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I hear the rustle of clothes, then the sound of a zipper. I squeeze my eyes closed, I’m nervous. Masen’s body is hard and chiseled. Every inch honed beautifully, while mine is soft and rounded. Earlier when he was seeing and touching me, I was so caught up in the moment there wasn’t room for doubt.
His big body slides in behind mine pulling me from the edge of the bed. “Uh-uh baby,” he whispers close to my ear. “I need you close.” I can feel every inch of his body pressed to mine, his arm curving around my waist, his foot slides under my ankle. “Please relax, Little One. I just want to hold you. No pressure.” He rubs his nose into my neck behind my ear and places a small kiss where my shoulder meets my neck. Taking a deep breath, I let myself relax and enjoy the comfort of his embrace. Masen’s breathing evens and deepens quickly, and I know he’s sleeping. Slowly, my body sinks into sleep.
As I start to wake, Masen is my first thought. His scent surrounds me. I’m aroused, and I can feel his hardness pressing against me. I roll my hips slowly enjoying the feel. The room is still dark telling me either he woke me, or I woke up needing him just from having him so close. By his even breaths, I think I’m the only one awake. I roll my hips again and my back arches trying to push onto him harder, create more friction. A small whine of frustration leaves my lips.
Masen grabs my hips as if he’s trying to stop the movement, but his hand clenching my flesh just makes me grind harder. I feel a low rumble at my back, then his hips push forward. My arm pushes into the mattress to keep the pressure between our bodies. I grind my behind into him, and this time, I hear his breathing accelerate. His body pushes over mine, turning me so my torso is flat to the mattress, but my hips are still sideways. His knee pushes forward making my top leg fall to the mattress and spread. He has one arm on either side of my shoulders almost like he’s doing a pushup. When he rocks into me this time, I can feel his hardness grind just where I need it. His head lowers, and he draws in a deep breath. “Ahh baby, you need me.” His voice is deep, and I shiver at the sound. My mind is fogged with lust, need is all I feel. His large body curved over me is too much and not enough all at once.
“Masen?”
“Shh, I’ve got you. Let me make you feel good.” He grinds into me.
Inching down my body, he turns me to my back and leans forward kissing me softly. I melt under his touch. My hands reach up and brush across his face, feeling the soft scruff on my palms as my fingers rub through his hair. His kiss deepens, his hand at my hip tugging me closer. When my back arches, Masen moves down, kissing my jaw and neck, stilling at my shoulder where he’ll bite me to Mark me as his. He trembles, then continues until he reaches my bra.
Sitting back on his knees, he studies my body beneath him. His eyes darken, hands gently tracing the lines of my body. He pulls me forward, lifts my arms in the air, then removes my bra from over my head. My breasts bounce free, his hands cupping me as he pushes me back down. My heart is beating so fast I’m sure he can feel it. Before I have a chance to get nervous, his mouth is on my nipple, licking and sucking. His other hand is pinching and pulling on the opposite side. It’s overwhelming. I moan and that seems to encourage him. He moves his hand down my body, just barely rubbing his finger under the elastic of my panties. My hips lift automatically, hoping his fingers land where I need them. “You wet for me, baby? I bet your little pussy is soaking for me. Should I find out with my hand, or would you like to ride my tongue?” A long, low groan sounds from me. His filthy mouth turning me up higher than I thought possible.
Masen moves down my body without a real answer. I’m sure he could tell by my response which one I’d chosen. My hands follow his shoulders down trying to touch any part of him I can reach. He licks his way past my belly button and to the top of my panties. His hands reach under me, cupping my butt and lifting. My legs fall open farther. Dropping his face, he presses his nose right into my still covered center.
“Masen,” I moan loudly.
He lifts his hooded eyes. “Mine,” comes out in a low growl. I can just barely see the tips of his elongated fangs, and I almost come undone.
His hands claw at the fabric at my hip, one tug and my panties rend. I’m spread open for him. He leans down and lifts me up to him again, he licks up my center from bottom to top in one long sweep. “Ahhh.” Pushing forward, he uses his thumb to hold me open. When his tongue touches me I’m overwhelmed, I feel like crawling away from him, and like shoving his head into me harder at the same time. His hand reaches up to my nipple pinching, my butt rises higher from the bed, pushing onto him while my hips swivel. When his mouth isn’t busy, he whispers naughty things, encouraging me. It makes my toes curl just thinking about all the things he says. The noises I make seem to excite him even more. My legs are shaking, and I’m pulling his hair. I’m so close. He puts his mouth around my clit and sucks, long and hard, and I scream out his name as I climax.
His movement gentles as he still strokes me, riding out my orgasm. My hands cling to his shoulders, pulling him down to me. He comes, and his head drops to my neck as I hold tightly to his big body. He’s breathing deeply. Keeping his lower body off of mine, he rolls so he’s on his back, and I’m curled into his chest. His eyes are closed, and his jaw is tense. When I look down, I can see his erection tenting his snug boxer briefs. Slowly, I reach my hand down, feeling his muscles in his abdomen. Holy hell, that’s so hot. His boxers are low enough I can clearly see his vee between his narrow hips, and I’m tempted to lean down and lick the lines. My hand slides over the bulge, and he sucks in air through his teeth. “Can I touch you, Masen?”
He grunts but doesn’t open his eyes. I rub gently, stroking him with my fingers and then fitting my hand around him. His hips barely lift, pushing into my hand. I pull back and crawl down the side of his body. When I look up, his eyes are on fire as he watches me. Leaning up, I question with my eyes as I pull his boxers down exposing him. He lifts. Still looking right in his eyes, I remove his boxers. When I look down, I gasp at the size of him. He has a small patch of short, black hair that leads in a thin line up to his belly button, the rest of his stomach is bare. His broad chest has dark hair lightly covering it. When I bring my hand back and try to circle him, my fingers don’t touch. I pull up and push back down slowly feeling his velvety skin against my palm. My hand stops at his tip, squeezing gently, and a small bead of moisture escapes. Now, his hips really lift. I lean down with my tongue and lick around the tip cleaning up the drop of fluid. He groans and fists the sheet beneath him. “Oh fuck,” he grates and licks his lips, watching me lick him clean.
When I take my hand and mouth away, he looks down at me as I lift to straddle his hips wanting to feel his bare skin against mine. “Is this okay?” I ask, nervous now that he’s watching me. He nods his head, his neck straining and abs bunched tight. He looks like I’m hurting him. “Masen, am I hurting you? I’m sorry,” I say, ashamed, backing away.
With a low growl, he shakes his head and grabs my hips, stilling my retreat. When I feel him beneath me, his head falls back, and he clenches my hips. I rock once, my clit sitting on his ridge making me sigh in relief.
Before I realize what’s happened, he flips us so I’m again on my back with him between my legs. He grinds. I want to ask for more, but I’m not sure how. I’m not sure if he knows I’ve never done this before, I’m sure he can tell I’m inexperienced, but he needs to know he’s my first. “Masen,” I say, looking at his dark handsome face.
“Yeah baby,” he pants.
“I’ve never… this, all this, is new to me. Yesterday was my first, real kiss so I just... em, I just wanted you to know you might have to guide me a little.” I’m sure he can see my face glowing red in the dim morning light.
His body goes rigid as soon as I start talking. He hasn’t moved or uttered a word. As possessive as he is, I thought this would make him happy, maybe I was wrong. I close my eyes and wish he’d say something, anything. When he doesn’t, I silently beg him to move so I could get up. My hands move from him to cover my breast. Oh God, I should have kept my mouth shut. He’s still frozen. I feel a tear leak from the corner of my eye and run down to my ear. Everything hits me at once, all the emotions of finding him, knowing all this time he was with other women kills me. I thought him knowing there was never anyone else for me would make him happy. God knows I would love to know he was only mine. It’s all too much.
Voice as steady as I can make it, “I think I need to get up, please.” He starts to shift back, still silent. I grab the blanket from the bed covering myself and quickly stand. I walk to the bathroom and lock the door behind me. With my back to the door, I slide down, wrapped in the blanket that smells like him. Blinking back tears, I drop the blanket then I stand and go turn on the shower.
Masen must have brought my bags in because my shampoo and condition are in the shower. I wash my body and let the tears of disappointment fall. I can’t even pretend to understand what he’s thinking or feeling. I can’t believe not having experience would bother him. I know I’m probably overreacting, but with everything happening so fast, I haven’t had time to catch up.
I feel rejection weighing heavy on my chest as I let the water hide my embarrassment. I’ve been in the shower for at least thirty minutes when I finally get out. I think I was hoping he would come in and help me understand, but I’m also glad he didn’t. I don’t want him seeing me like this. I take my time, stalling, wanting him to be out of the room before I come out. I wrap up in the largest towel I can find and fold up the blanket I dragged into the bathroom with me.
His scent is so strong in the room I can’t tell by smell alone if he’s still there. I listen at the door to hear any sound indicating he was still in the room. It’s quiet, no sound of sheets or clothes rustling. Finally, I unlock the door. Holding the folded blanket in front of me like a shield, I enter the empty room. I’m relieved and want to cry at the same time. I’m a mess.
Dressing as fast as possible, I grab my book bag and leave the room. I head to the back of the house looking for a door. I know just where I want to go. I find the empty porch swing and sit. I know I’ll have to face Masen soon and discuss what we can do to get past our physical issues, but for now, I think I’ll hide out as long as possible. I open my bag and get busy doing homework.
CHAPTER15
Masen
Sitting at my desk,I drop my head in my hands. I’m such a fucking asshole. After finding out my Mate hasn’t let anyone touch her beautiful body, I check out. Instead of telling her that nothing could make me happier, I shut down. All I could think was how I let other women touch me the past five years. How I validated it by saying she was a child, that it would be years before I was able to claim her. That I was a man with needs, she would probably have young fumbling boyfriends as well, right?
No, the truth was I was a selfish prick that thought it was okay to punish a young woman who couldn’t be what I thought I needed. If I’m being truly honest with myself, I should admit that after I looked for her and she was gone, I went a little wild. I blamed her for not being there. Thought she deserved me fucking around since she ran. I don’t even know where to begin to try and fix this.
I knew she didn’t have a lot of experience, but to find out she’s not only a virgin but that I was her first fucking kiss, I was floored. She waited five years for a man she thought chose someone else.
