Page 12 of Charisma

“We’re having our first date. Hopefully, I’m doing well enough you'll allow me to kiss you.”

“At the rate you’re going, you’re going to get more than a kiss.” My promise has a deep growl come from somewhere in his rumbling chest.

“I think my bear is onboard with that,” he teases, a light blush covering his face.

“Can we skip the foreplay and get to the good stuff?” I ask, liking that I’ve got him a bit rattled.

“As much as I want to say yes, I’m going to decline for the time being because you deserve this right now, Risma,” he softly replies. “This is just a small way for me to show you how much you mean to me. We’ve become friends thanks to our proximity, but it’s more than that. I can laugh with you, be myself around you, treat you like the precious woman you are to me.”

Okay, if he doesn’t stop with all the sweet words, I’m going to start stripping clothes off my body and climb him like the animal he is. My breasts are heavy, my nipples erect and hard, my core has been steadily pulsing which tells me my panties are soaked with desire.

For him.

My mate.

“You undo me with what you’re saying,” I murmur, picking my drink, which he just refilled for me without me asking, and taking a lady-like sip.

“Just telling you the truth, Risma. I knew we were mates from our very first encounter, and since I knew you weren’t aware of that fact, I’ve had all this time to get to know you. I see how you are with the other women, what you do for the others in this community we’ve built. You’re kind, compassionate, generous to a fault, and thanks to Mother Earth, my mate.” His voice gets huskier and deeper with every word spoken, the tone sending pleasurable sensations to strum throughout my body.

“You’re killing me,” I say, sliding closer to him, uncaring that I’ve smashed what’s left of the grapes.They’ll just add to all the juices, I think while smiling wickedly as I launch myself into his arms.

I’m typically not this bold with romantic partners, but when we're out on a job I’m in your face, right smack dab in the middle of the thick of things, my personality is more ballsy—except when it comes to my man, apparently… he brings out my bashful side.

But I’m also the perfect spy, I hover in the background of things, preferring to be neither seen nor heard… I’m known in our group as the watcher, I gather intelligence. I help plan combat maneuvers; help plot attacks. When it comes to the safety of my people I hold nothing back.

Yet when my lips touch his and his arms wrap around to pull me closer, I forget my normal brassy attitude and become hesitant with my words and actions. I will however admit that I’m glad I took the proverbial leap and jumped in headfirst without overthinking things.

BALDWIN

Her plump lips taste like honey as I move my mouth against hers. Not getting enough, I grip her head and tilt it to the side so I can fully plunder her mouth. My heart is nearly beating out of my chest as our tongues finally touch. Addictive. If I had to choose one word to describe what it feels like to kiss my mate, my Charisma, it would be that one.

Tiny whimpers are coming from her as she writhes on my lap, having somehow straddled me so her hot core is pressed against my raging boner. My hands are now gripping her hips of their own volition as I take my time learning her taste.

“Fucking ambrosia,” I growl out, my bear hovering as well, eager to continue our current activities. “Charisma.” Her name’s no more than a breathy whisper on my own lips, something I’d deny to my dying day if any of the guys were around. Thankfully, we’re in a somewhat isolated area, so I have no worries we’ll be stumbled upon.

“Baldwin.” She returns my affections with enthusiasm and soon, we’re lying on the blanket, both shirtless as I caress her ample chest. When I flick my tongue across one of her distended nipples, her legs convulse and scissor as she tries to get some friction to cool her aching pussy.

“I don’t want to rush this,” I moan, as my bear grumbles his dislike for this idea. As his moaning reverberates through my mind, Charisma’s hand lowers and cups my balls, lightly rolling them around in the palm of her hand and massaging them with her fingers. “Fuck.” My chest vibrates as my eyes cross from her fondling.

The very second my bear clawed my insides and roared out the word “mate”,back when we initially crossed paths with Charisma, I’ve not pursued any type of sexual contact outside of jerking off to ease the pressure, so her hands on me are like balm to my chaffing shaft.

“It’s not rushing, Baldwin. We’ve been dancing around each other for a while now, haven’t we? I mean, I was attracted to you even though you pissed me off at times. Obviously, you’re interested in me. Let’s not prolong the inevitable. I don’t want you to court me, I want you to bite me, mate me. I don’t want to pussy foot around this. You can keep up the affinity to win my heart, but Baldwin, it’s already yours. I feel it,here.” She emphasizes this by pointing her finger to where her heart is encased. Then, she taps her temple asserting, “And Iknowit here.”

Those are all the words of confirmation man and bear needs to pounce. The patient side of me, the one who wanted to take his time and wow her with his prowess, snaps. I lift up and grab her ponytail with my fingers and tugging her neck backward. “You want this now, you’ve got it,” I hum, tracing the vein extending from her neckline to her ear with my tongue. My taste buds explode with her feminine perfume and a purr from my inner beast rumbles from my sternum.

“Yes,” she hisses as I slightly bite down on her ear. “Do that again.” Seems as if my little vampiress likes a dab of pain with her pleasure, something I’m more than willing to give her. This time when I apply a tad more pressure on the lobe with my blunt teeth, she jolts and moans. Licking the flash of pain away ignites the flame and I push her further into the ground and lay on her to where our chest plates are aligned and we’re touching skin-to-skin.

Starting at her chin, I kiss my way down her chest until my eyes are level with her protruding nipples. “Damn, they’re the color of my favorite fruit, cherries.”

“Baldwin, please.”

“Please what, Risma? What do you need from me?”

“Touch me, lick me, taste me,” she cries, her needy fragrance making its way through the air and landing smack dab into my sinuses. My dick thickens and my mouth waters from the sweet scent.

“As you wish,” my beast rumbles, taking over my vocals and pronouncing himself to his mate. He wants… no, he needs her to know he’s here with us and will be part of the claiming process.

Sitting back, I slide her leggings along with the most delectable pair of lace panties I’ve ever seen down her body, tossing them haphazardly behind me, before quickly disrobing. I nearly trip over my own two legs when I realize I forgot to take my shoes off first. At least hers were slip-ons that came off with no problem while I’ve got my customary heavy-duty work boots on. Her giggles at my dilemma have me giving her a mock glare until I peruse her body, flushed and glowing, below me. “Fuck, Charisma, you’re stunning,” I mutter, finally getting out of my clothes so I’m standing directly above her, my cock jutting out as if seeking her heated sheath.

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