Then everything was kind of a blur, and not the kind she was hoping for when she realized that Luca was going to be coming back to her place to sleep in her bed with her for the first time.
She supposed it was a mercy, in a way. It had been way too long since she'd had anyone in bed with her, and she'd never had anyone there like Luca. If she thought about it too much, she might have gotten terribly nervous, started fidgeting and tapping, maybe even summoned the cerastes from her shower.
Instead, they had stumbled into bed, and passed out, doing nothing more X-rated than holding hands. Now the soft dawn light filtered through her blue bedroom curtains and she sat up, noting that at some point, she had put on some pajamas.She wasn't thrilled that in her stumbling she'd chosen a pair of sleep shorts that were old enough to attend middle school and a tank top that declared her Sweet Enough To Eat, but she couldn't fault the man lying by her side, who even now was watching her through lazily half-open eyes.
“You awake yet?” she asked, her voice husky even in her own ears.
“Yeah. But you don't have to be.”
“Mm. I think I want to be awake right now.”
If she was asleep, she couldn't lean in and kiss him. If she was asleep, he wouldn't tug her half over his body, bare except for a pair of black boxer shorts.
Macy had heard plenty about first kisses, magical, like lightning striking, and they'd had one of those, but this one, she realized as Luca's tongue slid almost shyly along her lower lip, as his hands took an increasingly accustomed hold around her hips, was better. This was the man she was coming to know as hers, and she could still feel the lightning under the growing comfort they were taking with each other.
Underneath her thigh, she could feel him harden, and with a soft sigh, she pressed closer to make him moan. Through the thin fabric of his boxers, she measured the length and the girth of him, and it made her squirm with anticipation, because yes, he was precisely what she wanted.
“Do you know what you're doing to me?” Luca whispered against her lips, and she laughed, digging her nails lightly into his shoulder.
It's the same thing you're doing to me. Fair's fair, isn't it?”
“Whoever said I wanted to play fair?”
She yelped as he flipped her over on the bed, the old steel frame shaking beneath them. It wasn't made for things like this, but Christ, she would fix it later, she would deal with itlater. Right now, the only thing that mattered was Luca rising over her, his eyes brighter than the morning, his mouth red from kissing her and a need on his face that matched hers perfectly.
In a moment, he had stripped her tank top over her head, and then his mouth and his hands were on her, fast and possessive, and, she realized with a shiver of delight, exploratory. She tipped her head back and gave herself up to Luca learning her body, what made her sigh and what made her gasp, what was too ticklish and what could be borne if his fingers were firm enough.
“Oh you're so beautiful,” he murmured against her skin, and there was no way to deny him, none whatsoever. In his mouth, in his eyes, it was true, and she believed him.
He kissed his way down to her hips, nuzzling her thighs and then her knees, finding the ticklish spots behind the bend. His fingers were firm on her calves before he ventured back up to pull her shorts off. Now she was naked under his hands, and he leaned up to kiss the crease of her hip, where her thigh joined her trunk. There was something worshipful about the way he did it, and it made her sigh shakily.
“I need you,” she said.
She said it quietly, but it was raw, the very core of something she had never suspected before this. She did. She needed him, she needed all of him, and when he looked up to meet her eyes, she could see her need reflected back.
He stripped off his boxers, and at her indication, he went into her bedside table to find the condoms she'd stashed there ages ago. He started to tear one open, but she shook her head, holding out her hand.
“Come here, love.”
He knelt up on the bed beside her as she tore the foil packet open, and she could feel the way he looked at her, hot and adoring as she wrapped her hand around his cock. The skin was silky smooth, the heat immense, and Macy couldn't quite get her breath as she smoothed the condom over his flesh. She had friends who could do the cool trick of applying the condom with their mouths, but right now, she was overwhelmed with how good this felt, his cock in her hand, him watching her.
When she had got it on him, Luca wasted no time in pushing her onto her back, his kisses taking on a new urgency as he settled between her legs.
“You liked that,” he murmured, nipping firmly at her ear. “You liked making me wait.”
“I did,” she started, and then she moaned as he found the perfect spot on her shoulder and bit down gently. Some primitive part of her knew how strong his bite could be even in his human form. For her, it was gentle, and she wrapped one leg around his, sliding the bottom of her foot along his calf, marveling at his size and the leashed strength contained in his solid body.
Now she could feel his cock pressing against her intimately, the way his weight on top of her made a slow warmth spread through her that had nothing to do with the increasingly intense desire.
Mine,she thought, and it was both wonder and need, a bright light that seemed to bathe her in awe, a fire that threatened to devour her from the inside out.
He kissed her even as he reached down, sliding the tip of his cock along her slit, making her whimper in a way she had never thought she could. It spread her open, it made her aware in a way she had not been before of how wet she was just from how he had touched her body. Even now there was a kind of care to the way he entered her.
She opened her eyes hazily to meet his, and she smiled at the clarity there, the fierce concentration.
“Hey, this is for you, too,” she murmured, and he smiled, his teeth very sharp and white.
“Do you think I don’t know that?” he retorted. “This is exactly what I want to be doing, exactly what I have needed since I laid eyes on you, everything I—”
