Page 51 of Conquered Obstacles

“Can I ask if you’ve ever had any fantasies? Before even?” he hedged, his voice quiet as if worried he would ruin this chance.

I slowly nodded. “There was a human once that caught my eye. He honestly wasn’t all that—he was nowhere near as handsome as you. It was his heart. He was a good soul. He didn’t care what I was and was kind to everyone. I had a few dreams that he would kiss me under this tree near my temple and we’d make love in a field of flowers. Silly really.”

“I don’t think so,” he argued. “I’d love to do that with you.” He nodded when I met his gaze. “Picture it now. You could meet my wolf and we could have a picnic. You would be wearing some sexy little sundress that was so short I would hope you weren’t wearing panties. I shift back and you are tastier than the food. All I would want is you, Arabella.”

“I do want to meet your wolf,” I whispered, squirming a bit where I sat and thinking of the scene he was setting.

“I would lay you back and kiss you all over, take off that pretty dress, and lick you how you like. Then we’d make love sweet and slow, lazy and gentle like the afternoon. We could have fire and passion later, but I want that our first time. I want slow thrusts so I know you’re not scared. Gentle movements you could stop or not be overwhelmed by.”

“That sounds nice,” I muttered. “Not just what happened to me, but even what I’ve seen, it’s always so animalistic and…”

He nodded. “It can be, and I even have enjoyed it that way, but that’s not where you start. That’s for experienced people and we’re not them.”

“We’re not?” I checked.

“No, even if I’ve had experience, it wasn’t the right experience,” he whispered, his hand still moving. “This is the right experience with you. This is what I want. Someday I could absolutely see tearing off your clothes I was so desperate for you and having you next to the pool right there, but that’s much later. No, you riding me. That’s our passion and desperate sex.”

“That sounds exciting,” I admitted. I glanced from his pretty auburn eyes to his hand. “You’re enjoying this?”

“Yeah, a lot actually,” he panted. “The only thing to make it better would be if you touched my thigh or came closer, but I don’t want you scared. Or if my cum hit you when I finished. I’d worry to trigger you.”

I didn’t know how I’d react to that either, but it was Jamie.

And Jamie wasn’t scary.

I dunked under the water so I was completely wet and then stepped out of the hot tub. I moved to sit on his right side since that was the hand he was using to stroke his dick and he couldn’t just grab me then or… He wouldn’t.

“I like that your body reacts and thinks me beautiful because I know it’s not just my physical appearance,” I told him, not sure what else to say. I leaned in, basically giving him permission to kiss me.

“I will blow if we do and it might be on you.”

I nodded. “I’m okay if it’s you. I trust you, Jamie.”

“Thank you.” He kissed me but kept it fairly gently, even when I pushed my tongue in his mouth. He grunted and I felt a few drips of something on my skin, but I was already wet, so it was okay.

It felt like no big deal.

But also, a really big deal because I wasn’t scared.

“I don’t want to tease you,” I whispered as I looked down.

“I don’t think it is when you warn me like this,” he murmured as he moved so his hand was behind me, but then moved around me. “Is this okay?”

“On the ground?” I asked, glad when he put it on the floor like it was no big deal. I felt his arm across my back and that was enough. I brushed my lips over his and let my hand move over his pecs.

“You’re more interested than scared from what I’m scenting,” he whispered as if maybe trying to help the war going on inside of me.

It did.

I nodded and let my hand travel lower. I moved it over the odd skin of his dick, worried when he hissed, but then I saw from his face that he liked it.

“It’s really sensitive after I finish like you are, but it feels fantastic to have you touch me,” he said under his breath as if not to startle me.

“I’m glad it’s you,” I heard myself say.

And I meant it.

I didn’t grasp him, but I did move my hand over him and his balls even. I did massage a bit, but I thought holding it fully would be too much for me.

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