Daci

 

Holt was upset with himself. I could see it on his face. He had been so worried about pleasing me, then that happened. But I wasn’t concerned. It was just our first time. I didn’t expect to have mind-blowing sex on the very first try. But, evidently, that’s what Holt had anticipated.

“Baby, don’t worry about it.” I wrapped my arm around his waist and held him tight to my front. The friction of his back across my breasts caused my lower region to spasm with need.

“I’m so sorry, Daci. I…” he started.

“Don’t, Holt. We have a lot of time to get this right. It was our first time.”

He rolled to face me. “I just thought it would be different than that. I thought it would be better. I wanted it to be better than that for you.”

“We could always try again, if you’re up to it.”

“Now?”

“Sure. Why not?”

“Does it hurt, there?”

“I can get past that. I want to feel you in me again.”

“Yeah,” he huffed. “What if it happens again?”

“If it does, we’ll try again. We’ll just keep doing it. We have the rest of our lives to keep practicing and getting better.” I chuckled.

“I like the way you think, Daci. I feel like I’m the luckiest man alive to have you for a mate.” He nuzzled his nose into my neck, then kissed and gently sucked on me. He rolled onto his back, pulling me with him until I was straddling his torso. I could feel him growing beneath me. My hips rocked, allowing me to feel his thick length between my slick lips. The tingles radiated through me. When I felt his cock head at my entrance, I pushed my hips against him. I needed to feel him inside me.

“You want me, princess?”

“I do. I really want to feel you again.”

He flipped me onto my back and hovered over me. He sniffed and inhaled deeply several times.

“I love your amazing scent.”

My temperature seemed to get warmer at his comment. I hadn’t realized I had a smell. But I guessed I must. He definitely had a scent to him and it made me insane.

Holt’s fingers glided through my slickness, then he gently slid one deep inside me, then dragged it back not completely leaving my core before he pushed it back inside me. My walls clenched around his digit as he did that over and over.

“Are you going to make me beg?” I asked.

“Hmm. As much as I like the idea of you begging me for my cock, I won’t make you do that. Not this time.”

We smiled at each other. His fingers made their way in and out a few more times before he reached under my legs and pulled me closer to him. His cock was as ready for me as I was ready for him.

“Ready for me?” he asked.

“I’ve been ready.”

He pressed the tip against my entrance and entered me with more ease than the first time. My walls stretched to accommodate his size.

“Mmm,” I moaned as he filled me with a slow, steady thrust of his hips. So far, so good, I thought.

“Ahh,” Holt groaned. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. “Damn, you feel so fucking good.” He held himself all the way inside my core for several seconds before he moved. He slowly dragged his dick out, leaving just the tip inside me, then thrust back inside my cavern.

“Damn,” I moaned. My fingers dug into his forearms. The fullness and pressure inside me felt so good. His pace picked up and he pumped inside me a little faster. He’d already lasted longer than the first time, and I was grateful for that. My hips rose to meet his as he drove forward, then rocked back down when he withdrew.

He grunted, and moaned as we found our rhythm together.

I was his.

 

Holt

 

I was so embarrassed after the first time making love to Daci, if what happened could even be called that. It was a pathetic attempt at making love. I’d masturbated on several occasions and knew how to keep myself from coming, I knew how to take myself to the brink of exploding and stop, let the feeling subside, then go again. I thought I’d taught myself how to last.

But when I felt Daci, so tight around my shaft, and so wet, it was over. I never expected pussy to feel that good. As hard as I’d tried to not come my dick refused to listen, and no sooner had I gotten myself all the way seated inside her heat then I lost control. I wasn’t even a two-minute man; it was more like twenty seconds. It was the best feeling and the worst feeling all at the same time.

This time things were much better as far as being able to control myself. I surpassed the two-minute mark, but I barely had any semblance of true restraint. Her pheromone scent of honey and a hint of vanilla was making me crazy.

Her fingers released the grip she had on my forearms and her hands glided up my arms until her fingers were in my hair. She tugged me down to her and our mouths met. I moaned into her mouth at her taste.

She kept wiggling her hips beneath me as I stroked in and out of her. I was fighting a losing battle. She was milking my cock, and it wanted to give her everything I had.

My Wolf was telling me it was time to claim her. It was time to make her mine. My lips kissed down her cheek, down to her neck. My primal urges forced my fangs to descend, piercing her delicate skin as my mouth wrapped around her and took in the blood that flowed from her. She screamed my name just as I licked over the wounds to help them heal.

No sooner had I lapped across her puncture wounds than she pulled my neck to her mouth and sank her fangs into me. I howled in pleasure as I lost all control of my manhood and filled her with my release, then collapsed on top of her.

Within seconds I rolled to my back beside the love of my life. I was getting better, but I was still falling way short. I know women have orgasms, but I was almost certain she hadn’t had one. And that fact made me feel like a selfish pig. I had to figure out how to fully satisfy her.

“That was so nice,” she cooed.

“You’re too kind. We both know I fell short again. I didn’t make sure you were pleased before I lost control.”

She rolled onto her side to face me, her head propped up in her hand. “We have plenty more time for that. We just have to keep practicing.”