“You better tell me, if I’m gonna know how to respect your boundaries,” I growl. “Otherwise I’ll have to interpret them for myself.” I slide my hand up the back of her shirt and she gasps.
“Tell me, Maya.”
“Your hands. On my body,” she rushes out, her cheeks are an adorable shade of pink.
“Oh, god,” I groan. “You’re killing me. You realize that?”
She gives a coquettish smile. Then she shuffles around so she’s straddling me. Her pussy presses right against my swollen cock. I can feel the moist heat of her core, smell her honeysuckle scent.
Fucking annihilated.
How am I going to rein my animal back in now?
She’s my mate, I remind myself. The first time has to be perfect.
I fix her with a stern look. “You can’t change your mind later, you know? You start begging for my cock, it’ll be too late.”
I’m full of shit. She ever begs for my cock, I’ll give it to her until the damn thing drops off.
But I want her to understand what she’s getting into. What it costs a wolf when his mate wants him to kiss her and nothing more.
She looks a little shocked, but she adjusts herself on my lap, like she’s trying to feel me out. The friction sends a bolt of red-hot need through my dick.
“Even if you go doing things like that,” I growl.
I take her silky, blonde head in my hands and I possess her sweet mouth again. She’s so soft, pliant. I plunge my tongue in deep, feel the velvet of her own tongue. She’s innocent, but enthusiastic, and it’s a beautiful thing to experience.
She loops her arms around my neck and presses herself closer to me. I cup her lovely round ass in both hands, tugging her in, then my hands ride up, beneath the thin fabric of her tank top. When I reach her bra, unfastening the clasp is a reflex action. It’s a flimsy little thing. It slides right off her, with no shoulder straps. I draw back from our kiss, ease her back on my lap and take in the sight of her tits, teasing me through the skimpy white tank top. Her nipples stand out, two hard little pebbles, and I can just make out the darker shade of her areolas.
Taking hold of the straps of her shirt, I ease them off her shoulders and slide the whole thing down, until her bare breasts are revealed.
What a goddamn feast for my eyes. Tender pink nipples, hard with need, on top of perfect, round tits. Reverently, I lower my head and take the right one into my mouth.
The second my tongue makes contact with her hard little bud, she unleashes a wild cry. Christ, she’s sensitive.
“Forge,” she mutters.
“What, honey?” I rasp.
“Don’t stop.”
“Wasn’t going to,” I say and I lash my tongue against her nipple. She’s full of sighs and groans of appreciation. She grips my head in her small hands, moving me from left to right and back again. And all the time, her hips keep up a sweet frantic rhythm. She’s driving me to distraction. It’s more than a man can be expected to take.
I unzip her jeans and slide my hand in. Even the outside of those bright pink panties is soaking wet. I cup her little pussy, rub my thumb against her clit.
She gives another wild moan. “Please, Forge.”
I smile to myself. “Please, what?”
“Please touch me there.”
“Where?” It’s a wicked game, but it’s too much fun.
“Please touch my…my pussy. I need your fingers inside me.”
My breath comes out in a rush. She’s too fucking hot.
I shove her drenched panties out the way and touch my angel’s bare pussy for the first time. A soft, soft wisp of hair and the sweetest, slipperiest folds.