shield, but
this was Roark, her mate. So Calder forced herself to relax. Her actions were
rewarded when his hand moved from her waist to the waistband of her jeans.
Mouths separated long enough for Roark to mumble more of his
magic words. Her pants disappeared as she expected along with her underwear, so
there was nothing to buffer the full impact of his intimate touch. Lighting
struck. She gasped for breath as a finger slowly circled over her clit. She was
wet with need as her hips followed his every movement.
“You’re like wet silk,” he said, keeping his touch light
even as he stroked her labia, gently circling her eager opening.
“Need you,” she panted, pushing her hips harder into his too
gentle strokes.
“No,” he argued, voice low and raspy as he watched his
fingers torture her. “Our first time will not be rough and rushed. I want to
take my time. To love you properly.”
Another finger teased her empty body and her control broke.
She didn’t give Roark time to react as she unsheathed her claws and ripped the
jeans from his body.
Calder offered up a quick prayer of thanks to the goddess
for his lack of underwear even as she moved to stroke and cup his large,
pulsing erection.
“Shit, Calder, wait, woman. I want to taste you, tongue-fuck
you. I’ll hurt you if you don’t come first.”
Holding his monster cock in her hand, she could see where he
was coming from. She couldn’t wrap her fingers around the width of him so Roark
probably had a point, but she wasn’t in the mood to wait for what he wanted.
Later she’d let him tongue her to orgasm, but now she wanted his cock deep
inside her.
“Make me come, then fuck me,” she ordered even as she rode
his fingers.
His touch, no longer light or teasing, stroked her swollen
clit. His calluses were rough, lending the right amount of painful pleasure to
his touch. She loved it. His hand picked up speed and her hips writhed to his
rhythm. Somehow he knew exactly where to touch and the exact pressure she
needed. The muscles in her thighs protested and her stomach clenched as her
body shattered. She cried out, convulsing around his fingers.
Her body still shook with the internal ripples of a truly
outstanding orgasm when Roark lifted her off him. She whimpered at the loss of
his fingers.
“Now, Calder,” Roark said, his voice low and raspy. In mere
seconds he was sheathed in a condom. He opened her completely with two fingers,
holding her open as he thrust inside, the movement fast and hard. He shoved in
to the hilt, so deep in her she could feel the hairs around his pubic bone
brush against the softness of her sensitive flesh.
“Roark!”
“Fuck, you’re tight. So sweet…ahh, don’t move.”
She couldn’t help it. She needed to move, had to move even
as her inner muscles clenched around the strong, thick column splitting her in
two.
Silently they watched each other, their breaths mingling as
easily as their bodies joined.
“Ready now?” His breath came fast while his pupils narrowed
down to small black pinpricks in a sea of green.
“Move,” she demanded, wrapping her legs around his waist,
determined to get him moving before her brain exploded. Just as the
contractions from her first orgasm started to fade, Roark moved, unhurriedly at
first. The leisurely drag of his swollen flesh pulling out sparked nerve
endings to life Calder never knew existed.
Gently he circled his hips, stretching her to accommodate
his larger than normal size. Then there were several shallow thrusts upward.
And Calder saw stars as he managed to reach some spot in her that had her body
bowing. Each following drive set off sparks of pleasure. His movements strung
out her contractions.
“Goddess, how responsive you are. That’s it, love, keep
squeezing me.”
She couldn’t do anything to stop her body from fighting to
keep his cock deep inside her. With every passing second the fireworks grew,
intensified as her breath sawed in and out, her heart pounded,
this was Roark, her mate. So Calder forced herself to relax. Her actions were
rewarded when his hand moved from her waist to the waistband of her jeans.
Mouths separated long enough for Roark to mumble more of his
magic words. Her pants disappeared as she expected along with her underwear, so
there was nothing to buffer the full impact of his intimate touch. Lighting
struck. She gasped for breath as a finger slowly circled over her clit. She was
wet with need as her hips followed his every movement.
“You’re like wet silk,” he said, keeping his touch light
even as he stroked her labia, gently circling her eager opening.
“Need you,” she panted, pushing her hips harder into his too
gentle strokes.
“No,” he argued, voice low and raspy as he watched his
fingers torture her. “Our first time will not be rough and rushed. I want to
take my time. To love you properly.”
Another finger teased her empty body and her control broke.
She didn’t give Roark time to react as she unsheathed her claws and ripped the
jeans from his body.
Calder offered up a quick prayer of thanks to the goddess
for his lack of underwear even as she moved to stroke and cup his large,
pulsing erection.
“Shit, Calder, wait, woman. I want to taste you, tongue-fuck
you. I’ll hurt you if you don’t come first.”
Holding his monster cock in her hand, she could see where he
was coming from. She couldn’t wrap her fingers around the width of him so Roark
probably had a point, but she wasn’t in the mood to wait for what he wanted.
Later she’d let him tongue her to orgasm, but now she wanted his cock deep
inside her.
“Make me come, then fuck me,” she ordered even as she rode
his fingers.
His touch, no longer light or teasing, stroked her swollen
clit. His calluses were rough, lending the right amount of painful pleasure to
his touch. She loved it. His hand picked up speed and her hips writhed to his
rhythm. Somehow he knew exactly where to touch and the exact pressure she
needed. The muscles in her thighs protested and her stomach clenched as her
body shattered. She cried out, convulsing around his fingers.
Her body still shook with the internal ripples of a truly
outstanding orgasm when Roark lifted her off him. She whimpered at the loss of
his fingers.
“Now, Calder,” Roark said, his voice low and raspy. In mere
seconds he was sheathed in a condom. He opened her completely with two fingers,
holding her open as he thrust inside, the movement fast and hard. He shoved in
to the hilt, so deep in her she could feel the hairs around his pubic bone
brush against the softness of her sensitive flesh.
“Roark!”
“Fuck, you’re tight. So sweet…ahh, don’t move.”
She couldn’t help it. She needed to move, had to move even
as her inner muscles clenched around the strong, thick column splitting her in
two.
Silently they watched each other, their breaths mingling as
easily as their bodies joined.
“Ready now?” His breath came fast while his pupils narrowed
down to small black pinpricks in a sea of green.
“Move,” she demanded, wrapping her legs around his waist,
determined to get him moving before her brain exploded. Just as the
contractions from her first orgasm started to fade, Roark moved, unhurriedly at
first. The leisurely drag of his swollen flesh pulling out sparked nerve
endings to life Calder never knew existed.
Gently he circled his hips, stretching her to accommodate
his larger than normal size. Then there were several shallow thrusts upward.
And Calder saw stars as he managed to reach some spot in her that had her body
bowing. Each following drive set off sparks of pleasure. His movements strung
out her contractions.
“Goddess, how responsive you are. That’s it, love, keep
squeezing me.”
She couldn’t do anything to stop her body from fighting to
keep his cock deep inside her. With every passing second the fireworks grew,
intensified as her breath sawed in and out, her heart pounded,
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