Ezra
I’ve never been with a human before, but Dagger doesn’t disappoint. She’s incredible. She’s sexy and seductive and damn, does she know how to move her hips perfectly.
I’m deep inside of her and she wiggles her body, moving in a beautiful rhythm that has me on the edge of orgasm much sooner than it should.
“Slow down,” I murmur, grabbing her hips. “I want this to last.”
She chuckles quietly, but slows her movements.
“You’re really pretty,” she whispers. “That’s a compliment. Most men aren’t as pretty as you. Everything about you is just so…perfect.”
“I feel the same way, Dagger. Just look at you.” My hands are all over her: in her hair, on her breasts, on her hips. I slide a hand between us and begin to rub her clit slowly as she grinds against me.
“What about me?” She asks. Her eyes are closed and her head falls back. Her hair sways as she moves, gently brushing against her body. It’s dark, but I can see perfectly. I can see every inch of her and I love it.
“Your breasts are so sweet,” I touch them, bouncing one in my hand. “They’re cute and full and perfect.”
“You should kiss them,” she leans forward, offering them to me, and I accept. I take one, sucking it between my teeth, and tease her nipple with my tongue. Then I repeat the treatment on her other breast. I can feel her squeezing against my cock, gripping me tightly as I play with her.
“And your hair is lovely,” I whisper, reaching for it. I tug gently, pulling it slightly. Again, she seems to like this.
“A little harder,” she says, and this time I pull more tightly. I don’t pull her hair enough to actually hurt, but she’ll be able to feel a tug. I’ve known a few women who liked this, but Dagger seems to really love it.
“How do you like that, baby?”
“So good,” she whispers, and I know she’s close to coming. I want her to. I want her to come all over me, to squeeze my cock as she’s overwhelmed with pleasure. I want her to do that for me and then I want to come inside of Dagger.
She seems to be on the very edge of her orgasm, and I want this one to be good for her. I want her to remember this forever. No matter what happens between the two of us, I don’t ever want her to forget the night in the jungle because to be honest, this is a first for me, too.
I’ve never been with anyone in the jungles.
I’ve never been with anyone in the forest.
I’ve certainly never made love in a nest before.
Never.
It’s only her and me and this moment.
I grab her hips and thrust up hard and fast inside of her. She closes her eyes and starts groaning. Dagger grabs her breasts and squeezes them, pinching her nipples, touching her body, and then she comes.
She comes and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
She comes and I feel like the whole world has stopped spinning.
She comes and I can’t hold back a moment longer. I can’t wait. I can’t help myself. I come, too, whispering her name in the darkness of the night.
“Dagger,” her name is a melody on my lips, and I fill her with my seed. I come inside of her, thrusting up until I’m completely spent, and then she collapses on top of me. She’s sweaty and tired and perfect, and I rub her back as she lays on me.
“Wow,” Dagger whispers. “That was…wow. Has it ever been like that for you before?” Then she chuckles and nuzzles her head on my chest. “Stupid question. I’m sure it’s always that good for you. You’re incredible.”
“It’s never been like that,” I manage to choke out, but it’s the truth. Perhaps I should lie to her, spin a tale of debauchery and indiscretions. Perhaps I should let her think I’m a playboy, a naughty man who’s only after one thing.
Perhaps I should let her think I’m someone else, but I don’t want to.
I want Dagger to know me – the real me – and I want her to accept me for who I am. I don’t sleep around very much. I don’t have sex with many women. I mostly keep to myself and my hunting and my house. I spend time with my sister and that’s it. That’s all I do.
My life is ordinary, plain. It’s routine. It’s predictable.
I like it that way.
I don’t need a lot of adventures or suspense. I don’t need action. I don’t need mystery or intrigue. Those are things my brother Quinn likes. Not me. I’m not like that. Yeah, maybe change would be nice once in awhile, but my life is comfortable now.
It’s acceptable.
I like to know where my next meal is coming from and where I’m going to sleep. I like to know what’s going to happen when I make a certain choice. I like to have stability in my life.
And in my experience, sleeping with lots of women is an adventure I don’t need. It creates drama and heartache and stress that’s no good for anyone involved. It’s not worth the trouble, so I avoid it.
Until now.
Sleeping with Dagger was incredible, but unexpected. It was wonderful and I want to do it again. She made me feel strong, fierce. She made me feel like I was the most incredible guy in the universe.
She made me feel like I was worth something.
Holding her now in the darkness, I wrap my arms tighter around her. I smell her hair and rub her back and just enjoy being with her.
“I don’t sleep around,” I tell her finally. “That’s not really my scene.”
“Really?” She sounds surprised, but not judgmental. “But you’re so good at it.”
That gets a laugh out of me. “I could say the same about you, darling. Do you sleep with many men?”
“No,” she shakes her head against my chest. “Not very many at all, and not in a very long time. My job keeps me busy, and to be honest, my experiences haven’t been very positive.”
“The men on Mars are idiots,” I tell her. “Nobody should let a woman like you get away.” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. I shouldn’t be saying things like this to her. I shouldn’t be telling her I want to keep her, want to stay with her. I shouldn’t be telling her the idea of us parting ways is horrible.
I shouldn’t be telling her that I want a chance with her, but I don’t regret saying it.
It’s the truth.