He’d waited all his life to see his mate in his nest. Now that it was happening, he found himself nearly vibrating with anticipation.
Soon, it wouldn’t just be his. It would betheirs.
It would hold Nelly’s sweet vanilla sugar scent mixed with his own. It would be where he held her, pleasured her, marked her. It would be where she was safest in the world andhis.All his.
Unable to wait a moment longer, Clark rested one knee on the edge of the mattress and bent to tip his mate out into the center.
She flopped there, limbs loose, and stared up at the ceiling for a moment before a giddy, breathless laugh escaped her bruised lips. His blood rushed in ears, his cock was already leaking into his fucking jeans, and he could barely think in coherent sentences, but still Clark found himself grinning down at her.
“You look so small and cute in our big nest,” he told her, hands already working to strip himself of his clothing. “Makes me a little worried I might break something precious when I fuck you.”
Nelly’s laughter faded into a saucy grin. Utterly shameless, she drew her heels up until she was staring up at him with her legs spread wide, her hands cupping her breasts, and her back arched in blatant invitation. “Do your worst, cowboy. I love a challenge.”
Clark was on the bed in a flash. His cock, flushed and sticky at the tip, dragged over the blankets as he blindly reached back to yank the thick curtain into place. Darkness, warm and filled with the sounds of their harsh breathing, made the nest seem like its own world.
He’d marked her with his come several times already, but he still couldn’t help himself when he swiped two fingers over the tip of his cock. Crawling over her much smaller form, he growled, “Open.”
In the dark, Nelly’s face was cast in blue-black and deep plum. Her eyes were distant as they attempted to adjust, but they were just as full of lust as they had been when she demanded he taste her — if not more.
There was no hesitation when she popped her lips open to accept his fingers. Her velvety tongue stroked them, savoring everything he gave her, as her body rolled under his, rubbing them together.
Since he had to keep one elbow braced by her head to stop himself from crushing her beneath him and he had absolutely zero desire to take his fingers out of her mouth, Clark pressed his face into her fragrant hair and commanded, “Put me inside you, sugar. Work me in slowly. I want to feel every inch of you.”
Gods, theluxuryof it. Knowing that they would be skin to skin made him feel almost dizzy with need. He thanked every god and modern technology that provided him with his contraceptive and preventative disease shot, allowing them to luxuriate in one another without worry.
Nelly moaned around his fingers. A moment later, her hand — her gorgeous, perfect, silky-soft hand that he’d dreamed of for months — closed around the hot bar of his cock andsqueezed.
“Fuck.”He couldn’t stop his hips from moving. Clark thrust once, twice, then a third time before he got control of himself again. Panting into her hair, he pressed down on Nelly’s tongue as a warning. “Inside.Now.”
With her sucking on his fingers, it should have been impossible, but he swore he felt her smile.
He didn’t have time to check, though, as Nelly finally did as he asked. The blunt tip of his cock nudged her core, then, with a groan, she guided him inside. The air wheezed out of his lungs as he fought to stay still above her, to not grab the nape of her neck and thrust home with every ounce of his strength.
He couldn’t do that without hurting her, not when her body wasn’t trained to accept his girth yet, but the urge was a screaming noise in the back of his mind.
Sweat beaded along the curve of his spine as he endured the delicious torture of allowing Nelly to go at her own pace. She trembled underneath him, her tongue working restlessly as she whimpered and groaned until, at last, he could go no further.
Slowly pulling his fingers past her lips, Clark briefly cupped her throat before he slid his hand down, over her breast, and under her back to clasp the top of her shoulder from underneath. Holding her securely against him, he asked, “You ready, sugar?”
Soft arms curled around his back, anchoring them together even more securely.“Yes.”
Their significant height difference meant he couldn’t couldn’t kiss her in this position, but feeling every inch of her body surrounding him, pressed up against him, moving in time with his when he began to thrust, slow and deep, was the next best thing.
Even when he was out of his mind with need, Clark savored her in a way he never could have imagined. Every glide of his cock was paradise. Every breath puffed against his sweat-slicked throat was a joy. Every whimper, every word, every scratch of her blunt nails down his back was a gift.
And when the pressure built to unbearable levels, at last overtaking his desire to luxuriate in his mate, Clark begged her for yet one more gift: “Sugar, come for me. Give me one more.”
His rhythm stuttered when he squeezed his hand into the sliver of space between their bodies, rolling and rubbing hard until Nelly began to speak in broken sentences he could only partially understand, her muscles tightening until her back bowed.
Grunting a harsh curse or athank youor perhaps both, Clark braced both of his palms by her ears, freeing him at last to piston his hips. His strokes were brutal, deep, certainly not elegant, but Nelly hung on, her head thrown back in an expression of pleasure-pain, until he came with her name on his lips.
He didn’t stop. He didn’t want to, even when he felt raw and spent. He thrust into the perfect, wet mess they’d made of one another until he couldn’t move. Even then, he stayed like that for some time, gluing them together as he whispered how much he adored her into the tangled tresses of her hair.
Nelly held him tight with arms and legs. He felt the tremors running through her when she murmured, “You’re so much more than I could have dreamed of, Clark. I hope you know that. I’m— I’msolucky.”
If his heart could have, it would have broken out of his chest to find hers and never let it go. “Sugar, I’d crash a dozen more trucks to be with you. No questions asked.”
Her soft laughter bubbled between them. Breathless, Clark rolled onto his back. He took her with him, of course, and went to great pains to carefully arrange her sprawled form across his chest before he blindly reached for a blanket to toss over them both.
