caught on his big shaft.

He chuckled. “We have a problem, I see.”

He wrapped his hands behind his head.

Be that way. She reached in to lift the material over the obstacle and her knuckles brushed his hot skin. Her sex sizzled. Getting excited this quickly might cause some frustration on her part. As fast as she could, she jerked the material down, only to realize his rear prevented her from removing them.

She turned her head before she took in all of his assets, not ready to see his big erection.

“Don’t be frightened.”

Now why did he have to say that? She refused to let her nerves sabotage her. She tapped his hip. “Lift.”

He did and the pajamas slid down. “Here. Let me.”

So now he helps? She moved to the side, and when he tossed them off, her curiosity won out. The gasp automatically slipped out. Sweet Jesus. His rigid shaft lay flat against his stomach, and second thoughts bombarded her. “Maybe we should take this sex stuff in stages.”

He laughed. “Sweetheart, you do my soul good.”

She was uncertain what that meant. Here goes. “Remember, you promised you wouldn’t move.”

“Not a muscle.” His lips twitched as if he were fighting a smile.

He lay on his back and closed his eyes. It might be safe to touch him now. With her index finger she poked him. Quicker than she could blink he had her wrist in his hand.

“He’s not a toy.” The small lift to his lips implied he wasn’t mad.

If a finger didn’t work then maybe her tongue would do the trick. She straddled him again, scooted lower, and bent over. She licked his length from the base to the tip then licked her lips. She couldn’t detect any flavor other than a slight hint of salt. His jaw tensed and the muscles in his pectorals flexed. This was kind of fun.

After a few more licks, she spotted semen in his slit. She ran her tongue along the slit and let his cum settle on her taste buds. His flavor was different from the other men’s she’d tasted. Dirk’s was spicier and not bitter like theirs.