“Perfect, let us wait for nightfall and then we strike.”
16
Jessica feltthe nerves in Dave’s body as he held himself still for her. She understood that this would be new to him. Maeve had admitted as much in a conversation they had about how new Dave was to being a shifter.
Never in her wildest thoughts and dreams did she ever think she would be showing someone how to kiss, how to touch, and how to receive pleasure. But here she was, her hand on a giant chesticle, ready to get down and do the wild thing with a literal Kracken.
She wasn’t usually the kind of girl that slept with a guy on a first date, she was usually extremely picky about the guys she went for. She avoided warlocks, vampires and sirens. Preferring to stick with humans who were fully aware they were just scratching an itch for each other.
But Dave, well he was different. Apart from the obvious, that was. Dave had such a pure soul she could see it in the actions he took and in his eyes. She had felt something for him that moment he had walked into the dining room in the Hollow.
Yes, he was devastatingly handsome, but it was his kindness that drew her in. The way he dealt with the hatchlings all nightwith her, and when he showed her his Kracken form. She never knew she could get the instant feels for someone, yet here she was, and she was about to take it to the next level.
Sliding her hand down his chest, she reached the hem of his T-shirt. Lifting it she revealed inch after inch of that wickedly erotic muscled torso and, finally, gave herself permission to do what she had wanted to do since he had stripped off earlier.
She licked him.
Yes, Jessica licked a long trail up the centre of his abs and into the centre of his chest. Dave tasted of the sea, fresh and salty but with a hint of something else she couldn’t put her finger on. It took some effort and the help of a rock, but she managed to lift his T-shirt off him, leaving his standing in just his jeans. His hair was perfectly tousled, and his eyes had darkened, the green now more emerald, like her own, as he watched her.
“Dave,” she murmured. “Kiss me?” she asked and lifted her chin.
Instead of bending his tall frame to meet hers, he picked her up with one arm around her waist and lifted before he sealed his lips over hers and took her mouth. She may have had to show the way before, but Dave was a quick learner. Taking full control of the kiss he made her see stars. He dominated her mouth, sliding his tongue against hers. The man kissed like he had been born to it and that made her groan. Her body started to ignite, every sense heightened, and her core tightened in response.
No male had ever made her feel this hot or wet from merely a kiss, Jessica was convinced that she would combust on the spot before she even took his jeans off.
“Tell me,” he growled out. “What. To. Do.”
Jessica had to pull back from the kiss, placing her hands on his shoulders to try and clam herself.
“Take my T-shirt off,” she breathed out, she would take this slow with him, teach him everything she knew. Jessica alsowanted to make this last, prolong the pleasure they would most certainly get.
Dave gently placed her feet on the floor and slowly slid his hand up her waist, taking the material with it. She loved the feel of his hand on her bare skin, his palm slightly roughed and enough to elicit goosebumps across her skin.
Once her T-shirt was off, she threw it to the rock she had been standing on and let Dave look. Of course, like a typical male, his gaze was fixed upon her breasts.
“Breast man, I see,” she chuckled and reached around, unclasping her bra in seconds and letting that join the T-shirt on the ground. She watched as Dave’s eyes widened before he stepped forward and lifted a hand. Seconds before she anticipated his touch, he looked up at her on the rock. Jessica nodded, giving him the permission he seeked to touch. And didn’t that just give her the warm and fuizzies.
His large palm covered her breast, he squeezed gently before he caressed it, getting used to the feel and weight, and Jessica loved every second. He was not only learning her body, but he was showing her what he liked again. She loved it when he squeezed, but wanted more of the light touches that skated across her skin.
His fingertips soon found her nipple, and she watched as Dave discovered that if he blew his breath over the pink flesh, it went hard and then he could tweak it gently. Jessica was panting now; she had never reacted like this from a mere tweak and pull, but she was ready to fall over that edge.
“Oh goddess,” she breathed, and Dave grinned in response.
“Good?” he asked as he kept going.
“Oh yes,” she croaked out as his head bent and he flicked the tip with his tongue. Her cry became muffled as she put her fist into her mouth, not wanting to disturb the hatchlings.
Dave pulled away and smiled up at her, his hands still touching her skin like he couldn’t stop himself from touching her.
“More,” he said simply, and Jessica could do little but nod. Taking a deep breath, she swallowed, knowing full well this was about to go from 0-60 very fast.
Her only issue was… could she handle it? Could she handle him?
“Take your jeans off,” she practically panted, and as he made quick work of it, she slid her own down her legs, leaving her in just her knickers.
Before when she had seen Dave, he was soft, yet still impressive. Now… holy shit, he was huge. Jessica eyed him and swallowed once again; her pussy clenched in need, but her body was not sure that she was ready for this.
Dave stepped forward and cupped her face, his eyes searching hers, he was worried about her and that relaxed her. He was no gigolo that was going to take her with no feeling. No, this was Dave.
