She writhed on top of me, panting and moaning with pleasure as her body began to shake. I raised my face and put it next to her ear to whisper, “It’s alright. I’ve got you.”
My words seemed to be what Bronwyn needed because she shuddered and cried out as she splintered apart. I leaned back against the sofa and watched as I continued to move her over my shaft, drawing out her climax as long as possible. “Fuck,” I groaned. “You’re gorgeous. I can’t wait to see you in the throes of ecstasy when my cock is buried in your tight, virgin pussy.”
It was tempting to whip my dick out and shove it inside her right that moment, but I managed to keep ahold of myself. Bronwyn deserved more than a quick fuck our first time together.
Eventually, she calmed and collapsed against my chest, her body replete and pliant. With a firm hold on her bottom, I pushed to my feet, then wrapped her legs around my waist before striding out of the front room to the grand staircase in the foyer. I took the steps two at a time, anxious to have Bronwyn in our bed.
“Stephan?” Her voice was muted as she hesitantly said my name.
“Yes, angel?”
“Isn’t this...um...moving a little fast?”
We reached our bedroom just as she finished her question, and I didn’t answer her until I’d set her on the bed and crouched in front of her. Cupping her cheeks, I stared into her beautiful eyes as I confessed, “I’ve waited over half a millennium for you, Bronwyn. Now that I’ve found you, this can’t happen fast enough for me.” I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a few beats, then locked our gazes once more. “But I know this is all new to you and more than likely, a little overwhelming. I’m not going to push you into anything. We don’t have to do anything until you’re comfortable. We’ll take this at your pace.”
Her expression turned soft, and the corners of her plush lips tilted up. “That’s so sweet. I—you’re making it very hard to resist you.”
I winked and grinned roguishly. “Then I’m doing my job right.”
Bronwyn giggled and blushed adorably. Then her expression sobered and filled with worry as she tucked her breasts back into her bra. I frowned but refrained from saying anything in an effort to keep from freaking her out even more. “Are you sure you really want me? What if it’s just because we’re fated for each other? What if the desire wears off and you get tired of me?” She glanced away, and my heart squeezed at the sorrow and pain I saw on her face. “I don’t want to let myself care for you and then be heartbroken when you wake up one day and realize I’m not what you want and leave.”
“Angel, look at me.”
She slowly raised her wary eyes to meet mine.
“Desire and need are a huge part of what draws fated mates together. But that doesn’t mean we don’t recognize when our hearts feel a connection as well. I knew before we even touched that you were special to me. I just didn’t understand its depth until I felt the hunger burst to life at our touch. I have no doubt in my heart, mind, and body that you are my perfect match in every way.”
Bronwyn’s mouth opened and closed a few times as she absorbed my response. Then she leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine. Never losing the connection, I stood and lifted her to set her in the center of the bed before coming down over her. The kiss started out sweet, but it quickly escalated as our bodies heated and passion exploded between us.
“I want to be yours,” Bronwyn admitted sweetly after disengaging her mouth from mine. “As long as you promise to be mine.”
“Forever, angel,” I vowed.
With a steady gaze, she took a deep breath and popped the front clasp of her bra. Her breasts spilled out, and I licked my lips in anticipation of tasting her sensitive nubs again. I got to my knees and helped her out of her blouse and bra before shucking my jacket and shirt.
Her eyes went wide as they roamed over my chest, and her pink tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip. I groaned but stifled the need to grind down onto her pussy. Her skirt was voluminous, and it took a little effort to get it unzipped and drawn down her legs. Once it was gone, she was laid out before me in nothing but a pair of silky, nude panties, and—fuck—thigh highs that ended with lace wrapped around her thighs, and sexy black heels.
I left my pants on for the moment, knowing I’d lose my shit and be inside her in seconds once I released my cock. Getting onto my stomach, I settled between her thighs and ran my nose up her center, inhaling her apples and musk scent. The fabric was soaked, so my tongue left no evidence when it followed the path of my nose. “You smell so fucking good, angel.” I could have simply pulled the gusset of her underwear to the side, but I was desperate to have her center naked and completely bared to me.
With one fast tug, I ripped her panties from her body and wasted no time opening my mouth over her juicy pussy and sucking hard.
“Stephan!” Bronwyn screamed as her hips bucked up and her thighs attempted to close and force me away. No way in fuck was that happening. Her taste was bursting on my tongue, and my hunger was raw and intense, my pelvis grinding into the mattress to keep some control.
“Mine,” I grunted as I placed my forearms on her thighs to keep them open and spread her folds with my thumbs. She was swollen, pink and wet, glistening with nectar. I lapped at her arousal, drinking from her like a man getting his first taste of food after years of starvation.
Bronwyn’s hands delved into my hair, and she pushed and pulled, both trying to move me closer and shove me away. “It’s too much! Yes! Don’t stop! Stephan!”
I doubled my efforts and quickly sent her soaring on a fierce orgasm that ripped an ear-splitting scream from her lips.
Her pussy was gushing, and while I wanted to lick up every drop, I knew the slickness would help with the pain of breaching her virginity. My cock was leaking steadily, painfully hard, and pulsing with every beat of my heart. If I didn’t get inside her, I was going to lose my fucking mind.
I scrambled off the bed and hastily removed the rest of my clothes. My big, thick cock stood and bobbed against my stomach. Bronwyn’s gaze dropped to it, and her eyes went wide and as round as saucers. “I don’t think you’re going to fit,” she murmured in a trembling voice.
“Your pussy was made to take me, angel,” I said in a low, seductive tone as I climbed back onto the bed. “Do you trust me?” It was asking a lot, considering we’d only just met, so it filled me with joy and satisfaction when she nodded without hesitation. “Thank you.” I rested over her, keeping some of my weight on my elbows so I wouldn’t crush her. With unrestrained passion, I kissed her, and she returned it with equal fervor.
“I need you so fucking much,” I rasped. “Mine.”
“Yours,” she agreed in a whisper that I felt in my soul.
My cock was nestled in the apex of her thighs, and I rocked against her, readying her for my invasion. When she was again writhing with need, I lined up my shaft with her slick channel and began to work the tip inside. “Oh, fuck!” I hissed. “You’re so damn tight.”
On the outskirts of my sanity, I barely registered the ringing of a bell, but I ignored it, losing myself in the snug heat enclosed around the tip of my dick.