Her sweet pink tongue snuck out to chase mine when I pulled back then licked her swollen mouth.
“On the bed,” I ordered as I stood up and went into the bathroom to look for some kinda lube.
No way I was takin’ a virgin ass without it.
I almost laughed when I reached into the first drawer under the sink and found a half-used jar of the stuff.
Trust my biker brethren to be prepared for that shit.
When I came back into the room, Lila was naked, her hair a dark mess of curls spilled like ink over the white pillows. Her legs were spread, but not far, and I knew without havin’ to check any further that my momentary distance had made her shy.
“You think that’s enough for me?” I asked in a voice I didn’t recognize, low and throaty. “When I told you I was deviant man, what did you think? That you could just spread your legs and I’d step on up? Fuck you vanilla style ‘til our teeth ache with the sweetness of it?”
I dipped down over her, fist to the bed, my other palm a heavy weight on her sternum, pressing her to the bed just to illustrate my strength.
“I don’t just want your pussy, Lila. I wanna see all the ways I can fill it up and watch it go from pink to red with achy, furious desire. I wanna put my fingers in it when I press my cock into your ass. I wanna lave it with my tongue until you squirm and beg to come in my mouth. You want me to fuck you? I will. But I’ll do it bulldozing every inhibition you might have.”
Her pupils ate up the hazel of her eyes, leavin’ only deep, dark pools of unfiltered desire.
“You ready for that?” I asked roughly as I leaned in to snag her lower lip between my teeth.
Her gasp made me feel like a heathen conquerin’ his maiden spoils…it shouldn’t have been so hot, so filthy to think of takin’ this girl so much younger and purer than myself in ways both delicious and fuckin’ deviant.
But it was.
“Hold your legs back and open for me, I want total access to this pretty pussy and ass,” I told her as I moved away to chuck my clothes, watchin’ as she immediately obeyed me, her eyes gone to black beneath her thick lashes.
There was somethin’ intensely vulnerable about her laying there, legs held back and tremblin’ with excitement and nerves. She’d always trusted me, but this was new. I was askin’ her to hand over her body as well as her heart and mind. It shouldn’t have been such a big thing in comparison to the weight of the other two, the thoughts and soul of a person, but it was.
Lila’s body had been a sacred place for the two of us for years, the fertile soil where our flowers grew. A safe place for us to seed the love we had for each other and watch it grow, free of judgements and obstacles. Just our twined emotions as they grew with us in age and changed just as acutely as our bodies, ripenin’ and maturin’ into somethin’ we could no longer ignore.
Bein’ able to feel those flowers as they bloomed over her skin, tastin’ the peonies at her thighs and the lilies at her pulse points, was like bein’ granted access to a pilgrim’s place, a holy grail I wanted to kneel and pray before.
So I did, gettin’ on my knees in the bed to play my fingers over her wet folds, dippin’ in the well, up to her clit and back down to her tight ass.
“Tell me you want me, Li,” I said softly as I coated my fingers in the lube and started to press at the rosebud of her ass. “Tell me you want to feel me from the inside out.”
She gasped sharply as I breached her then moaned, long and guttural as I started to open her up. “I want you, Nova. I’ve only ever wanted you.”
Those words wrapped like a hand around my dick and pulled, wrenchin’ a groan that seemed torn from the heart of me. I dipped my head to lap at the cream spillin’ from her pussy as I gently coaxed another finger into the tight clasp of her ass.
Every lap of my tongue there, every groan and movement of her body as it flexed and struggled against the crest of climax reduced me to less of a man.
And more of a beast.
By the time I had three fingers inside her, her first orgasm quiverin’ under my mouth, slidin’ across my tongue, I was gone.
No more thoughts, no more reservations.
She was mine.
And I was hers in the way a wolf is owned by his moon, elementally, fuckin’ irrevocably.