Indigo’s scent changed again, and now it had undertones of desire.
To heck with pancakes and promises to hold back. I got up, yanking him to me and capturing his lips with mine. He ran his hands over my hips and ass as I backed him against the wall. I trailed kisses along his jaw to the sensitive spot just below his ear, and he shivered.
“Riven,” he whispered.
I returned to his mouth, the kiss growing more heated while I lowered my hands and cupped his arousal. “Too fast?” I asked.
He shook his head, lust flaring in his eyes. “No. Not fast enough.” There was no hesitation in his eyes, hands, or his crotch as he moaned
“Are you sure?” I needed him to be certain.
He unzipped his pants and shoved my hand inside his briefs. Gods, his cock was hard and warm, and it needed my mouth on it. Scooping him up, I carried him into the bedroom and placed him on the mattress. Bracing myself above him, I was reminded of how fragile humans were.
He must have sensed my hesitation, and he stroked my face. “Hey. I won't break.”
“I know.” But I had to be gentle. “I want to savor our first time.”
His eyes darkened, and I lowered my head to kiss him again, tasting the sweetness of the syrup on his lips. I slid my hands beneath his sweater and pushed up the shirt as my fingertips traced over his ribs, the softness of his skin contrasting with the hard muscle beneath.He arched into my touch, pulling me closer.
“Let me see you,” I murmured against his lips, and Indigo raised his arms, allowing me to yank off the top layer.
I sat back on my heels and memorized his body, including a tiny scar near his nipple. I was greedy to taste him and to be inside him. Perhaps my desires werereflected on my face or maybe my gaze was too intense because a flush spread across his chest, circling his pointed nipples.
“You too,” he said, fingers playing with the hem of my shirt.
A primal urge stirred inside me. Was this how it was when fated mates came together? I stripped off my shirt, and he ran his gaze over me, looking as though he wanted to eat me. He could, later.
Indigo reached up to trace around my nipple before tweaking it. I gasped as that delicious mingling of pleasure and pain threaded through me.
I caught his hand, and he yelped, our eyes locking on one another. Pressing a kiss first to his palm, I trailed more kisses down his throat while he moaned and his heartbeat thundered against my chest.
He tangled his fingers in my hair as I moved lower, exploring the dips and curves of his body while savoring the saltiness of his skin.
“I’ve been longing to do this.” I poked my tongue into his belly button, and he arched his body to meet me while whispering, “Even when you leaped away from my touch?”
I smiled against his skin. “Especially then.” My hands were at his waistband and he lifted his hips, allowing me to slide his pants and underwear down. The sight of him, bare and aroused, sent a surge of desire through me.
After ridding myself of my clothes, I lowered myself beside him, our naked bodies aligned from chest to thigh. His pale skin contrasted with my tanned and freckledbody, a result of being outside a lot. I stroked the curve of his hip and enjoyed the goosebumps that followed in my wake.
He walked his fingers past my midsection and wrapped them around my length. Gods, if he pumped once or twice, I might come, but he ran a thumb over the slit and gathered the pre-cum.
“What should I do with this?” Instead of sucking it, he smeared the sticky substance around my mouth, and I smacked my lips.
Mirroring his movements, I stroked his cock, enjoying his shallow breaths, and his fingers tightened around me as I fondled him.
“Riven,” he gasped, “is this what we’re doing? You know, being handsy?”
Putting my mouth to his ear, I whispered, “It can be. Or—” I pressed my mouth on his collarbone.
“I need all of you.”
I got to my knees and parted his legs, settling between them. But I couldn’t resist kissing, licking, and nibbling his inner thighs, making him tug at my hair.
Bracing myself on my forearms, I ran my gaze over his flushed face. But before plowing into his hole, I fingered him, the slippery slick coating my fingers, its musty aroma washing over me. As I pushed into him, up to the second knuckle, he gripped my shoulder, his mouth on my ear.
He bucked his hips, his movements matching my fingers as I shoved them into him before curling them back towardme.
But Indigo put a hand on either side of my face and begged me, not for my fingers but for my length.“Fingers are great, but I want the real deal.” He giggled.“But you can add your fingers too if you want.”
