by Shea Balik
Softly, he kissed his mate on the lips as his fingers gently touched Harper’s crack. He didn’t do more than that, just let Harper get used to his touch on his body. Not until the tension that had gripped Harper relaxed, did Kirill move along his mate’s crack to his pucker.
With soft strokes, he massaged the muscles guarding Harper’s entrance until he could slip his finger inside. His eyes rolled back at the exquisite tightness of his mate’s channel.
“Kirill,” Harper whined. “More. I need more.” Even as he said the words, his mate thrust down to force his finger deeper into his body.
Giving his mate what he asked for, Kirill added a second digit beside the first and worked to open the muscles up. Kirill’s cock throbbed as precum leaked heavily from the tip. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself as far into his mate’s body as possible but he wasn’t going to hurt Harper by rushing.
For as long as Harper needed, Kirill would let his mate lead the show. He knew it wouldn’t always be that way. His mate was quite determined to find a way to keep the memories of the past from affecting his life. It would take time, but Kirill would gladly wait the rest of their lives if that’s what Harper needed.
His mate was everything to him.
Suddenly Harper moved off Kirill’s fingers and wrapped his hand around the base of Kirill’s cock to line his stretched hole with the head. Then Kirill was soaring as all that tight heat encased his shaft. His hands went to Harper’s waist, holding his mate still as Kirill desperately tried to gain a modicum of control over his body before he did something stupid like push Harper to the table and rut into his body like an animal.
“Please Kirill,” Harper whimpered even as his body tried to move up and down on his dick.
Kirill’s hands opened and closed on Harper’s hips as he tried to clear his head, but his mate still managed to writhe against him. Kirill was lost to the beautiful sight of his mate riding him.
Need coursed through his veins like hot lava and Kirill couldn’t stop himself from lifting Harper’s body up before slamming him back down on his cock. When his mate’s head lolled back on shoulders with a cry of satisfaction, Kirill continued to bounce his mate up and down on his lap.
He was sure he was leaving bruises on Harper’s hips but Kirill just couldn’t stop. All he knew was the need to come inside his mate’s tight ass. Sure enough, just as the thought entered his head, Kirill’s balls drew up close to his body.
Tingling in the base of his spine zipped up and down his body and Kirill knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold off any longer. “Harper, I’m close.”
But his mate was already crying out Kirill’s name, his dick painting Kirill’s abdomen with white pearly fluid. Harper’s channel clamped down hard on Kirill, yanking his orgasm from his body. Slamming Harper’s body down once more as Kirill punched his hips upward, Kirill’s cock erupted filling his mate with his seed.
White spots formed in Kirill’s vision as Harper collapsed against his chest. They both were panting as they tried to catch their breath.
“I love you,” Harper whispered.
“I love you too, my petal,” Kirill whispered back adding a kiss to the side of Harper’s head. And he did.
“I never imagined that I would actually find the man of dreams.” Harper sat up and they both moaned when that movement caused Kirill’s dick to shift in his mate’s channel. “Thank you for being so patient and kind.” Harper leaned in and gave him a gentle kiss.
Kirill was just happy his mate was finding a way to deal with his past. “It’s my pleasure, Harper. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”
Life wouldn’t be easy with everything Harper had been through. But Kirill firmly believed so long as they were together there was nothing they couldn’t overcome. It still amazed him just how much Harper had managed to survive already and still be the sweet, funny man he was.
Solemn brown eyes stared at him. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you either. I want you to know that.”
Kirill cupped the side of Harper’s face with one of his hands and drew him close until their lips were only a whisper apart. “I know, my petal.”
And he did. Harper was the bravest man he’d ever known. How else would a sweet petal be able to bring a polar bear to his knees?
