When she says that, it sounds like more, like she’s saying ‘I love you,’ but he knows that’s not the case. She’s his mate, and he will love her till his dying breath, but he knows she doesn’t feel the same. It’s hard. Hard to know that he can’t give her everything she deserves. He can’t give her a great life in New York. A new job that appreciates her. A mom who should realize how special she is. But he can do his part, he can hold her and whisper sweet nothings in her ear. So that’s what he does.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says softly, rubbing a hand up and down her thigh. “I’m so lucky that I get to be here with you.”
She kisses him hard. Pulls him down to her by his hair, and he groans at the sensation. Their teeth clash, and she tugs on his lip with her teeth. He wants more, it’s not enough. She must think the same because she’s swinging a leg over his lap, straddling him. He’s hard as a fucking rock, and he doesn’t know if he should be so soon, but he doesn’t care. He has Chloe writhing around in his lap, and it’s the greatest thing in the world.
When she grinds down on him, his whole body shivers. His hands slide up her thighs and palm her ass over her dress. She grinds down harder, rubbing herself on his erection through his jeans. He could come just from her doing that.
He flips them, and she lets out a little squeal. Lying her down on the couch and slotting himself in between her spread legs. He rocks into her and she moans. He wants more. This may be the last chance he has to kiss her, the last time he has her under him, his mate. He kisses down her neck to her collarbone, biting and sucking there. Leaving a mark to show everyone they belong together. She whimpers when he moves lower. Kissing her shoulder and sliding the strap down.
He’s seen her in her bra and panties when they went swimming in the lake. But he’s never felt her, never touched a breast. And as he pulls her strap down, a nipple pokes out. It’s pink and hard, and he captures it in his mouth without thinking. He sucks gently, feeling it harden even more in his mouth. His hand palms her breast. Squeezing gently and takingin the weight of it. Not too big, not too small, just perfect like the rest of her. He moves to the other strap, kissing that shoulder before sliding the strap down. Now both her breasts are exposed, and he goes to the other nipple. The poor neglected one, blowing on it softly.
“Axel, please.”
He takes it in his mouth, still palming the other one, and she grinds her lower body against him. Soft, sweet moans are escaping her lips, and he surges up to her mouth to capture them. She grips his hair hard and tugs. He likes it, growling deep in his chest, and she does it again. He never thought about any kinks he might have, it didn’t make sense to explore them if he was never going to get to be with anyone. But now she’s tugging on his hair, and he likes the pain. Likes her taking what she wants from him.
“I want to take you upstairs, baby. I want more,” he tells her after breaking their kiss.
Her eyes flit between his, and her brow furrows a little.
“Are you sure? We can still go slow. I know you haven’t...I know you’re a virgin. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I don’t want you to regret it.”
“I could never regret anything with you.”
She kisses him again, hard. He scoops her up, wrapping her legs around his waist and stands, carrying her up the stairs. She attacks his neck, sucking and licking, and his cock throbs in his pants.
He lays her down gently on the bed. Her tits are still out and shiny from his saliva. He bends down, capturing one in his mouth. Then the other. She tugs athis shirt.
“Off.” She tries to work the buttons while still kissing him, but it’s not working, so he stands and undoes his flannel shirt. He growls and throws it off to one side when it gets stuck on his arm. He bends down again, sliding his hands up her thighs under her dress. It’s the most skin on her he’s felt. Even in the lake, he kept his hands mostly to himself. His hands brush against her curvy hips, and he feels the side of her panties.
“Can I...can I take your dress off?”
She nods and sits up on the bed, scooting the dress up her body and then pulling it over her head. She’s gorgeous, creamy pale skin dotted with freckles. Red hair lying on her shoulders, lips red and plump from kissing him. Panties so tiny they must be a thong. She’s perfect.
“You too,” she says, “your pants.”
He undoes his belt. Her eyes are locked on his crotch. No woman has ever seen his dick. It twitches at the idea of her being the first. As he unzips, she kneels on the bed, hands running up and down his abs, eyes still locked on his pants. He hesitates. This will be the next step, getting naked with her. Doing the most he’s ever done sexually, the most he may ever do again.
Her fingers cover his on the zipper, and she looks up at him.
“Can I?”
He nods his head yes, and she begins to press kisses to his abdomen and sides. Her kisses go lower till she’s at the waistband of his boxers. She pulls back, running her hands along the top of his pants, avoiding his cock. She pulls his jeans down slowly, smoothing palms up and down his thighs before he steps out ofthem. Then he’s in his black boxer briefs, were they always so tight?
She’s looking at his erection straining his boxers, fingertips feather light on him everywhere except where he wants it most.
“Underwear too?” She looks up at him with wide eyes. He knows she’s asking for his consent, his permission to go further.
“Yes.” His voice is quiet, but he knows she heard him. He bends down and kisses her, gentle, chaste. Her hands are still everywhere, smoothing, stroking gently, reverently. She slides his boxers down while they kiss, he feels his cock spring against his stomach, and he doesn’t think he can get any harder than he is right now.
“Let me make you feel good,” she says, searching his eyes.
“What do I...where do I?”
“Sit, here on the end of the bed. That’s good, perfect.”
She puts a pillow on the ground and kneels between his legs. He spreads his thighs a little wider and leans back on his elbows. She looks at his cock and licks her lips, it twitches a little. Planting kisses on his thighs, she massages them gently with her hands. Working up his legs till he can feel her breath ghosting over his dick. It’s leaking, dripping down to his abs. She slides her palm around it, cradling it gently.
She kisses the shaft, gentle and sweet. Runs her tongue over the slit.
