“Yeah, I told you.Shifters have fated mates.We only ever want them.I will only ever want you.Only you.”
“Have you… thought about sex before?”
He nods.“Yeah.A bit.”
“What did you think about?”
“It was more what you would look like or how it would feel to have my fated mate than, like, positions.”
“Well, what position do you want to try next?We can learn what we like together.”
He smiles.“Whatever you want.”
I nod and push on his shoulder until he rolls over.Climbing on top of him, I straddle his thighs.My bravery from a moment ago fades a bit when I look down at his cock.
“Jesus.It’s hard to believe that fit inside me,” I mutter.
Jameson lets out a startled laugh.“We’re made for each other,” he reminds me.
I scoot down his legs and lie on my stomach between them.His cock bobs in front of my face, and I lick my lips as I reach up, wrapping my hand around his length.
Or trying to.
My fingers don’t quite touch, but Jameson doesn’t seem to mind.A drop of liquid appears on the tip of his dick, and I lean forward, licking it up with my tongue.
“Oh, FUCK!”he shouts.“Goddamn, Fern.Mate.”
He’s breathing hard already, and I’ve barely touched him.Seeing his reaction to me makes me bold and confident.
I lean forward more and wrap my lips around the head of his cock.His hands fist the sheets, and I hum as I lick and suck my way down his length.I can only take a few inches, so I use my hand for the rest.
His hands tighten in the sheets, and his thighs tense on either side of me.
“Fuck, Fern!You’re way too good at that, but I need to make you come.”
I suck harder on his cock, and he growls as he sits up, reaching for me.He drags me up his body, and I straddle his hips before he can roll me under him.
“I want to be on top this time.”
He looks intense as I reach between us, gripping his cock and lining him up with my opening.I lock eyes with him as I slowly sink onto his cock.We both moan as I buck my hips, taking more of him.I grind against him and gasp as he bottoms out inside me.
“It’s so deep like this,” I groan.
His jaw pops as he holds himself back.Gripping my hips, he helps me as I ride him.We move slowly, taking our time, savoring every moment.
Our bodies come together over and over again.Jameson’s hands are all over me, smoothing up my spine, cupping my breasts, gripping my hips.His tongue slides down my neck, and I cry out when he licks the bite mark he left on me last night.
“I’m close,” I gasp.
His grip tightens.He kisses me, his fingers tangling in my hair as we rock, straining to reach our peaks.
“Fern,” he growls.“Mate.”
Hearing him call me that is what does it.I tense as I come, grinding and writhing on top of him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he mutters as he spills inside me.
“I like that position,” Jameson pants as I collapse onto his chest.
