Erika
“Again?” she asked at some unknown hour in the morning.
“Pretty please,” he rumbled into her ear, his fingers sliding up her side tantalizingly, promising to find all the places she wanted him to and do many, many things to them.
“Okay, but this time I want it slow,” she told him, biting her lip as she rolled onto her back.
“I can do that,” he said softly, moving on top of her before nuzzling his face in her neck, then kissing up to her ear. “I can make love to you, my love. Anytime.”
Erika shivered at the way he said it, the promise of forever in his voice in a way she knew no human could ever match. Not even herself, though she’d tried at several points during the long, mostly sleepless night. The idea of it no longer scared her, although she did hope that despite her voice not having that same iron confidence to it as his did, that she meant it all the same.
Sometimes one just had to recognize that there were differences between them. She was human after all. So far he hadn’t seemed the slightest bit concerned about that, or anything. Erika was worried about the morning, once they went to Andrew’s office. Neither of them knew what he was going to say, or what was to become of their union. It worried her that their fate was unknown and—
Harden’s finger dipped between her legs and her attention was abruptly focused elsewhere—on a small little circle that he drew with the soft tip of his index finger, making contact so lightly that she almost didn’t know it was there. Somehow she still had the energy for it, much to her surprise. The reaction from her body was swift and powerful.
“Mmm,” her mate growled, lowering his mouth to one of her breasts as he watched her nipples harden under his touch. He took one into his mouth and she moaned as the heat of his tongue washed over her, making circles in time with his finger.
“How can you be thinking of doing that, at a time like this?” she gasped.
“A time like what?” he said, lifting his mouth from one nipple and attaching it to the other.
“You. Know.” She only got one word out at a time, each punctuated by gasps as he rubbed his finger slightly harder across her.
“Because I see this,” he said, running a hand over her body, “and I just can’t help myself.”
“Flatterer,” she said, sinking back into the bed, all further protests disappearing as his mouth burned a line of fire down over her ribs, across her soft stomach, and between her legs, his tongue replacing his finger, much to her delight.
“For you? Anything,” he growled, then set to work.
Erika’s back arched and she bit on the back of the fingers of her left hand, soft cries of pleasure pushing past them as he ran his tongue back and forth slowly over her. It was excruciating. With a half moan/half whimper she took the back of his head and pulled it in tighter to her.
“Harder,” she ordered, shuddering as he obeyed without argument.
Her head sank back into the bed, one hand in her mouth to bite on, the other unconsciously playing with her chest. Harden’s hands wrapped around her hips and pulled her tight to his mouth, holding her still even as she gyrated against him involuntarily, spurred on by the climax she felt fast approaching.
After a long night’s worth of activity, it didn’t take long for her to crash through another orgasm. Especially with the way Harden seemed to know her body, and to be able to give her exactly what she wanted. Never too hard, never too slow. Always right. She wondered if mind reading was another power shifters had, but just didn’t reveal.
Then he was on top of her, and all other thoughts fled her mind as she spread her legs wide, watching him. With a grin she reached down and caught his shaft, stroking it gently as it throbbed to life in her hand. Once it was fully hard she rubbed him gently on her opening and then guided him deep inside of her. He slid in easily, her body now mostly used to his size.
“It can’t be like this every day,” she moaned as he filled her completely. “Can it? You must get tired.”
He pretended to think, his hips still thrusting back and forth with exquisite slowness, teasing her and yet allowing her to savor his length at the same time. It was a beautiful agony he put her through.
“I mean, there might be days where we don’t see each other. But they will be few and far between. So, I mean, it might be like this.”
“Oh my,” she said weakly. “What a rough life.”
Harden leaned in close to kiss her, covering her mouth with his. When he parted, there was a wicked gleam to his eye. “We can do it rough if you like,” he teased.
Erika gulped in a mixture of excitement and nervousness. “Maybe not today,” she squeaked out.
Her mate nodded. “Wasn’t planning on it.”
“Good.” She pulled him down for another kiss, the both of them making pleasured noises as they did.
Moments later, he stiffened and she could tell he was close. “I want it,” she whispered. “Don’t stop, no matter what.”
He grunted an understanding and continued to thrust into her. Erika pushed a hand between them and started to touch herself, eyes focused on his face. She watched his features contort and scrunch up, his mouth hanging part way open. It was the hottest thing she’d seen, and her body responded.
“I’m so close,” she whispered. “Harden, fuck me. Fuck me!”
The response was a quickening of his pace, his hips slamming into hers as she bucked and cried out. Her orgasm rushed at her, hitting moments before he exploded inside of her. She shuddered and struggled to breathe, lungs refusing to work as the heat of him inside of her strengthened her climax to new heights, leaving her a weak, limp mess as he rolled off her eventually, crashing onto his back.
Neither of them spoke for several minutes, trying to recover their wits.
“Every day you say?” she asked eventually.
Harden just grinned.