Page 116 of The Awakening
“Then don’t last. And stop squirming away!” I smirk, dipping back down into him. I move up from his opening to tenderly bite and pull at the heavy skin beneath his shaft—which is very hard. He sucks in a sharp breath, but then says my name when he exhales and it isglorious. Fucking fantastic. I want to stay low and play a little longer, but now I’m distracted by the fullness of his cock. I lift up, licking the underside of him in a long stroke.
Jun is swearing and breathing and saying my name, desperately, like the release he’s been fighting is seconds from overtaking him—like the swell of an ocean wave about to crash onto the shore. I lower my head, gradually taking the length of him into my mouth and enjoying every inch, because Jun hasn’t ever let me do this before, either.
He tastes… like how he smells. The same concentrated, delicious, sweet and woodsy essence that flows all through him—that wafts out from his skin and every inch of him. Christ. This has never been delicious to me before. Tolerable at best, but not distinctly enticing like this.
I relax my jaw, letting my tongue slide against him as he slowly lifts his hips up and into me. I grip him underneath his cock, willing him to finish so I can taste him fully. I realize Iwantit, and he feels satisfyingly thick and full in my mouth.
It doesn’t take long before Jun grunts, his body tensing as I feel and taste him come. I breathe and swallow, relaxing my gag reflex until he’s spent and finished. As he comes down from the high, I feel his fingers threading into my hair and gripping against my scalp. He urges me up his length and I blink, surprised. I was so focused, I hadn’t realized that my eyes alighted while they were closed.
His chest is slowly rising and falling and his glowing eyes are soft. “I want you inside me.” His hand moves down from my hair to caress and cup my too-warm face in his palm, and I smile. As I sit upright, Junichi lifts and slides the second pillow from beside his head so that it rests underneath his hips.
“I haven’t even stretched you yet.” I grab the lube, make quick work of wetting my fingers then toss it away.
“We can do that together.”
“Together?” I ask, crawling my fingers toward his opening, then very slowly push one inside him. He exhales and closes his eyes. I can feel him relaxing around my finger.
“Does this feel alright?” I ask. I’m carefully pulsing my finger in, then dragging it back.
“Mm,” Jun breathes, his eyes still closed. “You’re perfect. Are you alright?”
“I’m fine.” I grin, steadily working. “I’m enjoying you—I always do—but… I don’t usually get to do these things.”
“Because I don’t let anyone do these things.”
Eventually, I draw back and ease two fingers inside. Jun groans, but then I feel him relax around me again.
After a couple of minutes of this, he surprises me when he moves his own hand between his legs, caresses his finger against my lubed hand, then slowly adds a third finger into himself to help me stretch him. Holy shit. He closes his indigo eyes tight and arches his neck to what we’re doing. Gasping through parted lips, he’s stunning, and I have to remind myself to breathe.
Our fingers pulse and stretch him, and with my free hand, I switch between caressing his tight tummy and gripping and squeezing his shaft. My aura has been pretty quiet since Jun pulled it in the bathtub, but watching him breathe and writhe underneath my hand is stirring it up again. Also, the urge to feed from him is starting to flood my consciousness. I’ve been focused on him, and my priority is thathefeels comfortable with me and in this moment, but my hunger for him is slowly engulfing my senses like a dense fog rolling into a harbor.
“I’m ready.” He groans, opening his glowing eyes. I swallow hard as we gently remove our fingers.
I crawl forward, and Jun glides his palms against my hips to bring me down and closer to him, but my voice is serious. “Tell me if I should stop.”
He shakes his head against the pillow, biting his lip again. “You won’t need to stop.”
I grab myself as I rest lower in between his legs. My anxiety is present. I can feel it humming just at the edges of my consciousness, but I ignore it and stroke myself, trying not to get into my own head and focusing on this beautiful man underneath me.
When I place myself at his opening, Jun caresses down my skin and grips my arse with both hands, urging me inside. I slowly push through, watching him close his eyes and breathe with his mouth open slightly. He’s so warm and tight, his large hands clenching me. It’s honestly enough to push me over the edge right now when I haven’t done anything. But I inhale and close my eyes, then blow it out, focusing.
Before I even have a chance to pump into him, he shifts his hips up and into me. My breath catches, and I rest down on my elbows so I’m just above his face. Our foreheads and noses are perfectly in line, gently touching. He grips and drives himself into me again—tight and hard. His breath is puffing against my lips as they brush together. There’s no way I can keep this up for much longer. He feels too good, his scent is overwhelming me and my nature is hot and going wild. Everything is swelling like fire in my groin.
“Jun, I—” He grips me and rolls his hips up into my shaft this time, and I breathe a sound I only make when I’m with Jun.
He doesn’t speak, but tilts his head and places the softest kiss on my mouth. I feel one of his hands crawl between my cheeks, and his finger is teasing my opening as he drives himself into me again. When he sweetly brushes his nose into me, that pushes me over. I groan and let everything burning in my groin flourish, let it simultaneously rush out of me and up my spine to my brain. It makes our connection even wetter inside Jun and it makes me tremble.
While I’m still in the throes of it, the urge to feed from him is crippling—the desire and need almost painful. I haven’t fed from him at all since we’ve been back together, and I was afraid to ask, but now my body is shaking from want of it.
“Feed, sunshine. You don’t ever need to hesitate.”
I don’t know how he knows, but all I can do is lean down and lap my tongue against his neck before I bite into him and feed gratuitously—completely indulging in his divine blood. This blood I was awakened with. This blood that is, has been and will always be an integral part of me. I love him and the taste of him more than anything, so I pour it into him, wanting him to understand how much he means to me. How grateful I am for him.
When I’m done, I open my eyes, and the blueish-violet light is surrounding us again. Warmly cocooning us and making the dimly lit room brighter. I lick his neck, but when I try to pull out of his body, he wraps his arms around me and holds me tight against him.
“Thank you,” he says, exhaling. “For giving me this. All of this.”
I’m about to tell him that I would give him anything he wanted. Everything. But his chest is rising and falling in a slow rhythm underneath me and his eyes are closed. His grip is still warm and tight around my back and waist, so I don’t move. I let him hold me, even though he’s gradually falling asleep.
