Page 12 of Hunting for Love

“Are you still okay with this? I can go back to the camper if you want.”

“I’m ready. You can come in.”

I open the door and step inside, seeing my verynakedtrue mate in his human form for the very first time.

Oh. My. Gods.

He’s the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen. He has dark hair, piercing green eyes, and the most beautiful treasure trail that leads down to a thatch of pubic hair. His cock is thin and pink and dare I describe it aspretty. He’s shorter than me with strong shoulders and a tapered waist. He’s perfect. He’s so, so perfect. And I cannot wrap my head around the idea that he’smine.

Zander’s full lips drop open as he stares me up and down. Both of our cheeks are red with a blush, taking each other in, seeing each other bare for the first time. It’s overwhelming in the most fantastic way. This feels like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.

“You’re beautiful,” I say, my voice soft. I wonder if that’s a weird thing to admit. Maybe I should tell him he’s hot, or sexy. But the smile I get in response tells me I’ve said exactly the right thing.

“So are you. I’ve seen you without your shirt but seeing you completely naked is another thing entirely. Gods, Ronny, I want you so much.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Do you want me too?”

I nod my head, biting my bottom lip. My cheeks are so hot they’re probably making Zander’s heat even worse. “I don’t know how. I mean, I know how sex works obviously but, I’m nervous. I don’t want to do anything wrong.”

“You won’t,” Zander says right away, holding out his hand for me. I take it, stepping into his space but I don’t quite touch him. Thankfully, Zander goes the last couple inches, plastering our fronts together. I suck in a sharp breath and my stomach flutters wildly. “Fuck,” he whispers into my skin.

“This feels--” my words cut off because I don’t even have the words to describe how good this feels. Holy shit.

“I know,” he whispers back, kissing the front of my shoulder. “Is it okay if I direct you, would that be okay?”

“Please do, Zander.”

He nods, nipping the skin he just kissed, making pleasure lance through me. “Wrap your hand around my cock. Stroke it the same way you would stroke yourself. I’m already on the edge of coming because of my heat so it won’t be too hard to get me off.”

“Okay,” I whisper, my voice coming out shaky. “I can do that.”

I reach down, wrapping my hand around Zander’s dick. It’shotin my palm and I whimper without my permission. “That’s it,” he murmurs, his mouth moving from my shoulder to the underside of my chin, kissing softly. Then I feel his tongue come out, licking my throat and it feelssofucking good. I want him to feel as good as he’s making me feel. I’mcompelledto make him come.

I stroke him slowly, taking my time to feel his dick out, to find every ridge and vein. His cock feels so warm and soft and perfect against my palm. Someday soon I want to drop to my knees and feel his cock in my mouth, to see how he tastes against my tongue. But for now, I focus all my attention on touching him in a way that makes his breath stutter. Zander makes the tiniest moan and I chase that sound, doing the same thing over just so I can hear it again.

“Oh, Ronny,” Zander breathes, his breath tickling the underside of my throat. “Ronny.”

“I’ve got you,” I say, wanting him to know what this means to me, that he trusts me. I might not know what the fuck I’m doing but I want this to be good for him, I want him to know that I’ll be here to help however I can. I want to take care of him.

“Keep going. I’m so close. Fuck.”

I grip him tightly, speeding up my hand slightly. His breath catches and the sound is like the most beautiful music to my ears. His precum wets my fingers and I use my thumb to caress his cock head slowly, pulling another beautiful noise from his lips.

“Ronny?”

I look down into those bright, green eyes I’ve come to know so well in such a short time. I tilt my head, hoping my cheeks aren’t quite as red as they feel. “Yeah? Am I doing this right?”

Zander nods his head quickly, another breathy noise leaving him. “Yes. Very much so. This feels amazing. But I have a question.”

“Ask it,” I say, my voice thick with lust.

“Can I kiss you?”

My breath stutters and my cheeks somehow heat even more than they already are. I nod, a smile crossing my lips. “Yes,” I tell him. “Absolutely. Please kiss me, Zander.”

Zander gets up on his tiptoes in order to get face to face. He lets out a shaky breath that I swear I can feel in my chest before his lips barely touch my own. It’s more like our lips are caressing than a kiss and yet, my earth is completely shattered into splinters before coming back together whole again with pieces of Zander embedded inside me. It’s the most precious kiss I’ve ever been given and I know without a doubt it’s only the beginning.

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