Page 26 of Her Eternal Mate

“I know we’re not supposed to talk shop while we’re on this nice date, but what do you think will happen tomorrow?” I asked. It was something that was at the forefront of my mind, and no matter how much I tried to tether myself to the present, I couldn’t help but think about it.

“I am not worried about it all. Whatever happens, I know that my mate is with me. Our bond has never been stronger than it is now. Besides, the Clandestine Order is nothing but medieval bureaucracy. They’ve been too out of touch with the real world. They literally sit in their ivory tower and judge the world from on high. It might open their eyes to our troubles if we take a stand tomorrow instead of just letting them berate us,” Will said. “And that’s why I’m not worried. I intend to give them a piece of my mind. So should you.”

“That’s good advice,” I said, mulling his words in my mind. “Maybe they need to know how lax they’ve gotten.”

“Exactly, and I’m afraid that’s enough work talk for now. It seems that our waiter has arrived.”

I looked around and saw our waiter arriving with two big trays balancing on each arm. From the moment he set the trays on our table to the moment we finished eating, it was all a fantastical blur of great taste, excellent drinks, good times, hearty talk, and cheery laughter. It was exactly what I needed.

After that, Will and I got into our car and headed to the Airbnb that we’d booked. The night was still young when we checked into our cozy little crafty one-bedroom apartment, but I had some ideas in mind as to how to remedy that.

“Nightcap, my love?” I asked, standing at the kitchenette where the Airbnb host had graciously left some wine in the decanter.

But instead of replying, Will came behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist, and kissed me deep on the neck. It was so sudden that a moan escaped me as I felt his coarse beard brush against my smooth neck.

For a second, it seemed as if this was our life. That everything we had left behind in Fiddler’s Green was just a dream. In reality, we were this couple who lived in a small loft-like one-room apartment with brick walls and overflowing indoor plants. I closed my eyes and imagined myself deeper into this fantasy.

But Will’s hands were on my hips, making them gently sway, and his lips on the back of my neck brought me back to the real world, a world where I was feeling sexually charged. There was no more anticipation about what would happen tomorrow. Tomorrow was tomorrow’s problem.

Right now, I wanted to make love to my man.

I reached behind me to where he stood, my hand tracing the outline of his rock-hard cock. It throbbed against his tight jeans, begging to be let free. I slowly turned around and found myself staring into his intent eyes, his face all huffed up with sexual excitement, his arms wrapped around my shoulders, snuggly fitting me in his tight embrace.

“You have been by my side every step of the way,” Will whispered into my ear. “And I cherish you for it.”

“I am your mate. It is my duty, my desire, and my honor,” I whispered back, caressing the back of his neck with my fingers, then lowering my fingers past his waist, grabbing his firm butt.

“I love you,” Will said.

“I love you too.”

What happened next was truly magical.

He lifted me off my feet, holding me in his arms as he took me to the bedroom, kissing me on my lips all the while. I felt protected and safe in his embrace. He laid me down on the bed, then, while towering over me, took off his shirt and his jeans.

I cast a glance to the window on my right, seeing the rain clouds gather over the city, those rain clouds rumbling low with their thunder, lightning shining in their gray vastness. The first of the raindrops began pattering on the windowpane as Will lowered himself onto me.

It was warm in this room. Against that infamous New York coldness outside, being with him, sharing this warm bed, rubbing against his warm body—it all felt supremely wonderful.

I reached out to Will, grabbed hold of his shoulders, and pulled him closer. He looked battle-worn, his body covered in muscles and scars. But there was a quiet sort of dignity in the way his naked body shone in the light of the lamp. A subtle attraction.

He slowly positioned himself between my thighs, his dick prodding against my vulva. I was already wet down there after everything that had happened tonight. The dinner, the talking, the slow drive to the apartment, and the cresting of the sensual tension between us that had been teetering towards a climax all night long. That climax was so near now.

Part of me wanted to skip the foreplay and go down to the heart of the deed. The sex itself. But the other part of me wanted to touch that glistening cock, rub its shiny tip, and play with it. Stroke it. Suck it.

I slid down from under him till I was facing his penis. It looked so tempting, hanging there all erect, veiny, and pulsating.

Gently lifting my face, I slowly took it in my mouth and heard Will moan as I swallowed the entire length of his cock into my mouth, sucking it vigorously, all the while running my tongue down its length and cradling the balls in my hands as I blew him.

We picked up a slow rhythm where he thrust his cock, and I took it deeper into my mouth, allowing him to get pleasure from the insides of my cheeks, my tongue, and my throat. But while I was doing this, Will turned around such that his face was between my thighs. With his cock still in my mouth, he bent down and licked my pussy, making it tender with his lips, spit, and tongue.

We lay in bed, comfortable in this dynamic position where I was sucking his cock, and he was cradling my clit on the tip of his tongue, and it wasn’t until I had my first orgasm from his exquisite oral sex that we stopped.

Panting, I let go of his bulging dick and propped myself on the bed, ready for the taking. He came over me again, stooping below to kiss me on the lips, rubbing his tongue against my tongue, and then gently sliding his cock down my wet vagina.

A loud moan escaped me as he went balls deep into me, his cock pounding inside me like a hammer, and then I was all right. His sturdy, warm, and long length inside me brought me sexual ecstasy. It was as if all my pleasure sensors were being engaged a hundred percent.

And then, just as I had wanted it, just as I had thought of it in my mind, he became rougher. He grabbed my shoulders and laid on top of me, vigorously plowing me, causing me to wrap my legs around him and buckle up for what lay ahead.

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