I could tell he was telling the truth about me being his first as I am his. I could taste no lie and with each heartbeat he inches closer to my very core. His breath fans out over my most private parts until the heat of his tongue slides through my pussy.
I gasp while at the same time I bury my fists into his hair to keep him in place. There is no other place I need his mouth and the way his tongue is flicking my clit is as if he’s making waves in the water, letting ripples of pleasure course through my veins.
He groans. The vibration adds to the experience he’s giving me. I can’t stop looking. Our eyes are connected as he keeps devouring my pussy. I have no other way to explain it. He’s feasting on me as if he’s addicted to the taste.
If any other experience between us is anything like the bliss he’s giving me with his tongue? I won’t ever leave his side. Though, I have a feeling with everything he said and already did, I wouldn’t want to walk away, even if I could.
I can feel his fingers teasing my opening. He slowly starts to thrust one finger inside me while he keeps flicking my bundle of nerves. I shamelessly grind myself against his mouth, searching for more friction.
It’s as if I’m chasing the waves, wanting more and more. Like Fiero admitting he brought himself to orgasm by hand, I have played with myself as well but nothing ever came close to the tingles spreading my whole body as I am experiencing in this moment.
It becomes all too much when he nibbles on my clit, starts to suck, and slowly pumps his finger in and out. Caught by an overload of bliss I scream his name and let my head fall back as my body floods with utter pleasure.
I can feel his teeth sinking into my groin and it only adds to the ecstasy flowing freely. Wave after wave hits me full force. I don’t ever want it to stop but bursting pain rips me back to the here and now when he’s suddenly thrusting deep inside my body.
The scream of pleasure morphs into one of terror until Fiero’s face is inches away to capture my mouth with his to swallow my screams. I can taste myself on his tongue. I grip his head once more but this time it’s to rip his lips from mine to guide his head to the side and bare his neck as I sink my teeth into his neck.
I can feel his dick deep inside me, twitching with each pull of blood I take inside me. It’s a high I’m caught up in that’s indescribable. Maybe it’s close to saying endorphins on crack are having a party to celebrate life in every cell of my body. There is no pain, only pleasure when Fiero starts to rock his hips back and forth in a steady rhythm.
I retract my fangs and lick away the last few drops of blood, letting my head fall back and close my eyes to submit to the feelings this man is clouding the inside of my head with. I never could have dreamed it would be like this.
Maybe it’s because I had my expectations low due to all the fiction I’ve read. Maybe it’s due to the eternal mate angle where everything is heightened between us. In this moment? I don’t care about anything else other than my orgasm hitting supernova once more.
My walls clench around his hard length. Grunts of pleasure rip from him and a few heartbeats before I close my eyes, I get a glimpse of Fiero’s face washing over with the bliss he promised me while I’m the one giving him the same in return.
His dick pulses inside me, spraying cum to brand me from the inside out. Every flow sends an extra tremor of a happy vibe through me as if it was an electric current where sparks kept flying off due to the high voltage.
After a few heartbeats my body falls back against the mattress, completely sated and with a huge smile on my face I wrap my arms around his thick, muscled shoulders as Fiero gives me all his weight.
“Fucking perfect,” Fiero sighs with awe in his voice. “Way better than my own hand.”
A giggle escapes me. “Oh, yes, I have to agree.”
He pulls back and stares down at me. “I would say we’re not going back to pleasuring ourselves but the thought of you fingering your own pussy makes me hard as a rock.”
He shifts his hips to let me feel how hard he indeed is once again since he’s still inside me.
“I guess we could give one another a show and tell because I’m curious to see how you fuck your own hand,” I honestly tell him.
Fiero groans and closes his eyes for a breath or two. “Don’t say shit like that, darlin’. Hearing you talk dirty drives me insane with lust, and I’m already buried deep inside you. The words ‘can’t get enough of you’ is a mere saying because I don’t think we’ll leave this bed until we’ve played out every single fantasy you and I can think of.”
I shoot him a grin. “Somehow I don’t see any problems with that.”
He starts to move inside me again and I lift my legs up to meet his thrusts. He lifts his body slightly up and catches my nipple into his mouth. Heightened by the soft pulls of his mouth, I am wrapped into tingling fire inside my veins once more.
I never would have believed the smut I read in books would be as real as the pleasure I was experiencing. His thick girth, his full length, it was all of him that made my body sing a serenade I didn’t even know I had in me. Hell, I’ve only choked out a few notes in the shower or in bed by my freaking self but this? Rockstar level for sure.
Suddenly he pulls out, the loss of him has me gasping but the air is sucked right from my lungs when he flips me around to land on all fours. Then he’s back inside me again. The front of his body covers my back while his heat envelops me.
Tunneling in and out of my pussy he quickly has me balancing on the line of coming. Then I feel it. His teeth sink into the curve of where my neck meets my shoulder. He is balancing himself with one hand on the mattress beside me.
I can see his blood pumping underneath his skin on his wrist. Without thinking I wrap my mouth around it and make his blood flow into my mouth. I swear I could taste the pleasure flowing through him at the same time he erupts inside me. My body follows him into bliss and I’m pretty sure I’d follow him anywhere from this moment on.
The both of us crash into a heap of flesh and bones. I nestle my head on his chest, curling into his warm embrace as he wraps his arms tightly around my body to keep me close as he pulls up the sheets.
“Damn,” he sighs and places a kiss on the top of my head. “Felt, feels, gonna feel so fucking good.”
“Past, present, and future, huh?” I ask with a smile in my voice, completely agreeing with what he just said.
“Fuck, yeah.” He releases a deep breath. “No matter what the future might bring, at least this part is solid.”
I can’t help but snort and lift myself slightly to glance him in the eye. “There I thought you sounded hopeful, now I realize it was only the sex part you were worried about. What if I am a nuclear bomb like my father believes I am? Then it’s still good our sex is solid and fuck the rest?”
The grin spreading across his face is devious and I might even say a bit juvenile when he says, “Our sex is solid and fuck the rest. I like it. We should make it our life slogan.”
There is no other response for me to give him other than rolling my eyes and snuggling back against his chest. This right here made me wonder how my life was thrown into a tailspin. From being viewed–mostly by myself, my father, and many others of my kind–as a possible threat, to being cut loose and placed on a pedestal worshipped as if I’m the gift that changed his life.