“I’m so close… so, so… Oh. Yes.” The words were airy and within seconds, lost in a scream of release he’d been looking forward to hearing. Israel loved hearing his mate shout his name as orgasm claimed her sanity for a brief moment in time. Feeling her collapse into his arms was as emotionally satisfying as it was sexually gratifying to feel her cream wash over his fingers.
“Again.”
“I can’t. I’ve never been able to…” He tightened his hold, interrupting her denial.
“You can. You will. Give it to me, Beautiful.” Slipping his fingers into her soaked vagina, Israel felt her stiffen against him. “Don’t you dare be embarrassed by that magnificent sound. Damn, that’s a huge turn on. Knowing you are so wet, we can hear the sound above the traffic is hotter than hell.” Curving his fingers, the tips brushed against the soft spongy spot that sent her into orbit. Two more orgasms, one immediately on the heels of the first, left her limp in his arms. He sucked her juices from his fingers, savoring the tangy flavor of the woman destined to be his mate.
Picking her up, Israel simply held her for several long seconds, loving the way she felt cradled in his arms. Rolling Bristol into his chest, he relished her soft moan when he nuzzled his nose in her hair. He looked forward to claiming her as his mate, but for now, he would have to be satisfied with a killer round of swinging from the chandeliers sex.
Claiming Bristol was his goal, but he’d count knock you on your ass sex as a close second. He’d already ordered their dinner, but it wasn’t scheduled to be delivered for another two hours. Yes, indeed, he had plenty of time to make love to the woman whose orgasms lit up downtown Austin a couple minutes ago. Hearing her cries of pleasure fill the evening air was humbling and notched up his desire for her more than ever.
Looking down at her, spread out on his bed, Israel couldn’t get out of his clothes fast enough. He had a condom rolled on and was moving over her within seconds. Skimming his lips over the shell of her ear, he appreciated the goosebumps racing over the surface of her skin. Her nipples were tight peaks pressing against his chest, and the heat of her sex was teasing the tip of his cock.
“I want you, Bristol. I want to make sweet, achingly slow love to you, but I think I’m past that point. This is going to be hard and fast—we’ll get to slow and sweet in a few minutes.” Her body answered for her. The scent of her honey floated around him as she lifted her legs, opening herself even more—until no part of her sex was hidden from his view. The head of his cock pushed through the outer folds, the heat so intense, he fought back the urge to plunge in balls deep. “You’re so tight… so hot. Goddess above, you feel like heaven.”
The muscles of her vagina were rippling around him, the rhythmic contractions trying to pull him deeper. He could hardly wait to fuck her without anything between them. They hadn’t talked about it yet, and he hadn’t wanted to take time for that conversation tonight. This evening was about establishing a deeper level of trust required for a solid foundation of intimacy. Relationships between shifters typically moved much faster than non-shifters, in large part, because they were such sexual creatures. Israel knew it was important to stay tuned in to Bristol’s verbal and nonverbal messages, but it was getting more and more difficult.
“Please. I want to feel you all the way inside me. Your cock is hot. And huge.” Holy hell, please go slow. It’s been so long.
He wasn’t sure how long it had been, but she was so tight, he knew he needed to take a deep breath and focus on inching forward. Tuning in to Bristol’s needs was a mixed blessing. Her body was clamoring for patience, but her soul longed for something more demanding—the hard-core, pounding into the mattress sex he longed to give her.
Chapter Seven
Bristol’s mind was melting from pleasure. The heat coming from Israel was so intense, she was having trouble keeping her thoughts from evaporating into a fine mist. Everything about the man was hot, and when he came over her, resting most of his weight on his forearms, there was still enough pressure, she had no doubt who was in charge. He’d said tonight was all about her pleasure, and she understood what he was trying to do, but the truth was, her pleasure fed off his. She needed to feel wanted. Feeling desirable was gas to her flame, and he was pouring it on by the gallon.
The rounded head of his cock was sliding through her slick folds, and the anticipation was killing her. Bristol hadn’t had sex in so long, she’d started referring to herself as a born-again virgin. The other subs at the club laughed, but there was a sad element of truth, Bristol found embarrassing. She’d spent years learning how to bring babies into the world and often wondered if she would have any of her own. Hell, the way her love life had been the past few years, immaculate conception was her only hope. I keep watching for that damned star… but so far, nada.
“Bristol, I would like nothing more than to make your love life the envy of every woman you know. When you are mine, I’ll make certain you’re well satisfied, and I’ll look forward to the time you’re ready to start a family.” She could hear the sincerity in his voice, and if she wasn’t careful, he was going to slip right past every last one of her defenses.
Damn, why did fate send me the right man at the wrong time?
“Have faith, Beautiful. Fate never makes mistakes. Now, I want to refocus on enjoying the feel of your soft curves. Damn, you feel so fucking amazing. I’m going to map every square inch of your luscious body with my tongue. I’ll know each sweet spot—what makes you moan, what elicits a gasp, what makes you blush, and what triggers those hot little goosebumps I saw earlier.”
His words distracted her from the shallow thrusts he was using to give her body time to adjust to the intrusion. The heat generated by her stretching tissues felt like flames licking up and down her vagina, wrapping him in heat so intense, she hoped it was scorching his control. She wanted him to shove himself in until his scrotum slapped against her ass, but she worried the move could actually tear her in places she’d rather not have stitched up. She’d seen the damage that could be done, and it wasn’t pretty.
But I want him buried deep inside. Now.
“We’re so close, Beautiful. I won’t ordinarily allow your mind to wander while I’m fucking you, but tonight it served my purpose.”
“Something… oh, dear Goddess… to remember.”
“Indeed. I want you to stay in the moment. The only mental field trip I’ll allow is subspace, and I’ll be happy to have you launch into that part of your head anytime you can manage it.” Her vaginal muscles rippled around him, and he smiled down at her. “Have you ever been in subspace, my sweet mate?
“No. I’m not sure I’ll be able to let go enough for it to happen.” She’d heard subs talk about the joys of the endorphin-induced high, but she’d never come close to experiencing it. She’d never thought it would be possible, but she hadn’t thought she could have one orgasm immediately after another, either.
“Trust me to take you where you need to go, Sweetheart. I’ll get you where you need to be. You only need to put yourself in my care.” He didn’t give her time to protest before pulling back, leaving only the head of his long cock sheathed before he jerked his hips forward. The heated tip pushed against her cervix, and Bristol heard herself scream as pure, white-hot pleasure streaked through her body.