out of the snug-fitting fabric.
“You are so beautiful,” he said, palming her breasts. They were heavy mounds, larger than his big hands, and the sight of her hard, round nipples made his dick throb. He wanted to kiss every inch of her beautiful, soft skin, but that task would have to be saved for next time. He was already close to coming in his pants, and he still had another task to complete before he sank his dick into her wet core.
He let go of her breasts and started working her shorts down her legs.
God, they were beautiful, and once she stepped out of the garment, he slid his hands up her thighs, and leaned in to inhale the sweet scent of her honey. He nudged one of her legs so she would open the gap further, and he growled when her pussy came into view. Her honey coated her bare pussy lips, and the sweet nectar called to him in a way that no other woman ever had.
Hell, there had been many times in his past that he’d refused to go down on a woman because the act had seemed to personal for a one-night stand, and now he understood why. He was meant to worship his mate and no one else.
And he would worship her—for the rest of his life—but he was barely hanging on by a thread, and he needed every possible ounce of control when he slid his cock into her virgin pussy. Making her come with his tongue would have to wait.
“Lay on the bed, sweetheart.”
He turned to get the box of condoms out of the drawer, and smiled when he found the thing unopened. He knew it was stupid, but the primal part of him didn’t care. He saw Stacey crawl on the bed slowly, as if second-guessing her decision, and he turned to face her.
“What’s up?” he asked, gripping the hem of his t-shirt.
“I…want to see your body, too,” she said, quietly.
“Good,” he said, pulling off his tee. He untied his shorts, and pushed them down his legs. When he stood, her intake of breath made him smile, and he turned around so she could get a good look at his ass, too. “Do you like what you see?”
“You know I do,” she laughed. “Who wouldn’t? You’re perfect.”
“I don’t care what anyone else thinks,” he said, crawling between her legs. “Only you. Only my mate.”
Shit!
The word mate had just slipped out, but luckily, Stacey was more enamored with his cock than his words. He wondered if she was nervous—he wasn’t a small man, and he didn’t have a small dick—or if she was second guessing her decision to fuck him. He was large, but he had no doubt they would fit together perfectly.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she said, meeting his gaze. “Just a little nervous. You’re very…big.”
He chuckled at her comment, but rushed to reassure her.
“I am, but it will be all right, I promise. We just have to go slow, okay?”
“Okay,” she nodded.
Stacey took a deep breath, and watched as Lael sat back on his heels and rolled the condom down his cock. He was so big, and so perfect, and her nerves were all over the place. It wasn’t that she wanted to turn back—because she didn’t—but she didn’t want to be a complete loser, either. What if he didn’t fit? Or what if it was too painful and she had to stop? Would she be a virgin forever?
That thought made her laugh, and she knew she was being ridiculous. She was laying on the bed—naked—with Lael hovering over her, and she was worried about staying a virgin forever? The thought was stupid, and she immediately pushed it out of her mind. They were doing this, and she was going to enjoy herself.
As if reading her mind, Lael leaned down to kiss her, and at the same time, he dragged one finger over her clit, and pushed it into her pussy. The invasion felt strange at first, but only for a second. She was still wet and tingly from the orgasm he gave her against the wall, and her pussy tightened around his finger as if demanding more. Luckily, he seemed to know exactly what she needed, and he added another finger.
She moaned at the invasion, opened her legs wider, and sank her fingers into his ass. His fingers inside her cunt felt nothing like her own, or her poor attempt at using the vibrator, and her pussy was soaking wet