Page 18 of Mated to the Pride

It wasn’t supposed to be a euphemism, but I saw her smile widen, slow with shy restraint, and matched it. If she wanted to take it that way, I wouldn’t stop her.

“I’d like a lot more,” she admitted.

I leaned back, feeling her follow me into the space. When she climbed across my lap, I felt the weight of her body press into my lap — felt my cock stir to attention underneath her, unrestrained in the loose fit of my sweatpants.

She gasped, rocking her hips against me. The strap of her night dress fell down over one shoulder, and I leaned to kiss the bare skin it left, tasting the night air on her body.

“Blake…”

“I don’t want to rush you,” I said, even as my heart pounded against hers. Even as I could feel my lion stirring. Eager.Desperate. “If you want to go slow. If this isn’t what you want…”

“I want it. I do.”

Without a second more to waste, I pressed our foreheads together, drinking in the moment. I wanted to savor the sensation of being close to her for the first time, but I couldn’t wait for long before nudging her nose with mine, and meeting her lips for a deep, long kiss.

I could feel her melting against me — the light pressure of her chest against mine, her nipples forming soft peaks below the thin fabric of her night dress. I could feel her breath picking up as we kissed, and her hands raking through the short sides of my hair.

“God,” she said, pulling back a little and cupping my face. “What are you doing to me?”

“I haven’t even started,” I said. I slid my hands up her thighs, fingertips creeping beneath the soft cotton of her night dress. Jessica shivered closer, knees tightening around me. My hands traveled further up, and I let her shuddering breath guide me to continue, feeling her lean closer and the hot air of her breath against my neck as my fingertips ghosted the front of her panties.

“Blake…”

I groaned, catching her lips again as I rode the sensation of her friction against my cock. She ground down into me, keening and moaning. When she let her dress fall away from her top half, pooling at her waist and exposing the soft, smooth mounds of her breasts, I leaned forward to kiss them. “You’re beautiful.”

Her hands trailed down, leaving a line of fire across the sharp-cut lines of my abs. I could tell what she wanted even before she began tugging at my waistband. Taking her weight, I lifted both her and my hips so that she could tug my sweatpants down, and relished in the eager gasp I heard as she found nothing but skin underneath.

“God! You’re so big. I want you so bad.”

Without my sweatpants between us, I could feel her panties damp against my cock. She was desperate now, arching her back and rocking down into me.

“Fuck, Jessica. You’re so wet.”

She moaned, lifting one of my hands down to guide it to the crotch of her panties. I rubbed a small circle over the front of her sex, enjoying the rippling sounds of her pleasure, and then pulled the fabric gently aside.

“Please, Blake. I can’t wait any more.”

I kissed her again, humming my agreement, and only broke away to guide my cock to her entrance. I lifted her slightly, ears tuned to the soft staccato of her enjoyment, and let her come down on me. Felt the sweet heat of her — the perfection of sliding together.

“Oh,God, Blake…”

She was already moving on me, rolling her hips forward to ride her pleasure out of me. I would have given her anything she wanted, and wouldn’t stop her for the world — so I kept my hands on her hips, carefully guiding and lifting her as she loved herself on my cock.

Even now, it felt like more than sex. When I saw the bounce of her breasts, or the red flush across her collarbones, or caught a glimpse of her beautiful sex, it took my breath away. It was so much more than the physical pleasure we felt — and it waswe. I could feel her excitement magnifying mine. Knew that I couldn’t feel good unless she did.

Her eyes fluttered shut, head tossed back as she rode herself closer to her peak.

“Mmm.”

“Yeah, Jessica,” I said, massaging at her hips with tight hands. “God. Just like that. You’re so fucking perfect.”

I could have lost myself just watching her. I almost did, but only when she came did it finally push me over — only when her eyes screwed up tight, mouth falling open as her back arched hard, body clenching around me and shuddering with the intensity of her pleasure. I came too, thrusting up inside her with a quiet groan of pleasure, and holding her there close against me. We were close enough to kiss, but for a few long moments we just caught our breath, noses pressed together and with her arms wrapped tight around me.

“Oh my god,” she said. The tension in her body loosened and she shifted forward against me, suddenly loose and soft against my bare chest. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close as I felt her heartbeat finally begin to slow.

“Uh-huh,” I agreed. After all these years of searching, I’d never felt such an intense connection before, not least the first time I’d been with a woman. I didn’t want to let her go. Didn’t feel like she wanted me to. I kissed the cool dampness of her forehead, and let my mind focus on the rise and fall of her chest — the squash of her breasts against me. “You are… absolutely perfect.”

“No,” she insisted, nuzzling into my shoulder — but I could feel her smiling, and I smoothed my hands over the small of her back.

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