by V. A. Dold
Cassidy turned bright red and blinked up at him, then dropped her eyes and tried to pull out of his arms. “I’m—I’m sorry. I thought you wanted to—” Then she shook her head. “Never mind.”
“Wait. Are you saying you want me to make love to you? After you said no earlier, I thought you wanted to go slow and just make out or something. Jesus, I sound like a teenager.”
Still refusing to look at him, she nodded and made a small sound of assent. Good lord, she was an innocent schoolgirl, and sexy siren rolled into one. Marcus pulled her back against his chest, and he closed his eyes, savoring the feel of her soft curves against his hard body.
“I—I want your hands on me.” A muffled, shy whispered demand.
He was all about giving Cassidy what she wanted. In a quick move that made her gasp, she was on her back, and he lay half over her. “Are you sure? I don’t want to move too fast. But, baby, I want to love you until we both can’t move.”
She smiled softly and went all pink again. “I want that, too.” Suddenly her eyes widened. “This isn’t going to make us mates, is it?”
Still taking things slow, he smoothed his palm up her satin-covered ribcage to brush the underside of her breast. Chuckling, he shook his head. “No. There’s more to it than that.”
“Oh, okay.” At once, her nipples peaked, hard and tight. Her breath hitched, and she arched as if begging for more. One of her hands went to his shoulder, and the other fisted in his hair. “Please.”
“Oh, I will, mon amour.” He cupped her breast, massaging and thumbing her nipple until she panted and squirmed.
His wolf rumbled in his chest again, voicing its pleasure. Switching to her other breast, he pinched and rolled until it was a stiff peak. Then he nipped the tight bud lightly with his teeth and suckled. “Damn, woman. You’re beautiful.”
He needed her naked, molded to him, skin to skin. Releasing the satin covered peak, he pulled back and waited until she opened her eyes. “I have to see you. Are you okay with that?”
Cassidy bit her lower lip and nodded. “Yes.”
Mouthwatering in anticipation, he rolled to his knees beside her and grasped the hem of her nightgown. Inch by slow inch, he revealed her incredible body. The blonde curls at the apex of her thighs appeared, fueling his need. No panties. His cock twitched, and his wolf rumbled louder, its appreciation evident.
Marcus devoured her with his eyes, drank her in, inch by inch. Cassidy’s skin had a healthy glow and was velvety soft as his fingers pushed the nightdress further. Marcus licked his lips. Her breasts were high, round, and full, with pink nipples standing proud.
He took his time, enjoying the feel of her flesh beneath his palms. He paused when his hands reached the top of her breasts and moaned. “Lift your arms for me, mon amour.”
When she sat up and raised her arms, he eased the gown over her head and tossed it to the floor.
“Lie back for me again.”
She did as he directed, her hair fanning out over his pillow like a goddess waiting to be worshipped. The moonlight streaming through the window caressed her like a lover, giving her skin a golden glow. “I've had so many fantasies about your body, cher. There are so many things I want to do.”
He paused and drank in the sight of her. Her body was a glorious banquet meant to be savored. He swallowed hard as his gaze traveled from her eyes down to her thighs and back. “You’re magnificent.”
Cassidy bit her lower lip and took her time appreciating Marcus’s body. Kneeling before her, he was glorious to behold. Hard and lean, all muscles and silky skin she ached to touch. His ripped, tight abdomen led to a sexy vee at his hips that made her mouth water.
Before she thought about her actions, she reached out and ran a finger along the vee. Marcus growled, and she jerked her hand back.
Grasping her wrist, he put her hand on him again. “Touch me as you please. The rumbles and growling are my way of telling you that I like it.”
When she stroked the vee again, he groaned. Then he leaned over her and sucked an aching nipple into his mouth while he rolled the other between his fingers. Now it was her turn to groan.
She pulled her hand away from his hip and thrust it into his hair. Marcus released her breast with a pop then stretched out beside her again. When he suckled the other nipple into his hot, wet mouth, she gasped and arched her back, thrusting her breast deeper. Marcus chuckled around her tortured flesh and suckled harder. Then licked at her nipple. “Mm. You taste just like you smell, tart and sweet.” He blew a warm breath over her damp flesh, then nipped gently before suckling it again.
He savored her breasts like they were his favorite treat, alternating between one and then the other until she was panting and mad with desire.
“Marcus, please. I can’t breathe.” She felt hot all over, damp between her legs, and her heart was beating faster than a hummingbird’s wing.
“You can’t rush our first time together, baby. You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to touch you like this.” He flicked his tongue over one taut peak, and rumbled, “I have plans. Lots of plans.”
Marcus’s smoldering passion told her he did, in fact, have a plan. Based on what he’d made her feel so far, she knew she’d enjoy what those plans entailed. And since he was the experienced one, she decided to follow his lead.
Marcus’s bare skin was a temptation she had to touch. The sensation of his chest hair when she stroked with her fingers was an interesting combination of both soft and slightly coarse. With each caress, hard muscles rippled under her fingertips. Interesting. She stroked him again.
Marcus growled, vibrating her sensitive breast in the most delectable way.
Just when she was sure she couldn’t take more, he swept his hand down her body and cupped her gently. She gasped. Then he stroked her curls and pressed the heel of his hand against a sensitive bundle of nerves. Cassidy nearly came off the bed.
She grabbed his shoulders and held on. Every touch, every kiss was more intense than the last until she was dizzy from an overload of sensations.
“So wet for me,” he whispered.
A low helpless moan escaped her lips as she writhed under his administrations. Never before explored sensations engulfed her body. Her entire focus was on what he was doing and how it made her feel. As good as it all felt, she needed more. She needed him to fill the hollow emptiness that made her ache.
“Please,” she groaned, twisting beneath him. “More.”
“What do you need, mon amour,” he asked as he slowly circled her nub.
“I don’t know. Something.” It was a gasped plea, as her back arched, crushing her breast tightly against him.
Claiming Cassidy’s mouth again, he kissed her to within an inch of her life. Marked her as his, by dousing her in his scent. One sniff and any male stupid enough to flirt with his woman would back off.
Gradually he slowed his feverish need and softened his kisses before blazing kisses to the pulse point of her neck. Her heart raced beneath his lips. She tasted of oranges, peaches, and arousal.
Tasting her inch by inch, he loved his way back to her taut peak and closed his teeth around it gently. She gasped, arching in pleasure. “I’m going to show you how I feel about you while I make you feel good.”
He nipped again, and she nearly came off the bed.
“That’s it, mon amour, and there’s so much more I want to do,” he murmured the declaration between tiny nips and licks to her breasts.
He skimmed one hand down her belly, whispered over her thigh and cupped her with his entire palm, applying light pressure as he massaged her erotically. His blood thundered in his ears and rushed from his head straight to his groin. She was extraordinary and all his. He needed to taste her.
With both his hands and mouth, Marcus moved down Cassidy’s body, glorying in every inch of his mate.
Working his way down the bed as he did the same to her body, he stopped for a moment to nuzzle her tummy and trace her hip in lazy sweeping swirls of hi
s fingertips. Her skin was incredibly supple and firm, a sensory delight he would enjoy as often as possible. His wolf licked its chops, wanting a taste of its mate.
With ever-larger circles, he inched toward her heated core. When he skimmed his palm between her legs, her muscles bunched and quivered beneath his touch.
Her breath hitched again as his fingers danced nearer his ultimate goal. He kissed the slope of her mound just above the intriguing triangle of blond curls, reveling in her dampness and scent.
Marcus took his time. He wanted Cassidy dripping wet and ready for him when he made love to her. He lowered his mouth to her as she raised her head from the pillow and watched. Holding her gaze, he ran the flat of his tongue over her feminine heat and grinned when a shiver shook through her.
Lifting his head, he licked her flavor from his lips. “I knew you would be delicious. Like a bowl of fresh fruit covered with whipped cream. I’m going to have you for dessert every night.”
Marcus stroked the hot silky flesh of her inner thighs, higher and higher. She was musky and wet for him. He parted her delicate folds, exposing soft pink lips. With a feather-light touch, he stroked her with the tip of one finger.
Her quivering increased when he kissed her once then laved his tongue in slow, exquisite licks from bottom to top with a little swirl around her nub.
With each swipe of his tongue, the breathy mewls escaping her lips, grew louder. Good, his mate’s hunger was building. Closing his teeth over her clit, he slid a finger inside.
Her gasp drew his gaze up. Curling his tongue around her nub one last time, he released it to speak. “I’ve wanted to taste you since first seeing you in the lobby. You’re more delicious than I imagined.” He dipped his head again and continued the slow thrusting of his finger. Her inner muscles contracted around his finger with each flick of his tongue. Cassidy was hot and tight and perfect.
He flicked her clit, sucked it into his mouth, and rumbled, knowing that the vibration would make her toes curl.
“You taste so sweet.” Lick. “So perfect.” Lick. “I could eat you all night.”
Removing his mouth from her heat, he used his left thumb to apply pressure to her swollen nub as he pumped the middle finger of his right in a slow sensual rhythm meant to drive her closer to the edge.
The pleasure on her face filled his heart with pride.
With her eyes closed tight, she moaned, her hips rocking in time with his finger. “Marcus.” She panted, “I need—”
“I know exactly what you need, mon amour. I’ll get you there.”
Cassidy moaned, her breath coming in ragged gasps “Well, hurry up. My body’s wound so tight I might shatter.” She fisted both of her hands in his hair, holding him in place, and thrust her hips fast as if making her point.
If she wanted faster, he’d give her faster. He added a second finger, and increased his rhythm, stroking her clit in time with the thrusts.
“Marcus!” Her fingers curled, digging her nails into his scalp. When she bucked so hard his teeth ground into his lips, he gripped her hip and pinned her to the bed.
Cassidy’s body tensed, her inner muscles gripping his fingers hard. She was on the edge and just needed a little push to send her over.
Pinching her clitoris, he pulled his fingers free and stabbed his tongue deep.
She squeaked, nearly coming off the bed, but he tightened his hold and held her fast.
He feasted like a starving man, working her into a frenzy. Her body quivered and writhed more and more. He pushed his fingers in again and closed his teeth on her clit.
Cassidy bucked hard and screamed his name as she came on his tongue. His wolf howled in triumph. God, he loved hearing his name on her lips.
He stroked her gently, easing her down from the explosive orgasm. Then he licked his lips clean and prowled up her body to claim her mouth. “Was that fast enough, mon amour?”
“Oh, my God. Now I know what the fuss is all about. That… That was… incredible.”
He grinned at her flushed face and bright eyes until her words registered. “What? You’ve never had oral sex before?” Cassidy blushed bright red and glanced away. She was avoiding his gaze.
“No. I’ve had oral sex.”
He frowned. “You lost me.”
She sighed and murmured, “I’ve never felt such intense sensations before.”
That’s when it clicked. “You’ve never had an orgasm?” Then he lifted her chin, waited for her to look at him, and grinned. “I’m the man.”
She smiled a small, shy smile and chuckled. “Yes, you are. Would you like to beat your chest now?”
Grinning from ear to ear, Marcus smoothed her hair from her face. “Naw, I’m good. Just looking at you is enough. You’re beautiful when you come apart for me.”
“Stop it. You’re embarrassing me.”
Still grinning, he kissed the tip of her nose. “I can’t help but tell the truth to a woman who can hear a lie.”
Still breathing hard, she grinned back. “True. It’s always best to tell the truth around me.”
When he started kissing her neck, she tipped her head for him. “What are you doing? I can’t move, and you’re getting frisky again.” It was a breathless complaint.
Marcus reached for the bedside table and grabbed a small foil square. Then he kissed her long and deep before settling between her well pleasured and boneless, spread legs. Rising to his knees, he ran his gaze over her body. “I’m not nearly done with you yet.”
Her inquisitive gaze watched his every move as he slowly stroked himself, ripped the foil with his teeth, and rolled the condom on.
Marcus’s wolf rumbled, ready to ravish its mate. Calm down. We need to go slow and show her what she means to us.
His wolf pulled back and whined but behaved himself.
Taking his length in hand, he positioned the tip at her entrance. Then eased his body down to cover hers.
Her blue eyes closed, and her breath grew harsh against his face. “Cassidy, look at me.”
Slowly, she opened one eye.
“Are you okay? I can smell your fear. If you changed your mind, we can do this another time.”
“No—no, I want this,” she stuttered, but he still wasn’t sure he believed her.
As he studied her face, the fear faded. Okay, maybe she was telling the truth. Pressing his lips to hers, he swept his tongue inside as he pushed into her tight heat.
“Marcus, please.”
“We’re almost there, baby. Try to relax. I don’t want to hurt you.” When he felt her stiffness subside, he thrust forward and froze. His wolf yelped.
Cassidy stiffened again, sucking in a sharp pain-filled gasp.
Oh God! Suddenly, Marcus understood her incomprehensible lack of experience and tightness. How the hell did a woman, as attractive as Cassidy, reach the age of what… twenty-five… still a virgin?
He gently pulled back, needing to see her eyes but they were squeezed shut. She was biting her lip, her forehead deeply creased.
“Mon amour? Look at me.”
Ever so slowly, her lids fluttered open.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I was afraid you’d change your mind.”
“Lord have mercy, woman. I was half-crazed to have you. I wouldn’t have turned you away, but I would have taken more care.”
She glanced away but not before he saw the hurt, disappointed look smother the heat in her eyes. “Does that mean you’re going to stop now?”
“Not even close. I’m going to make this a night to remember.”
Her gaze jumped back to his, the fire rekindled in her eyes. Wiggling in a way he knew wasn’t a deliberate enticement on her part, she asked, “Really?”
Marcus’s mind blanked for an instant when her inner muscles squeezed him. “Really,” he said on a harsh exhale. “I need you to relax, baby. You’re choking my cock.”
“Oh! Sorry. As you now know, I have no idea what I’m doing.”
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ng a deep breath when the pressure eased, he kissed her until his head spun again. “The fact that no other man has had you makes me incredibly happy, sweetheart. I will forever be the only man who knows the joy of your body. Without realizing it, you’ve given me an incredible gift. Thank you.”
Cassidy didn’t respond, but she didn’t have to. He’d said what he wanted to say. What was in his heart. And the pink flush across her cheeks was answer enough.
Marcus began to pull back and stopped short. “God bless it.”
Cassidy stiffened. “What’s wrong now?”
“Nothing. I just need to give your body a minute longer. I know it’s hard, but try to relax totally for me.” He began kissing her again until she was languid beneath him.
He began to pull out again and paused. His mate was stretched tight around him, but she was worth the wait. Another minute and he started an unhurried glide, encouraging her muscles to relax and accommodate his size.
Teeth clenched and breathing hard he managed to say, “Wrap your legs around my hips, mon amour.”
Clutching his shoulders, she did as he asked.
His head swam as her inner muscles clamped around him tightly. But he managed to sink a little deeper.
Pulling halfway out, he slid back into her silken heat, using slow, gentle strokes a little deeper each time. He needed to rebuild her frantic need until she was pleading for release. She was heaven. Absolute, chubby cherubs in diapers with wings, heaven.
As promised, he began to make slow, sweet love to her. A slow glide in and an equally slow retreat. All the while, mindful of her pleasure. Long deep strokes, until his pelvic bone pressed her clit for that little added zing.
Her lips parted, lashes fluttered, as soft pleasured sounds escaped her throat. After a couple of minutes, her hips rocked, urging him to pick up the pace.
“I… need faster,” Cassidy directed, albeit shyly.
“Whatever you want, princess.” He gripped her hip, angling her just so. Then he began to move.
She gasped when he drove deeper than before and nudged her womb.
