Boon barked out a laugh, startling her and causing her to jerk her attention up toward his eyes.
“I said that out loud,” she said, her face and chest immediately blushing a mottled shade of red.
Boon stepped forward, still laughing as he reached for the zipper on her jeans. “Yes, you did,” he said, then laughed more as he unfastened her jeans and tugged them down over her hips.
“Sorry,” Angelle murmured as she helped him push her jeans down to her knees, which was as far as they were going because she was still kneeling on the bed.
“I want these off,” he said, the gruffness back.
“I’m embarrassed,” she said.
“Don’t be. It’s me. I’m yours. You’re mine. There is nothing about you that I won’t know and cherish.”
“Same,” she said.
“Then no embarrassment.”
“What if I don’t look the way you expect? What if it doesn’t feel like it should. What if…” she paused and looked him right in the eye, “what if I don’t know what to do?”
Boon smiled patiently at her as he leaned in and kissed her again. While he was kissing her, he placed one hand behind her shoulders, and with the other he took hold of the jeans bunched around her knees. Then he yanked the jeans, and thereby her legs toward himself, sending her flying backward, supported by his hand on her back, to land on the mattress.
Angelle gasped, so surprised by his actions that she didn’t have time to call out before he was once again adjusting her position. She’d just managed to fill her lungs with air to exclaim or shout when he used the jeans that were now around her ankles to hold her legs up and push them toward her chest with one hand as he covered her entire vagina with his mouth. His full lips formed a seal against her skin as he softly suckled her flesh, kissing her most sensitive parts as he would her mouth once or twice before he raised his head enough to look down at his treasure.
Angelle was immediately self-conscious and started to squirm in an effort to put her legs down. But it was pointless — her ankles were still captured in her jeans, and Boon still held her legs up and in the air, preventing her from getting free.
“Shhh, stop!” he said. His voice was firm, demanding, but not commanding. And it made her stomach, and the spot he was staring at mercilessly, do funny things.
She felt her channel clench and tried to pull her legs closer together.
Boon’s gaze had been focused intently on her, memorizing everything about her, when he’d seen her physical response to his demand that she remain still. She seemed to like it when he became a little more demanding than she expected. “You are my mate — my only treasure. I’m going to take my time memorizing the look of my mate, and you’re going to allow me to.”
“But…” she started.
His eyes flashed up to hers. “Shhh!” he said sharply. His gaze left hers as he focused on her now glistening, and pinkening labia. “I am going to take my time and memorize the taste of my mate, and you’re going to allow me to.”
“Boon!” she said shyly, almost pleadingly.
“I’m going to memorize the things that excite my mate, like showing her exactly what I want, and maybe even a little demand here and there in our bedroom. So that I can always, always please her, even when she’s not quite sure what it is that she wants.” He’d been lightly stroking his fingertips across the lower curve of her ass, just centimeters from her pussy. With the last word of his sentence, he pushed just half of his thumb into her opening.
Angelle moaned, her channel grasping at his thumb. “Boon!” she tried again, her voice barely a whisper.
“I like to hear you saying my name,” he said, as he pulled his thumb away and slowly swiped his tongue all the way up and down her slit.
Angelle cried out, trying unsuccessfully to move and bend her legs.
“No, you’re not moving yet. I think I like you like this, open to my exploration,” he said. Lowering his head to lick and suckle at her flesh again. He found the hard little bud of her clit and flicked it with his tongue before sucking on it, making her entire body twitch with each sucking motion. While he suckled her clit and used his tongue to swipe across it roughly, he slipped a finger into her pussy again, this time not stopping until he felt the barrier that would have confirmed to him that she was untouched until this very moment, if he hadn’t already known it. For a brief moment a part of him wished she’d already experienced the pain that would come with her first time, then the beastly part of him came roaring back to the forefront as his possessiveness took hold. “Mine,” he growled, his face and mouth still in contact with her most sensitive parts.
“Yes,” she panted.
His gaze shot up to hers again, surprised that she answered. Her eyes were closed as she lifted her hips, seeking the contact with his mouth that she’d momentarily lost when he looked up at her.
Angelle whimpered for the split second that his mouth was away from her now swollen pussy.
He dropped his head, his mouth once again giving her pleasure unlike anything she’d ever dreamed.
“I’m going to make you come, Angelle,” he said, his voice deeper, harsher than she’d ever heard.
Her eyes popped open and she looked down at him.
