It’s then I move the flimsy material aside, feeling the satin of her skin for the first time. Our foreplay has already excited her, my fingers doing their job ramps up her arousal. Soft moans are coming out of her mouth, but I doubt she knows she’s making them. Reading the signs, feeling her skin rippling, her thigh muscles trying to strangle my hand, I know she’s close.
Twisting my hand, I leave my thumb on her clit, and slip a finger inside her, when she pushes against me, I add another, then curl them around. When I reach the right spot an almost indescribable sound reaches my ears, a cross between a surprised squeak and a gasp. Fuck, the power I feel. I’m the first man who’s done this to her.
It doesn’t take long. Now her moans turn to keening, so I apply more pressure, her muscles tense more, she takes in a breath and holds it, then tries to curl her body up as she comes with a scream.
I keep rubbing that clit, trying to extend her first orgasm given by a man. Then when an evasive twitch tells me she’s had enough and has become too sensitive, I remove my hand, bring it triumphantly to my mouth, and lick her sweet cream off my fingers.
Breathing heavily, she watches, her eyes once again showing her surprise as I lick each digit clean.
Chapter 38
Mariana
As I watch him licking his fingers, relishing the taste of me as though nothing could be sweeter, I feel my heart rate returning to normal, and a giggle escapes my mouth. Then, suddenly, I’m laughing. I throw my head back as my whole body shakes with mirth.
“Well, that’s unusual,” he grins down. “Not had that reaction before.” My laughter must be infectious, as he’s laughing too.
“It’s just… it’s….” I can barely speak. “When I came to your room, I didn’t expect this. Didn’t want it. Didn’t think you’d…”
He rears back. “You didn’t think I wanted you?”
Quickly I shake my head. “I thought you might want sex, but what you’ve done, given, not taken. It’s more than that.”
“I’m glad you know the difference. I’m in the middle of making love to my wife.” He’s gone serious, though his lips still curve slightly.
I shudder in nervous anticipation. “In the middle of…?”
He shrugs. “We can stop if you like.”
I can still feel his hardness against my thigh. If we stop now… “But you?”
He places a kiss against my forehead. “I’ll live. I’ll take care of it in the shower. You come first, sweetheart.”
He makes me feel confident enough to joke, “I think I just did.”
“Minx.”
While we’ve been talking, he’s moved his hand down, circling his fingers over my clit once more. I’d been about to ask how he could expect to arouse me again, when I have my answer.
“I want to taste you,” he whispers against my ear. What can I do but give my permission?
Intrigued to know what he’s going to do, I watch as he slides down the bed and expertly removes my panties. He’s brought me nothing but pleasure. While there’s still a niggling doubt in my mind, I’d be crazy to stop him now. Although his dick must be straining against his zipper, he’s still got his jeans on. He’s showing no sign of just taking anything that I saw the women being forced to do. And, I remind myself, I could have sent him off for a cold lonely shower. I’d have been crazy to.
He’s gazing at me, his broad shoulders stopping me from closing my thighs, even though I’m embarrassed when I see where he’s so intently staring.
“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” he repeats.
I’m not expecting him to do what he does next. He puts his mouth on me. There. Sweeping his tongue inside. As I feel him lapping, the sensations make my toes curl and my hands fist. This is a different feeling to his fingers. The soft glide of his tongue from my slit to my clit, so arousing. I even feel a gush of excitement, which strikes me I’m making the bed wet, but that seems to be the last thing on his mind, and then on mine, when he makes a dual assault on my clit while his fingers reach inside.
Oh, Oh. I didn’t think I could come again. But he’s, he’s… My stomach clenches, I clutch at the sheets with both hands. My thighs tighten, I try to relax them, afraid I’m hurting his head, but I’m beyond conscious control as my body, played so expertly by him, does as its master commands. I can’t hold back my scream, my head comes off the bed as the strongest waves of pleasure wash over me.
This time, when I come down, he’s already moved up the bed. A smirk on his face which glistens with my moisture. Then his lips crash down on mine, forcing me to taste myself on his mouth. I didn’t expect to like it. The salty taste, though, seems to spark another chain reaction, and though I thought I was spent, my clit tingles again.
Wary of committing myself, when he pulls away I rasp, “I want to see you.”
“Yeah?” Not waiting for another invitation, he stands, undoes his belt, sliding it through the loops with a hiss, then undoing his button. Putting a hand inside, he slowly and carefully lowers the zip, and I soon see why he’s being careful. He’s gone commando. As soon as it’s freed, a long, thick cock bounces out.
My hand snakes out of its own accord. When my brain catches up, I know I want to touch him, to discover what it would feel like in my hand.
But he steps back and waggles his finger. “You said you wanted to see me, not touch.”
The mock expression of shock on his face makes me giggle again.
“Laughing at my cock now, are you?”
The smirk that accompanies his words has me snorting with laughter. As I cover my mouth with my hand, I realise I didn’t expect sex would be fun. No, not sex. Making love.
“It’s funny, is it?” He stalks me, putting first one knee then the other on the bed. “I’ll give you something to laugh about.” His hands glide over me, my body so responsive he leaves goose bumps in their wake, until his fingers dig in to that place under my ribs.
I squeal, and try to push him off. My body arches up allowing me to see his cock in all its glory, with its… “What the…?” He kneels over me, his cock just above my groin. If I was weakening, thinking of letting him put that thing inside me, now I’m definitely having second thoughts.
He looks down as if he’s only just noticed. “It’s an Apadravya,” he explains. “I swear it won’t hurt you, just heighten your pleasure.” As though to emphasise the point, he rubs it over my clit. I jump at the renewed assault on that bundle of nerves. Seeing my reaction, he continues to work his dick over the nub. My back arches, and my breathing speeds up, the piercing on the glans of his cock forgotten.
One hand still holding his cock, working it over my clit, he reaches over and snatches up a condom, using his teeth to tear open the packet, then he’s covering himself in latex. I watch transfixed.
With his eyes firmly fixed on mine, he draws my uninjured leg up so it’s bent at the knee, and falling open to the side. Then he very carefully tries to do the same to the other, watching my face for the moment it starts paining me. Then he stops. He’s managed to create a lop-sided cradle for himself.
I don’t move as he repositions himself, and I feel the head of his cock putting a gentle pressure against my slit.
“Tell me to stop. Tell me you don’t want this.”
“Don’t hurt me,” I say, at the same time squirming as though my body knows what it wants, my head’s just not quite caught up.
“Look at me, Mariana. The last thing I want to do is to hurt you. Something you don’t know about me—I don’t fuck when it doesn’t mean anything. And here, now, loving you means the world to me. I love you. Hear me? I love you. I’m serious about us. I want the whole thing. You’re my wife.” He pauses for a moment.
I don’t know what to say, scared about the unknown, and that he could easily overpower me, do what he wants.
“Tell me to stop. Tell me what you want, Mariana.” As he talks, I can feel his cock pressing against me, and my body automatically tries to bear down.
As though the f
loodgates have opened, emotions wash through my head, from my brain to my hands which reach out for him. Allowing, permitting, me to believe this future really could be mine if I’m brave enough to take it. To admit to loving this man as I know I have for so long. An unlikely relationship, two lost souls. Mine called to his as his to mine.
“I want you. I want this. I, I love you, Tse.”
His eyes close and open, the creases disappear from his brow. His gaze now fixed on mine, he presses the head in and retreats, “You want this, eh? You want my cock?”
He’s teasing me. I can feel my vagina muscles clenching, as if they’re trying to guide him in. “I want you,” I repeat breathlessly.
“You want my cock?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
“You want this?” He teases again, the pressure that’s there and then not.
“I want your cock!” I scream.
It’s the incentive he wants. This time he doesn’t torment, just proceeds to make ground. I’m being stretched in ways I never have before. It stings, burns, but when I look at the man above me with such an intense look on his face, his teeth gritted as though he’s holding himself back, I try to relax and allow him in.
He advances, retreats, gradually conquering me, I swear I can feel that piercing over the spot he’d found with his fingers, the one that had sent me off like a rocket launched into space. One final push, then he stops moving.
“You’ve taken all of me.” He looks pleased, proud, and tense all at the same time. “You okay?”
I’m full of my man. Shyly I nod.
He leans forward, giving me a gentle kiss. “Gonna make love to you now.”
I know he’s holding himself back, trying to make my first time good. As my discomfort fades, I find I want more. Automatically lifting my good leg and putting it around him, gasping as it allows him to go deeper. What experience have I of cocks? None at all. But I suspect that piercing, as he suggested, is adding to my pleasure. Surely it can’t always be this good?
I thought he’d shown me what orgasms could be like. I’d been wrong. As I writhe with frustration, wanting a little more stimulation, he intuitively knows, reaching his hand down between us and pinching my clit.
I see stars, planets. The whole heavens in a burst of blinding light. Only just aware of his roar, his short pumps, as he empties himself into the condom.
I swear I lose consciousness for a moment. When I come back to myself, my body’s throbbing in all sorts of delicious ways I’ve never experienced. I’m tingling, I feel weak, and my lungs are heaving as though I’ve just run a race. As his softening cock slips out of me, he holds the condom in place, then ties and discards it in a trash can by the side of the bed.
When he gets up and leaves me, I feel empty, wondering what I do now. But he’s quickly back by my side carrying a damp cloth. I go to move, but he fixes me with his eyes, and gently wipes the evidence of our lovemaking away. Then he’s back, lying next to me, and I’m in his arms, enclosed in a blanket of security and love. I’ve a feeling that I’ve come home, and that this is where I’m meant to be. There and then I decide I never want to be anywhere else.
“I’m married,” I say, my voice full of wonder. After the courthouse, I’d felt trapped, now I feel content, at peace with myself.
“We are,” he corrects. “We’re in this together, partners now, Mariana. Okay, so we’ve got a lot to find out about each other, but we’ve got a lifetime to learn that shit. What I do know is we were meant to be together. Hey, in time, maybe we’ll throw a kid or two into the mix.” As I freeze, he looks puzzled. “What’s the matter?”
“I don’t want kids.”
“Oh? Why not?” He doesn’t sound angry or upset, just interested to hear my reasoning.
I take a second to pull my thoughts together. “Well, first there’s the issue of me having returned to the country illegally. Even if there’s a way around that, and my DACA status is given back to me, I’m still considered illegal. Getting a green card may not be easy. And even that’s just a temporary fix, it doesn’t give me long-term rights. If I get that, we need to be married a couple of years before I can apply for permanent residency. Nothing’s guaranteed, Tse. We’ll have to prove this marriage is genuine and even then they could change the rules.”
“Wouldn’t having a baby prove we’re serious? Shows we’ve consummated the marriage at least.”
I reach for his hand and hold it. “Tse, I can’t even think of it. I’ve already gone through hell thinking I was separated from my brother. What would it be like with a baby? At least Drew was old enough to look after himself if he had to. A baby would be helpless. Then he or she would be looked on as an anchor baby, people would say I purposefully had a child to try to stay here. Just think. What if I was deported? I know I wouldn’t want to be separated from my child. What if you didn’t either? You could fight me for custody, and as the child would be a US citizen, have a good chance of winning. Perhaps that would be the best outcome, being deported is bad enough, but to be in a strange country with the responsibility of a child?” I shudder just thinking about it.
He sits up, propping himself on one elbow, turning my head to face him. “Mariana. Look at me, listen to me. I’ve married you, more than that, I’ve claimed you. You are mine. Should you fail to get residency, should you be deported, you will not be on your own. Do you understand me? I will come with you. Wherever you go.”
My brow furrows, unable to understand what he’s telling me. “You’d leave your brothers? The Satan’s Devils? All that you love?”
“I love you, Mariana.” He raises my hand wearing his ring and kisses it. “You and me against the world.” He’s so intense, it’s not hard to believe him. His dark eyes shine down as he makes me one more promise. “You’re not alone, Mariana. You’ll never be alone again.”
Chapter 39
Mouse
I’d made promises in the dead of the night and I meant every one of them. At first it had been a sexual attraction, then the more I learned about the life Mariana had to live, how she coped with it, how she looked after her brother, even though we were parted, my respect, my admiration for her had grown. Slowly turning into a deeper emotion, I’d spoken the truth, I’d spent far too much time unable to see her, I never want to be parted from her again.
She’s still sleeping, I dredge through the facts in my head, joining dots, analysing data, thinking of all the things that can be done. She’s lived with the fear of deportation all her life. Now there’s a real threat to her person, her father is still on the loose, and he’s intent on killing her and kidnapping Drew. Surely no judge would send her back to Colombia? But if they did, she wouldn’t be going alone.
I knew she’d fit in my arms, and making love to her? That had exceeded my expectations. Maybe knowing I was the first man to touch her so intimately, but my possessive, protective instincts had been roused. She’s mine. Forever.
She starts to stir, I watch her as she comes to, a yawn, her legs stretching out, her feet finding mine. A little startled expression as she remembers she’s in my bed, waking up with a man for the first time.
“Good mornin’.” I’m smiling, she’s so adorable half asleep.
When I hold out my arms she comes into them, waking up fast when my morning wood meets the softness of her belly.
“Ignore it,” I say softly. “After last night, you’ll be too sore.”
She grins cheekily, and her hand moves down, and touches my cock, her tiny hand trying to surround it. I groan, my head going back. As she squeezes gently, I can’t resist, covering her fingers with my own, showing her the pressure and rhythm I like, my other hand reaching between us and rubbing her clit.
Now it’s her turn to moan.
Fuck, it feels good, her jerking me off, her face starting to contort with her own pleasure. I’m close, so’s she…
The door’s flung open. “Mouse…” Drew’s excited exclamation comes to an abrupt halt. Luckily the sheet’s covering both
of us, but our closeness, our expressions must give us away.
“Er, I’ll come back later.” He backs out of the door.
My now limp dick falls out of her hand, Mariana moves to the other side of the bed. I look at her, she at me, then suddenly we both laugh.
“I’m fuckin’ lockin’ the door next time,” I growl.
“Do you think we’ve damaged him for life?” she asks, quite seriously.
Hell no. I don’t tell her, but he’s probably seen far worse in the clubhouse. I settle for, “Nah, he just didn’t expect to walk in on us like that. Poor kid’s probably embarrassed.”
“He’s embarrassed?” Her eyes open wide. “I’m mortified.”
I kiss her, then slide my legs over the bed. “I’ll have a quick shower, then get dressed, go see what he wants.”
We end up showering together. Which means it’s an hour or more before we’re ready to go down to the clubhouse. Turns out Drew didn’t want us for anything life or death. The room’s abuzz with the news Horse is making his annual trip to the States and will be arriving next week, and Blade’s suggested the talented airbrush artist would paint a design on the hood of Drew’s car. I raise my eyebrows and shake my head in Blade’s direction when Drew tells me. Unapologetically he grins and shrugs. Drew’s car’s only one step away from the scrap heap as far as I’m concerned. But boys will be boys, and who am I to censure him for wanting to customise it? I ride a Harley with all manner of shit on it myself.
Sophie’s in her element, another British person to speak to. Horse has been coming here for years, one time he turned up with her in tow as she needed protection. She stayed when she met Wraith, and married our VP. Hmm. They must have been through the green card shit. Maybe they’d know a thing or two and could give us some advice.
As brothers and old ladies mill around, and Mariana’s sitting with Drew trying to tell him a skull on his car wouldn’t be appropriate, I’m pleased to see how she seems to be settling in here. When I see Sophie join them, I smile. Mariana’s probably never had friends before, she’d always been afraid to let anyone in.
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