Page 48 of Calling Quarters

My intuition was screaming that this was the way.Hewas the leap of faith that I needed to take into the unknown, trusting the gods and the universe to catch me.

His mouth was on mine before I could say anything else, and I welcomed the warm humming that his touch erupted inside me. My lips opened up to him, our tongues dancing together like old lovers. Large hands tensed against my hips as I rolled them against his jeans, over the growing ridge that sat perfectly between my legs.

This time, my soft moans didn't fluster or humiliate me. They served as a gentle call for him to continue nibbling on my ears and neck. To remove my sweatshirt and place his lips on my milky breasts. They were permission for him to take this further than before.

And he understood every unspoken request.

Before I knew it, all of our clothes were gone, and he had scooted us further onto the bed so his head could lay on the pillow as he gazed up at me in admiration. My naked body was still straddling him, and his manhood was unashamedly on full display between my legs.

I watched his expression closely as I reached my hand out and gently grabbed him. He was too thick for my fingers to fully wrap around. His length was far greater than anything I imagined could fit inside me, but he felt warm and smooth in my grip.

His expression remained stoic while I explored him, never really changing until he let his lips twitch the slightest amount as I applied a bit of pressure and began moving my fist up and down. I liked the way he felt in my embrace. I reveled in the power I held over his body when I added my other hand and his hips moved against me.

I pumped for a few more minutes before gaining the courage to lean down and run my tongue along the back of his entire length, taking him completely by surprise. He tilted his head to the ceiling and let out a string of curse words and I took that as encouragement to keep going.

With one hand still working the base, I moved my mouth up to his tip and wrapped my lips around it, careful not to let my teeth graze his skin. A light, salty drip landed on my tongue as I opened my mouth further and took him into the back of my throat, suppressing a gag when I went a touch too far.

Remy writhed under me as I moved my head up and down, my tongue circling the tip each time it made a pass while my hand still remained on his base. I picked up speed when I felt him twitching inside my mouth and within seconds, his warm, briny liquid was leaking down my throat. Once the pulsing stopped, I pulled my mouth off and cleaned up the remaining mess with my tongue.

“You said you've never done this before,” he rasped. I realized he had propped his head on his arm to watch me, and I blushed at how entranced I'd become to not have noticed.

“I haven't,” I agreed.

My self-esteem took a dive when I realized he was probably rationalizing why I'd done such a horrible job. Just when I lifted my leg to slide off him, his hand shot out and wrapped around my thigh. He tugged it back into place beside his hip and those menacing, black eyes glared at me.

“Don't.” It was a command.

That same dominant look from last night when he grabbed my chin passed through his eyes and I instantly cowered to it. I relaxed back onto him and crossed my arms over my chest defiantly.

“I haven't done this before, either,” he admitted after a few breaths.

I don't know why that surprised me. I knew from the start that Quarters were isolated from the rest of the town, though I supposed after Julia's jealous display, it wasn't too far-fetched of a thought for them to have a crowd of girls desperate for their attention.

They were some of the most unique, attractive men I've ever laid eyes on.

Something about his confession gave me the courage to lean forward and delicately take his lip into my mouth. I suckled and teased, and his breathing sped back up. His hands moved up my sides and pulled me forward until he was placed directly at my entrance. A whimper escaped my mouth and disappeared into his as he pressed against me ever so slightly.

He stared up at me expectantly, asking for permission and encouraging me to make the next move. The passionate fire that was burning in my groin made the decision for me. I lifted myself the tiniest amount and slithered my arm between us to gather him into my hand once again. Then, I lined him up perfectly with my dripping center.

He hissed out a breath at the contact, already rock-hard and busting at the seams.

Slowly, I eased down onto him, and my body stretched and ripped to accommodate his. A sharp exhale released between my lips as I began to fear that I would burst before he was fully inside of me.

His mouth was on mine in an instant, absorbing my soft groans until I finally reached his base and realized I wasn't going to break apart in his arms. We stayed still for a brief second, allowing my insides time to adjust to him before he pulled his hips back into the bed and slid out of me.

My body stilled, frozen in place while he thrust himself back inside over and over. Each time he filled me, the pain became easier to bear, eventually melting into white-hot pleasure as my muscles relaxed and my hips began moving in rhythm with his.

Only a few minutes passed before he completely stilled beneath me, and I felt his muscles spasm against my skin. My stomach coiled at the same time he squeezed my hips.

Watching him on the edge of release with the knowledge that my body had encouraged it for a second time sent a wave of heat straight into my core. My thighs clenched around him, and stars appeared behind my eyes as I pulsed around his thick shaft in pure ecstasy. He thrust himself inside me three more times before lifting me from his cock and spilling himself onto his stomach.

I collapsed onto the bed beside him, my body feeling wrung out and weak. It only took a few seconds for embarrassment to flood my chest when I finally glanced at him and saw the crimson mess that my innocence smeared all over him. He reached for the towel hanging on his bedpost to clean up and my hands intercepted him. They snatched the towel up to wipe it away, but he covered them with his own to stop me.

“Never be ashamed of what just happened. It was perfect. You're perfect.”

He leaned over and planted three tender kisses on my lips. His hands released mine and wiped away the remaining evidence of my virginity mixed with his release. Once he finished, he threw the towel over the side of the bed and pulled my body closer to his.

We were asleep within minutes.

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