Page 50 of His Wild Mate

“Come here,” he said going to the bed and lying down on his back.

Hesitantly I climbed into bed with him. Heat pulled in my lower belly and my muscles were already stretched to a point bordering on painful.

“I hate that I can't touch you. You're so beautiful.”

When I looked at myself all I saw was skin and bones. I was too thin, making me far too boney. But when he looked at me like this, I felt beautiful.

He patted the bed next to him and hesitantly I joined him.

I'd never allowed myself to be so close to a naked male before. There was a driving need to straddle him and see what happens.

My nipples brushed against him, and I moaned.

Surprised, my eyes flew to his. He was watching me, and I liked it.

“You can rub against me all you want. It's okay.”

His voice had dropped a little. It was deeper and a little gravely. His eyes were like flames of passion and his jaw was locked in concentrated control.

I had no idea what possessed me to do it, but I wrapped my leg over his and rubbed myself against his side. The pleasure that shot through me was already better than any climax I'd ever been able to manage myself.

My eyes drifted closed as I started humping his leg. I should have been horrified, but it felt so damn good.

“Damn it. I wish I could touch you right now.”

Feeling bold, I reached for his hand and held it to rub myself against it.

“Like this?”

He sucked in a sharp breath.

“Yes,” he growled.

I'd touched myself plenty of times before, but having his hand on me was so much better than that. I lost myself in the sensations for a moment.

“Come here. I want to try something,” he said.

“Wh-what?” I asked.

My body was so over stimulated that I thought I would explode at any second.

“Bring your breast to my mouth.”

I gasped at how candid he was being, but I was so intrigued that I did as he asked.

His lips wrapped around on taut nipple and his tongue swirled against it.

I cried out as a shockwave went through my body.

“Oh my God!”

He growled happily as he played with one and moved to the other. I continued to touch myself and rub against him as all these new sensations vibrated within me.

“It's still not enough,” I whined.

He pulled back with a pop and grinned up at me.

“I may not be able to truly touch you with my hands, but my mouth seems to work just fine. Climb up here and sit on me, and I promise I'll take care of everything.”

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