46 Stall

Jack Mature

I could never tire of the body of my mate. Watching her come undone was possibly the sweetest thing that I had ever seen in my life, and I wanted to see it again and again. Her face as her body strained and shuddered was about all I could possibly want.

But I wasn’t going to last through provoking that multiple times as much as I wished I would, and I did not want to disappoint her—or myself—now that I finally had her in my bed. It didn’t help that I could feel her feelings leaking through the bond now and she wanted me, too.

Leaving her to grab a condom, I rolled it on and came back down on her, and lined myself up at the entrance to her sweet body. Her eyes met mine, full of acceptance and want, and that was all that I needed to begin to slide into her, hoping that the way I was doing this would be enough to please her.

Indescribable pressure and heat surrounded me and I paused for a moment, trying not to spill on the first stroke. She would be understanding if I did, no doubt, but I did not want to see sympathy in her eyes if that happened. So I gritted my teeth, and I pushed in until our pelvises were flush—it felt so unbelievably good, better than I could have imagined—and then out again, starting a rhythm that felt good to me, and to her, if the sounds she was making were anything to go by. She wrapped her sexy legs around me, and I threaded my fingers through hers, and I adjusted the rhythm, going by instinct alone and desperately hoping she was satisfied.

I hadn’t looked at my phone in hours, so I couldn’t even guess how long I lasted, but I knew it wasn’t nearly as long as I wanted to spend inside her. When I couldn’t take the torturous pleasure anymore, my body shuddered as I released, into the beautiful woman beneath me, into my mate, and I couldn’t have asked for anything else. It was better than anything, infinitely better than dealing with my frustration while thinking about her in the shower like I had been since I had met her.

Careful not to rest all my weight on her, I looked down, with slight trepidation, only to find a smile of pure feminine satisfaction on her face. I kissed her lips lightly, and she deepened it for a long sensuous moment.

Then, although pulling out of her was the last thing I wanted to do, I lifted my weight off my delicate mate so I wouldn’t crush her and slipped away. My eyes wandered her form, so perfect for me in every way, this mate that I adored.

As she moved, I watched with fascination the way her body looked. Enthralling, and I felt the first stirrings of craving for her again. She pushed herself off the bed, and moved towards me, and I pulled her up against me. “I love you,” I said, completely without thinking, and then wondered if I should have said it at all.

“I love you, too,” she said, eyes steady. I could feel her certainty through the bond. Joy, deeper than I could have imagined, took hold in me. My mate, marked and claiming to love me, and I could feel her happiness, too.

I kissed her, so glad I had her. She was worth any wait. “I’m really going to have to teach you how to block the bond,” I told her as our lips parted.

“Really? Why?” she asked, trying out our link again, voice slightly tentative.

“I can feel some of your emotions. I don’t mind...I love it, but you might want some privacy. I was preoccupied before, but now...well, I’m still preoccupied.”

She smiled mischievously. “I love your preoccupation. You know, if you hadn’t told me you hadn’t done this before, I wouldn’t have known.”

I did like hearing that. “Oh?”

“Well, it’s not like I’m like some expert myself, but that just about blew my mind.”

This was hands down the best conversation of my life. “Mine, too.”

“We’ll have to do it again. Next time though. I should really get home now,” she said, and then she leaned down to pick up her underwear from where they landed. I couldn’t help but watch her ass she did it.

“Want a shower first?” I offered, trying to think of ways to keep her with me just a bit longer.

She smiled, “No, I’ll just take one at home.”

“You have a shower?” I’d been picturing a very delightfully naked Aura bathing in a river. It just seemed like a fae thing, considering the aversion to human inventions.

She giggled. “My family is shockingly progressive when it comes to human tech. My dad also has a cell phone and a truck, you know.”

“My pack will be able to smell what we did if we get close to anyone,” I warned her.

She paused to consider. “Well, I’m okay with that. I’m sure they can smell all sorts of things and it’s quite normal for them.” I was torn between happiness that she didn’t seem to care if people knew we’d finally moved forward with our relationship and disappointment that my stall tactic wasn’t effective.

Apparently my disappointment was evident, because my mate, now wearing only her underwear, turned to me and pecked me on the lips. “I’ll stay here another time, but I don’t want my parents to worry. Now do you want to drive me, or should I fly home?”

Well, there was an obvious answer for that. I pulled on my own discarded clothing and got ready to reluctantly take my mate home.