body.
His staff filled her grasp. She rubbed the head back and forth in her folds, quivering with each stroke.
His penis head caught in her opening, and she stopped. He grasped her hip, stilling her. “Have you done this before?”
She had, with one of the neighbor’s sons. They had been curious, and one thing led to another. This was different, though. This was passion and desire, not simple curiosity.
“I have.” She wiggled her hips, letting his width stretch her opening. Wetness slipped from her core, coating his head and part of her hand.
A deep primal moan escaped him.
With a quick press of her hips, she slid down his length, seating herself in his lap. She sucked in a startled breath. She trailed her fingers down to where his peg stretched her wide open. Slick soft flesh pouted out around his stiffness. They were joined.
Her chest tightened. He filled her. The memory of her nightmares flooded her. She wanted it all. Each stroke the scandalous dreams promised. Each touch she craved.
His fingers wrapped around her hip and slid to her stomach. His breathing labored in her ear. “You had the first move. The rest are mine.” He rolled her onto her stomach, her face against the cotton sheet. She splayed her arms out to brace herself.
His hands slipped to her buttocks and gripped in a searing touch. He groaned, then slowly he pulled his phallus back.
Every movement sent pleasure through her body. She arched and curled her toes.
His stroked slowly. Exquisite torture. She arched her back and thrust her hips up to meet him.
His fingertips dug into the flesh of her bottom, and he pulled her cheeks apart. Heat and tingling shot to where his prick spread her wide. He watched. She knew he watched them join. She wanted to see that too. To watch him disappear into her and reemerge all wet and glistening. She gripped him with her insides with a rhythmic pulsing.
His body jerked. “No.” The word sounded a curse. He throbbed inside her, and warm wetness filled her womb.
His hand released her bottom and sat on the small of her back. He did not move. “You did not find your pleasure.” His deep and passion-filled voice came from behind her.
She said nothing, but her body hummed and quivered about him in need.
He slowly pulled out. Her parts quivered, wet and empty. She rolled onto her side, and he lay on the bed facing her. He wrapped his arms around her. She squirmed against him, wanting more of his touch.
After a few moments had passed, he asked, “Are you feeling better?” His fingers traced her face and tucked locks of her hair behind her ear.
Was she? She stared at his strong chin and high cheekbones. His lips formed a slightly open straight line. Calm radiated in his eyes. He cared for her well-being. Truly cared. Her core warmed, and tears wet her eyes. “Quite so.”
He trailed his hand down her cheek to her chin and stilled. He leaned in and pressed his lips softly to hers, then pulled back. “Transition.”
Transition. Such a scientific term for the sensations coursing through her body. She snagged her lower lip in her teeth. No. It was more than physiology. Yesterday, she’d hated this man. Even earlier today. But everything changed. Her family… Her safety… Her view of the world. Her new strength and abilities came from him, his bite, their joining. She needed him. How could that be?
“This has been different than Celeste’s transition. I should have expected ours to be, but we had no idea. I had no idea. We are so different. You are stronger than I, both with your element and as a human, where Jordan is stronger than Celeste.”
She continued to stare at him. Nothing he said made sense to her. Only this. Being here with him called to her soul.
Her entire body tingled with exhilaration. Strength? No. Women were not the strong ones.
Though a confidence rippled through her that she had not had even a few hours before. Determination wrapped around her. An undeniable knowledge of what was
His staff filled her grasp. She rubbed the head back and forth in her folds, quivering with each stroke.
His penis head caught in her opening, and she stopped. He grasped her hip, stilling her. “Have you done this before?”
She had, with one of the neighbor’s sons. They had been curious, and one thing led to another. This was different, though. This was passion and desire, not simple curiosity.
“I have.” She wiggled her hips, letting his width stretch her opening. Wetness slipped from her core, coating his head and part of her hand.
A deep primal moan escaped him.
With a quick press of her hips, she slid down his length, seating herself in his lap. She sucked in a startled breath. She trailed her fingers down to where his peg stretched her wide open. Slick soft flesh pouted out around his stiffness. They were joined.
Her chest tightened. He filled her. The memory of her nightmares flooded her. She wanted it all. Each stroke the scandalous dreams promised. Each touch she craved.
His fingers wrapped around her hip and slid to her stomach. His breathing labored in her ear. “You had the first move. The rest are mine.” He rolled her onto her stomach, her face against the cotton sheet. She splayed her arms out to brace herself.
His hands slipped to her buttocks and gripped in a searing touch. He groaned, then slowly he pulled his phallus back.
Every movement sent pleasure through her body. She arched and curled her toes.
His stroked slowly. Exquisite torture. She arched her back and thrust her hips up to meet him.
His fingertips dug into the flesh of her bottom, and he pulled her cheeks apart. Heat and tingling shot to where his prick spread her wide. He watched. She knew he watched them join. She wanted to see that too. To watch him disappear into her and reemerge all wet and glistening. She gripped him with her insides with a rhythmic pulsing.
His body jerked. “No.” The word sounded a curse. He throbbed inside her, and warm wetness filled her womb.
His hand released her bottom and sat on the small of her back. He did not move. “You did not find your pleasure.” His deep and passion-filled voice came from behind her.
She said nothing, but her body hummed and quivered about him in need.
He slowly pulled out. Her parts quivered, wet and empty. She rolled onto her side, and he lay on the bed facing her. He wrapped his arms around her. She squirmed against him, wanting more of his touch.
After a few moments had passed, he asked, “Are you feeling better?” His fingers traced her face and tucked locks of her hair behind her ear.
Was she? She stared at his strong chin and high cheekbones. His lips formed a slightly open straight line. Calm radiated in his eyes. He cared for her well-being. Truly cared. Her core warmed, and tears wet her eyes. “Quite so.”
He trailed his hand down her cheek to her chin and stilled. He leaned in and pressed his lips softly to hers, then pulled back. “Transition.”
Transition. Such a scientific term for the sensations coursing through her body. She snagged her lower lip in her teeth. No. It was more than physiology. Yesterday, she’d hated this man. Even earlier today. But everything changed. Her family… Her safety… Her view of the world. Her new strength and abilities came from him, his bite, their joining. She needed him. How could that be?
“This has been different than Celeste’s transition. I should have expected ours to be, but we had no idea. I had no idea. We are so different. You are stronger than I, both with your element and as a human, where Jordan is stronger than Celeste.”
She continued to stare at him. Nothing he said made sense to her. Only this. Being here with him called to her soul.
Her entire body tingled with exhilaration. Strength? No. Women were not the strong ones.
Though a confidence rippled through her that she had not had even a few hours before. Determination wrapped around her. An undeniable knowledge of what was
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