“I could die happy, Trinity. Right now. Inside you.”
I smiled and held him closer, running my shaking fingers through his hair as my pussy continued to pulse and twitch around his length. Happy that he didn’t appear any worse for wear for the energy I’d felt pouring from him. That he’d found pleasure as well. And that for the first time in months, I wasn’t about to crawl out of my skin with need.
That was his first orgasm, the first sexual pleasure he’d ever felt. And he’d found it with me. Inside me. Because of me. I wondered if we were truly more than just Ardor and a male’s awakening, if this intense chemistry would lead us to something more.
If I was ruined for all other men.
Yeah, I totally was.
I had no idea how long we remained locked together, unmoving. Savoring. It had been so incredible, I didn’t want him to pull away. Or out of me. Our skin was sweaty, our breaths ragged. Eventually, our muscles relaxed, our grips loosened, but Leo still kept me pinned to the wall. As if we were anchored together and if separated, we might fall.
He lifted his head, looked at me. For the first time, I saw that his dark eyes were no longer plagued. There was a contentment, a softness to them.
“Hi,” I whispered.
The corner of his mouth tipped up. “Hello, mat
e. That was… incredible.”
“So good,” I agreed.
“If you think that was good, just wait until I have you in a bed. Naked. With hours to test all the forms I learned in training.”
“Training?”
His grin made my entire body break out in goose bumps. “Oh, yes, mate. Every male on Alera has weeks of classes on how to pleasure our mate. Centuries of learning handed down from generation to generation. And I cannot wait to test every single one of them on you.”
Oh yeah, that sounded like a good idea. My pussy was soooo ready for round two. “Okay.”
He smiled fully then and… wow. It was the first time I’d seen him smile, seen the full impact of him.
I was devastated by his looks. Eyes that didn’t blaze with fury, but with heat and simple satisfaction. A nose that had a slight crook and had been broken and hadn’t been healed by one of those wand thingies. A square jaw with dark whiskers. I envisioned him with a beard, but a better thought popped into my head. Him between my thighs, that scruff against my tender skin as he used his wicked, wicked tongue...
“That can be arranged.”
Without any effort, he turned and carried me to the bed, lowered me to it.
He stood before me, tall and proud, and I took him in, legs parted, hand gripping the base of his cock. He’d only opened his pants enough to get his cock free to fuck and now the material was bunched around his hips. But his cock… it was huge. And still rock hard. He’d just come not three minutes earlier and he was still ready.
Did I say huge? Like porn star big. No wonder I’d whimpered when he thrust up into me. My inner walls, now empty, clenched with eagerness for more.
But, he’d been a virgin and no doubt had plenty of pent-up need to still be so hard. With his grip about the base, there were inches… inches of the shaft above it. Glistening with my arousal, proof I’d been as eager for him as I’d said. It was a ruddy plum color, thick veins bulging along the length, as if it had a vital, never-ending supply of blood to keep it hard. The tip was flared, broad and fluid seeped from the tip as if he’d never stopped coming.
His balls hung large and heavy, a blatant sign of his virility, of all the seed he had to give me. Of the amount of it that slipped from my pussy even now.
“You’re in bed, mate. Time to get naked,” he said, his tone laced with command.
He expected me to strip for him as he watched, stroked himself.
Totally worked for me. While I’d come—and come hard—my Ardor had been soothed slightly, but not completely. Otherwise, I’d be unconscious right now after an orgasm of that magnitude.
In our haste to fuck, I’d somehow tangled my jeans around my left sneaker, so I reached down and worked it all off, let them fall to the floor. Coming up onto my knees on the bed, I tugged the remains of my t-shirt off, reached back and removed my bra, tossed it over his shoulder.
I’d never seen such an appreciative gaze from a man before. He looked at me reverently, yet full of sexual heat. Completely lacking in modesty, as if he wanted me to watch him. Needed my attention. His fist stroked him harder, faster and his hips bucked once.
He came with a caveman grunt, a thick spurt of his cum arced and landed on my thighs.
“Goddess save me,” he said as he knelt there and rubbed his seed into my skin. It wasn’t sticky like a human man’s, more like massage oil. The indescribable scent filled my head and I leaned back, arching into his gentle touch, wanting more. Wanting it all over me.