Figure of Speech
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“Do you want to?” As afraid as he was that his dick would fall off if he didn’t get inside her tight little body, he’d gladly pick it up off the floor and hand it to her if she wasn’t ready for this.
She bared her fangs at him with the most adorable snarl.
“Okay then.” Jim knew Chloe was very inexperienced, so he wasn’t going to rush this. He wanted to remember this day not for the terror of the Cheetah attack, but as the day they mated. It wasn’t ideal, but he could stand the thought of waiting one second longer.
Chloe began taking off his shirt and he helped her, wiggling until it landed beside the bed. Next his jeans were shucked, along with his underwear, tangling with the shoes he hadn’t yet kicked off. She giggled when he began shimmying like a crazy person, kicking until the shoes fell off and he could finally get his pants and briefs off.
“Think that’s funny?” He licked her chin, her giggles intensifying. He was more than willing to embarrass himself if it meant she was relaxed. “Oh, are we ticklish?” He feathered his fingers over her sides, delighted when she shivered and tried to get away.
“Don’t!”
“Don’t what?” He did it again, enjoying the sound of her laughter. “This?”
“Jim!” She tried to glare at him, but the sheer joy in her gaze made it more kittenish than villainous. “I will end you.”
He chuckled, the urge to run his fingers over the mark on her neck impossible to ignore. He stroked the mark, startled when her laughter stopped dead and she shuddered beneath him. The scent of arousal once more filled the air.
“Chloe?”
“Hmm?” She leaned into his touch as he continued to caress the mark.
“You like that?” His voice dropped, becoming husky as his own arousal rose to match hers.
She tilted her head, baring her neck further, her eyes closing. Her expression was yearning, nearly begging him to touch her more.
Jim kissed the mark, raking his teeth over it. The moan he got in return had him biting down gently, eager to elicit more of those beautiful noises.
She reached up and clasped the back of his head, holding him in place as he bit down. It wasn’t until he tasted the copper of her blood that he realized his fangs had come down.
Chloe bucked beneath him as she reacted to his bite, coming from that alone. His Wolf grunted in satisfaction as she gasped out her pleasure.
His dick throbbed in response, the mark on his own neck pulsing as his heart raced. He needed to be inside her, one with her, feeling her clench around him as she came again and again.
Jim slid down her body, pausing long enough to pay homage to her breasts. He licked and suckled each one until her quiet moans became demanding cries, her fists clenching painfully in his hair. Her voice was gone, the only sounds erupting from her throat guttural and barely human.
She was lost in the pleasure he was giving her, and he couldn’t be happier about it.
He kissed his way down her taut stomach, making sure to hit each and every one of her scars as he did so. When he was done she would know that he wanted every part of her, flaws and all.
He began to tease her opening with his finger, gently coaxing her to accept his touch. She seemed startled at first, her eyes going wide, but when he licked her clit and sucked it into his mouth her eyes squeezed shut once more. She began moving against him, barely flinching when he eased his finger inside her.
God, she was tight. He was right, then, that she’d had little to no experience. And as asinine as it was, the thought that he might be her first made him want to beat his chest like Tarzan.
He finger fucked her, watching her reactions, gauging when he felt she could take a second finger. He wanted her stretched, wet and ready for him, because the last thing that should be in bed with them was pain. When she seemed ready he added a second finger, sucking her clit hard to distract her from any sting she might feel.
If her face was anything to go by, she was more than ready for what he was doing. Still, he needed to make sure. “Ready for more?”
“M-m-m-m…” Her eyes opened, some of the passion fading as she couldn’t get the word out.
“I have you, little vixen.” He planted a soft kiss on the ginger curls between her thighs, then carefully eased a third finger inside her.
She winced for the first time and he stilled, allowing her to get used to the width of his three fingers. As she relaxed, he began peppering her skin with kisses again, soothing her, gently taking her clit once more into his mouth and gently sucking.
Before long she was bucking against him, taking him to the third knuckle.
She was ready.
Jim sat up and prayed that the condom he had in his wallet was still good. As much as he’d love to make children with Chloe they had to wait. He fumbled for his pants, pulling his wallet from his pocket.
“Uh?”
“Condom.”
She grinned and lay back down, watching him with a slumberous, pleasure-filled gaze that had him dropping the condom twice in his eagerness to see her come yet again. He ripped the package open and slid the condom on. The feel of his own hand on his length made him grit his teeth and pray like he never had before. If he came before he even had the condom on he’d have to move to Siberia and change his name to Ivan Jerkov.
That expression on her face didn’t help either. He could come just from the lust she was showing him.
He took a deep breath, trying to control the tremors racing through him. This was it. The rest of his life was on this single moment, when she’d accept him into her body.
Before he could get himself under control she tugged him down and nodded. Her gaze was pinned to his, urging him on.
He didn’t need to ask. She’d already told him without words that she was ready for him.
Jim slowly eased into her body, the faint tightening and loosening of her expressions giving him clues as to when to slow down and when it was all right to move again. So slowly he thought his dick might die of blood deprivation, he forged his way inside her, never once breaking the contact between their gazes.
They didn’t need words. In this moment, they both knew what the other was saying.
Before he knew it he was fully seated inside her. He kissed her softly, both their eyes open, waiting for her nod that it was all right to move.
She gave it, so he began fucking her in slow, easy strokes that had them both on the breathless edge far quicker than Jim would have liked. He’d wanted to make this last, to bring her to ecstasy over and over again, but it was just too much. The sensations were too strong, too tight, too perfect…too Chloe.
She bared her fangs at him with the most adorable snarl.
“Okay then.” Jim knew Chloe was very inexperienced, so he wasn’t going to rush this. He wanted to remember this day not for the terror of the Cheetah attack, but as the day they mated. It wasn’t ideal, but he could stand the thought of waiting one second longer.
Chloe began taking off his shirt and he helped her, wiggling until it landed beside the bed. Next his jeans were shucked, along with his underwear, tangling with the shoes he hadn’t yet kicked off. She giggled when he began shimmying like a crazy person, kicking until the shoes fell off and he could finally get his pants and briefs off.
“Think that’s funny?” He licked her chin, her giggles intensifying. He was more than willing to embarrass himself if it meant she was relaxed. “Oh, are we ticklish?” He feathered his fingers over her sides, delighted when she shivered and tried to get away.
“Don’t!”
“Don’t what?” He did it again, enjoying the sound of her laughter. “This?”
“Jim!” She tried to glare at him, but the sheer joy in her gaze made it more kittenish than villainous. “I will end you.”
He chuckled, the urge to run his fingers over the mark on her neck impossible to ignore. He stroked the mark, startled when her laughter stopped dead and she shuddered beneath him. The scent of arousal once more filled the air.
“Chloe?”
“Hmm?” She leaned into his touch as he continued to caress the mark.
“You like that?” His voice dropped, becoming husky as his own arousal rose to match hers.
She tilted her head, baring her neck further, her eyes closing. Her expression was yearning, nearly begging him to touch her more.
Jim kissed the mark, raking his teeth over it. The moan he got in return had him biting down gently, eager to elicit more of those beautiful noises.
She reached up and clasped the back of his head, holding him in place as he bit down. It wasn’t until he tasted the copper of her blood that he realized his fangs had come down.
Chloe bucked beneath him as she reacted to his bite, coming from that alone. His Wolf grunted in satisfaction as she gasped out her pleasure.
His dick throbbed in response, the mark on his own neck pulsing as his heart raced. He needed to be inside her, one with her, feeling her clench around him as she came again and again.
Jim slid down her body, pausing long enough to pay homage to her breasts. He licked and suckled each one until her quiet moans became demanding cries, her fists clenching painfully in his hair. Her voice was gone, the only sounds erupting from her throat guttural and barely human.
She was lost in the pleasure he was giving her, and he couldn’t be happier about it.
He kissed his way down her taut stomach, making sure to hit each and every one of her scars as he did so. When he was done she would know that he wanted every part of her, flaws and all.
He began to tease her opening with his finger, gently coaxing her to accept his touch. She seemed startled at first, her eyes going wide, but when he licked her clit and sucked it into his mouth her eyes squeezed shut once more. She began moving against him, barely flinching when he eased his finger inside her.
God, she was tight. He was right, then, that she’d had little to no experience. And as asinine as it was, the thought that he might be her first made him want to beat his chest like Tarzan.
He finger fucked her, watching her reactions, gauging when he felt she could take a second finger. He wanted her stretched, wet and ready for him, because the last thing that should be in bed with them was pain. When she seemed ready he added a second finger, sucking her clit hard to distract her from any sting she might feel.
If her face was anything to go by, she was more than ready for what he was doing. Still, he needed to make sure. “Ready for more?”
“M-m-m-m…” Her eyes opened, some of the passion fading as she couldn’t get the word out.
“I have you, little vixen.” He planted a soft kiss on the ginger curls between her thighs, then carefully eased a third finger inside her.
She winced for the first time and he stilled, allowing her to get used to the width of his three fingers. As she relaxed, he began peppering her skin with kisses again, soothing her, gently taking her clit once more into his mouth and gently sucking.
Before long she was bucking against him, taking him to the third knuckle.
She was ready.
Jim sat up and prayed that the condom he had in his wallet was still good. As much as he’d love to make children with Chloe they had to wait. He fumbled for his pants, pulling his wallet from his pocket.
“Uh?”
“Condom.”
She grinned and lay back down, watching him with a slumberous, pleasure-filled gaze that had him dropping the condom twice in his eagerness to see her come yet again. He ripped the package open and slid the condom on. The feel of his own hand on his length made him grit his teeth and pray like he never had before. If he came before he even had the condom on he’d have to move to Siberia and change his name to Ivan Jerkov.
That expression on her face didn’t help either. He could come just from the lust she was showing him.
He took a deep breath, trying to control the tremors racing through him. This was it. The rest of his life was on this single moment, when she’d accept him into her body.
Before he could get himself under control she tugged him down and nodded. Her gaze was pinned to his, urging him on.
He didn’t need to ask. She’d already told him without words that she was ready for him.
Jim slowly eased into her body, the faint tightening and loosening of her expressions giving him clues as to when to slow down and when it was all right to move again. So slowly he thought his dick might die of blood deprivation, he forged his way inside her, never once breaking the contact between their gazes.
They didn’t need words. In this moment, they both knew what the other was saying.
Before he knew it he was fully seated inside her. He kissed her softly, both their eyes open, waiting for her nod that it was all right to move.
She gave it, so he began fucking her in slow, easy strokes that had them both on the breathless edge far quicker than Jim would have liked. He’d wanted to make this last, to bring her to ecstasy over and over again, but it was just too much. The sensations were too strong, too tight, too perfect…too Chloe.
