Page 22 of Jabba's Journey

I watch as a shiver has her body undulating on the bed and can smell her arousal as it permeates the room. The heady essence has me almost salivating, especially when I remember it’s all for me.

The unwanted one.

The gawky one.

The bullied one.

Shaking those thoughts from my head since they have no place in bed with me and my mate, I ask, “Now, what should I do next?”

Chapter Twelve

Electra

My eyes widenat his question. I don’t know if it’s rhetorical or if he’s expecting an answer but right now, I’m so full of lust and carnal need, I can’t think straight, much less verbally respond. I wasn’t lying to him when I told him I had limited experience, but so far, there’s nothing he’s done to me that I haven’t thoroughly enjoyed. If anything, he makes me feel adventurous, ready to try any and everything.

He leans in and takes one of my taut nipples between his lips, sucking it deep into the cavern of his mouth, the electrical pulse flaring throughout my body as I moan in unadulterated pleasure.

“Ah, my little water witch likes that, I see,” he says. The vibration of his mouth moving against my heated flesh has me feeling as though I’m going to detonate, and he hasn’t even touched methereyet. My pleasure button is begging for him to notice it. My entire body feels as if it’s on fire, a flame that only he can put out.

Time seems almost suspended as he spends countless minutes moving back and forth between my breasts until both nipples are pouty and red, while my flesh itself feels beyond full. As unintelligible moans pass my lips, he continues his sensual assault, and I quickly realize that there are quite a few erogenous zones on my body. I mean, I truly had no idea that the back of my upper arm would have my pussy pulsing in wanton need.

“Jabba,” I moan through clenched teeth. I’m trying to keep from screaming since we haven’t gotten to the main event, but I feel as though the minute he touches me between my legs, I’m going to burst into a million tiny little fragmented pieces.

“Patience, baby,” he replies, sounding proud of himself, now licking and nipping across my abdomen as he slips lower on the bed until his body is cradled between my splayed thighs. I glance down my quivering body in time to see him breathe in deeply, an almost feral expression on his face.

Strangely, there’s no embarrassment, especially since I felt how hard he was as he was moving down my body. I know his reaction is a direct result of how he’s responding to me. My arousal, my responses, my need.

I know he’ll take care of me, even as new as our bond is I can feel his intent when it comes to providing for me. It’s almost an instinctual knowledge and I briefly wonder if it’s like this with all mated couples, then push that thought aside to do as he told me to earlier.

Just feel.

As his mouth moves closer to the apex of my thighs, I spread my legs even wider, marveling at the fact that I’m able to do even that simple task since they’re shaking so much with unbridledpassion it’s not even funny. My eyes cross when he blows out a heated breath toward my mid-section, lighting my libido further until I feel as if I’m going to blow my top. The sensation has my head thrashing on the pillow.

“Jabba,” I whimper. “Please.”

“I’ve got you, Electra,” he says, leaning in and swiping his tongue through my saturated folds. I know they are because I can feel how slick it is between my thighs as it drips down toward the mattress. Instead of being grossed out by my overly abundant excitement, he appears to revel in my body’s response as he thoroughly licks me then quickly fills me with two of his fingers until I feel stuffed.

Not as full as when he’s inside me, of course, but still, the sweet invasion has me writhing on the bed as he coordinates the movements of his tongue and fingers in such a way my back is now arched as I reach for a release that’s just out of touch. When he hits something combustible inside that has me crossing my eyes yet again, I explode, screaming out his name as pleasure ignites through every nerve ending residing within me as it courses through me over and over again.

As I slowly come down from the orgasmic stratosphere, he raises his head, winks at me, then moves so the head of his cock is notched at my entrance, before he thrusts home, causing another scream of pleasure to cross my lips and echo throughout the room. His hips begin pistoning in and out of me, the snap of his thrusts causing me to climb that mountain once again.

My hands reach out and grip his shoulders, my nails lightly scoring his skin as my pleasure mounts. When I bite my lip to prevent myself from screaming, he leans in and kisses me then says, “Don’t deny me the privilege of your screams, Nymph. Iwant everyone to know who you belong to, just as I want them to know I’m yours.”

“Your wish is my command,” I whisper before wave after wave of bliss hits my body and I scream out his name, just as I feel him slam into me one more time then still as his own release flows into my tight, wet sheath.

His forehead hits mine, both of us sweaty and out of breath, and he chuckles. “Fuck, I feel like I just went a few rounds in the cage with Cyrus.”

I look at him straight in his face, one I’m already growing so fond of and one that has become so dear to me, and reply, “Are you comparing me to one of yourbrothers, Jabba?”

A startled laugh bursts free, causing me to join in while he shakes his head. “No fucking way I’d ever be in this position with one of my brothers, Electra. Not that there’s anything wrong with those who love in that way, but I’m hooked on pussy.” At my acidic glare, he adds, “Onyourpussy, mate. Only yours.” I nod my head because that explanation was better than his initial response. It appeases that jealous streak inside of me that I’ve never had to deal with before. But as long as he’s aware I have one, it may keep him walking on a straight path.

“I think we’re gonna need a shower before we sleep.”

Now that our heart rates are slowing down back to a normal beat, the sweat is cooling on our bodies, and I feel icky.

One long, thoroughly delightful shower later, I find myself tucked securely into his side. As we drift off to sleep, I send up a prayer of thanks to the goddess for all she’s given me.

Namely, a mate by the name of Jabba. While it’s far too soon for professions of love, I can feel the change inside and know it won’t be long before he owns me, body, heart, and soul.

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