The breather has allowed some of my nerves to kick in, and I swallow down subtle fear, my body trembling as he slides my lace panties down from my hips, slowly, sexily, completely undressing me.
“You’re beautiful in every way, my perfect girl. I couldn’t want you more than I do.” Colton whispers in a husky tone, right into my ear when he straightens back up, and brings us back together, sucking my ear lobe and my knees almost give way with the erotic sensation. His breath fanning my cheek and shoulder and igniting goosebumps.
“I love you.” I have to say it to him, because it’s how I feel as I’m consumed by every pore of my body, and nerve endings exploding deliciously, an undying need for him. Forgiveness, letting go of the past, all mixed up with desire, and passion, and so many emotions in the moment that the words tug at my throat, forming a lump, but it’s not sadness. It’s complete adoration, and an incomparable happiness that he’s finally going to be everything I wanted. Everything I still need.
Colton pulls back to rest his nose against mine gently, stroking my hair back from my face and smiles at me in that knee weakening, full on dimples way. Slowing down the tempo and breathing out slowly with me as he his touches softens.
“I want to hear that multiple times a day, for the rest of my life. I’m crazy in love with you. I’ll never let you down again, ever, I swear. You’re my priority. The Luna the people need, the Luna I need. I’ll never doubt us or put you second again. I needed to lose you to realize how stupid that was, how fucked up my priorities were, because your mate should always come first. You will always come first.” Colton kisses me on the forehead, a grazing light tenderness that makes me feel delicate, and special, igniting the butterflies inside of me, and the softer side that is not consumed by lust.
“Unless you turn into a power crazed psychopath!” I point out in quiet humor and get a white flash of gorgeous smile for my efforts, even if it was a tongue in cheek remark that might upset him. A lightness of the intense heavy moment.
“In that case I give you permission to taser my ass and keep me shackled to the bed, for your pleasure. I would happily live like that for as many years as it took to cure me of my crazy.” He swoops down, catching my lips, while simultaneously scooping me up under the butt, and lifting me to him so I end up straddling him around the waist once more, catching his shoulders with my hands to stop myself falling back. He carries me back to the bed this way, never breaking his kiss on mine and I wrap my arms around his neck fully, entwining him, never wanting to let go ever again. So many times, I almost had him, and he slipped through my fingers, but not this time. He’s my captive, and I will fight tooth and nail to keep him here.
Those weeks of being apart, the heart ache, and pain, from being imprinted on him, and yet always turned away, all fall around us to dust, like they don’t matter anymore. His touch a balm that heals so many wounds, pushes so many painful emotions completely out of me, and the confidence in knowing he will never reject me again gives me new life. He’s in control here, and no sign of doing anything except marking me and finalizing the union with sex. He’s mine, finally. And there is nothing going to come between us or stop us this time around.
Colton drops me on the bed gently, and steps back while he strips off his pants, and boxers, kicking of his socks, and shoes in the process, while I scoop my socks off and throw them past him. Two completely naked people with glowing eyes as wolves’ pique and urge us to unite them too. We take a silent, almost synchronized second to admire the beauty in one another, in all our glory, both liking what we see.
The way he looks at me, eating me with his eyes, and devouring every inch, makes me feel sexy, and desirable, and that tingle of need flushes over me once more, dampening the nerves and hesitations and I reach for him. Colton takes my hand and climbs on the bed, pushing me back against the cushions, and nestles over me in a less hostile manner than our make out the first time. He strokes my hair back and fully lays his body into mine, all curves, and angles matching, and he slides between my thighs to find a comfortable position.
“Are you nervous?” he asks, losing that wildfire in his eyes and toning down to a simmer as he picks up on my underlying anxiety. Lifting his hand and stroking a thumb across my bottom lip as gentle as a fluttering butterfly. The calm in him pushing through his crazy hormones, and it does so much to help me simmer too.
“A little.” I admit, not liking that this softness is quenching the flames of passion and bringing the fear to the forefront a little. I think I would prefer getting lost in the haze instinct and have him just do it when I’m wound up and crazy for him, even if it hurts that way. Get it over and done with, so I can then know what the after feels like, and experience future times, as it’s meant to get better the more you do it. My stomach lurches with a bout of nerves and I swallow down the apprehension.
“I’ll try not to hurt you. We can go slow, be gentle. Marking doesn’t have to be crazy, and aggressive, and bouncing around the furniture. Your first time should be special. Besides, If I don’t calm down I may only last like five seconds, max.”? Colton’s heart is beating as fast as mine, but as he utters soothing words I can feel him physically beginning to level out, his own passion and desire simmering because he’s pulling the emotion through instead of the lust, and it’s dampening both of us as we feed from one another.
“I think I don’t want to anticipate…I’m ready to just do it.” I frown at him, my innocence showing, and he laughs softly. Bringing that hand and smoothing down my cheek, the obvious adoration in the way he looks at me.
“You clearly don’t know what foreplay is or, you know… the joy of working up to it.” He grins and kisses me quickly. I blush at that, and he leans in and kisses me a little more intensely, grinding his erection against my intimate places, skin on skin, and I gasp in ecstasy at the unique pleasure waves it causes to ripple through my stomach and up my legs.
“See… sex is about more than just getting it in there. Trust me. I’m not about to make our first time together uncomfortable because you aren’t ready.” Colton strokes his fingers down my throat and across my breast and ignites that same pleasure, caressing my skin so it almost burns with his touch and those warming churning feelings between my legs stir up again to fever pitch. They never lay low for long, even when he’s taking a breather. One touch and he stokes the fire right back up to where it needs to be, and I stop worrying about going slow.
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