“Please, Vale,” I practically begged.
Needing no further encouragement, he flipped us over, putting me on top. He gripped my hips, keeping me from sliding onto him, and I moaned in protest. Our eyes met and he said, “I want to watch you ride me, Eve, to see you move while I thrust into your tightness and warmth.”
He released his grip and gave me control, making my breath hitch from the pleasure.
“You feel so good,” I said.
Vale’s erection slide even farther inside of me. My hands spasmed at the feel of him so far inside me, and I moaned again, wanting him to hear the effect he had on my body.
He made me feel confident and beautiful, more so than anyone I’d ever been with; not that I’d been with that many men. The way he looked at me and the manner in which he touched me, making sure I was cared for and desiring to please me, seriously blew my mind. I hoped to give him the pleasure he’d given to me tenfold. I wanted to show him in every way possible that he was an incredible lover. I never wanted him to doubt himself again.
At first, he was careful not to move, refraining from pushing up into me, most likely for fear of hurting me. I made sure to give him the fullness of my emotions not by exaggerating but by vocalizing my pleasure, by making eye contact with him and by smiling as we made love. It might sound silly to smile at your lover, but coupled with telling him how good he felt, I knew he was pleased as well.
My sweet spot was just beginning to warm with pleasure when Vale leaned up and captured one of my nipples in his mouth, heightening my desire. I rode him even harder as he sucked and teased the fleshy nubs. Encouraged by my words and the sounds I made for him, he returned his hands to my hips, increasing my pace and causing the friction against my clit to heat even more quickly.
Making certain to keep eye contact with him the entire time, I chanted his name just as the warmth spread into my thighs and my buttocks. While grinding him deep inside, I flexed my hands spasmodically on his muscular chest as I tried to keep myself under a bit of control. I savored the tension of my building release, wanting him to see how much I enjoyed him, how he turned me on so incredibly.
Unable to hold my climax at bay, I screamed my orgasm to the ceiling. “God, Vale, yes!
Yes!
”
My hair flew around my face as the erupting warmth spread through my entire being. Losing control, I scratched his perfectly smooth, unmarred chest with my nails, leaving deep tracks in his skin. Waves of pleasure coursed through me, and I felt as though I were weightless, as if I were floating. My back arched and only his grip on my hands kept me from falling backwards.
The intensity of the orgasm was more than any I’d ever felt, and tears of joy streamed down my cheeks. I think the only reason he wasn’t worried this time was because a woman’s orgasm is a damn sure sign that she thoroughly enjoyed herself.
When I finally calmed and collapsed atop him, he resumed the gentle slide in and out of my body. With every inward thrust, I writhed in pleasure. I wanted to tell him how amazing he felt, how I had no words to describe how he’d made me feel, but I couldn’t speak at all.
When my breathing finally returned to normal, I tried to say something, but his constant, slow movement made my breath hitch and I still couldn’t speak. In between gasps, I finally found my voice. “My God, Vale, don’t ever doubt how incredible you make me feel,” I said with weighted words. “You are an amazing lover!”
He was still moving inside of me, and the mere memory of the climax made my muscles clench tightly on his cock. His back bowed in response.
He beamed at me as he gently pushed me to sit up again, wanting to give me more pleasure. Within a few strokes, he had me screaming my climax again. I felt boneless, like the plastic guy in the comic books, as I dropped against his chest once more. My inner muscles continued squeezing his cock, massaging him with little spasms even as I relaxed. Flipping me onto my back, Vale continued his slow rhythm, making sure I was ready for him.
When he rose above me, I saw that the marks I’d left on his chest had begun to bleed. “Oh my gosh, Vale! I’m so sorry!” I gasped as my hands covered my mouth in horror. He had been so worried about hurting me, and I was the one who had hurt him.
He shook his head. “I wear these with pride, Eve,” he said as he smiled. “I’d take a thousand scratches of your pleasure and cherish every one of them.” His eyes sparkled.
Relieved, I pulled him down and kissed his lips as I arched my hips upward, meeting his thrusts, which were evenly controlled. I could tell he was trying to be gentle, but I didn’t want tender anymore; I wanted to give him the same pleasure he had given to me.
“Harder, Vale,” I encouraged him. He plunged into me with a bit more force, but still I knew he was restraining himself. “More!” I said loudly and dug my nails into the cheeks of his ass, spurring him on.
He continued his slow pace, making sure I was unhurt, but sometimes, a girl wants more, and this was one of those times.
“Please, Vale,” I continued to persuade him to let himself go as I dug my nails into his ass. “Fuck. Me. Now!” I demanded as I shoved him into me hard.
His measured pace broke completely as he finally allowed himself to believe my words. “Eve, you feel so good!” he said as he pushed in harder then retreated once more only to drive himself back in, going deep.
I sensed his elation that I could take him, that he didn’t have to hold back out of fear of hurting me, and he hammered into me so hard our bodies loudly slapped against each other. He pistoned in and out of me, his speed increasing as his passion heightened. He tried to hold out as long as possible, but his pace became more uneven and frenzied as he thrust into me again and again. He finally froze, his face a mask of sheer pleasure as he climaxed and screamed my name.
I felt my inner muscles suddenly expand as though they were being stretched to their limits. Vale bared his teeth at the ceiling, his canines growing longer and sharper as he emptied into me. His back arched backwards, and his mouth opened wide as he released a possessive snarl as though he was claiming me while his climax poured into my body.
He suddenly glanced down at me. His look of pleasure was chased away by a look of horror as I gasped at what was happening inside of me. His canines instantly receded at the thought of somehow hurting me, and he cursed before attempting to remove himself from my sex.
“Vale, wait!” I panted as I tried to understand the tight fullness I was experiencing. It wasn’t a bad feeling, but it was strange…yet surprisingly sensual. Though my inner muscles fought to accommodate the immediate expansion, he felt
good
. As in a-
mazingly
, freaking good!
Concerned any further movement would hurt me, he hung his head and whispered, “I’m so sorry…so, so sorry, Eve.” With one hand cradling the back of my head, he crushed me to him in remorse.
Due to lack of breath as well as Vale’s hug squeezing the oxygen from my lungs, I struggled to speak.
In between gasps, I said, “Vale.” I pushed against him, trying to get his attention, but he had a vise-grip on my upper body. “I’m good, Vale.” I inhaled and exhaled again. “Vale!” I said loudly, which finally got his attention.
He raised his head up from my shoulder, and I saw the worry in his face. Putting a hand on his cheek, I said, “You didn’t hurt me. That was…” I couldn’t even find the right words. “
You
are an amazing lover, Vale. You have to believe me,” I said with complete honesty.
His tears fell onto my neck as he asked, “I really didn’t hurt you? You’re okay?”
I smiled and nodded, “Yes, baby, I’m okay. But something has changed. Your…um…” Geez, how could this be so difficult to talk about after what we’d just done? “You feel different…”
Just
say
it, Eve!
“Your cock feels different, but really,
really
good,” I tried to explain.
His face paled, and I felt immediate remorse flow from him in waves. Clearly, he knew what had just happened but was as surprised as me. He glanced at me with a terrified look in his eyes, as though fearful of my reaction. “Eve, I didn’t know it was real, I swear,” he vehemently promised.
I still felt really damn good; my body felt as though I was on a high and I didn’t want to come down. My senses, the normal ones, were significantly heightened. Colors were brighter, I could smell the flowers I’d put in the vase on my kitchen table and my skin was even more sensitive to his touch.
“I need a minute longer before I can talk, sorry,” I apologized, but I was unable to keep a smile from my face due to the intense pleasure.
It was then, I think, he finally believed he truly wasn’t hurting me. “What do you feel?” he asked while we waited for his body to return to normal.
I explained every heightened sensation—sight, hearing, touch, as well as the regrettable fact that I knew by scent, even from the bedroom, that I needed to change the litter box in the half-bath. I was in awe. Vale was not.
After what seemed to be an eternity, I finally came down from my floating feeling and his erection returned to normal.
“Please don’t hate me, Eve,” he nearly begged as we sat on the edge of the bed.
“I won’t hate you, Vale. What I’m feeling is pretty damn opposite of that emotion.” I smiled at him reassuringly.
“You might feel differently when I explain what just happened,” he said, his voice full of regret.
“Baby,” I started to protest, but he put his hand up, interrupting me.
“Please, I need you to listen for a minute so I can explain.” He sighed heavily, then continued, “What happened between us was supposed to be a myth. I thought it was just a story to keep were-cougars from engaging in casual sex.” He glanced at me quickly, then added with emotion, “
Not
that what happened between us was in any way casual.”
“No, it wasn’t,” I agreed. “It was more than that.”
Thank God, he felt the same way.
“I couldn’t agree more,” he said, visibly pleased. “It’s rumored that when a cougar finds his true mate, traits from our beast take over and…and…” He scrubbed his hand over his face, unable to finish the sentence. He steeled himself as he spoke the next sentence. “And, spines burst from the center of the penis, holding our mate securely when we orgasm. It only happens with the one woman a cougar is meant to be with forever.”
Shocked beyond words, I took his explanation in, trying to work it out in my brain. I heard true mate, traits from his beast and…spines? That last one had my head spinning.
“So we’re mated?” I asked, going with the first and safest issue. “What does that mean, exactly? And who decides when or to whom cougars are mated?”
He shook his head. “I don’t know how it’s decided, but I’d say bonding has to involve a higher power. Maybe, it’s simply magic.”
“So not every cougar physically experiences what just happened?” I asked, confused.
“No, definitely not. It never happens unless a couple is true life-mates.”
“So you could have casual sex with other were-cougars or women then?” I asked, nervous about his answer.
“People who are not true mates can be together and could get married, but at least among cougars, the divorce rate is exceedingly high and it never ends well. A mated cougar could still be sexually promiscuous, yes, but there’s quite a high price to pay—at least, that’s what the legends indicate.”
“What happens if they sleep around?”
“Sex outside of the bonded couple, whether male or female, results in a bombardment of images of our true mate—if we’ve already found her. The scent of the woman he’s with suddenly becomes repugnant, and he can’t get away from her fast enough.”
Now, that was a damn good way to guarantee sexual relations only occurred within a marriage! Yikes!
I leaned my head against his shoulder. “Don’t were-cougars talk about this ‘mating’ issue? Surely someone has gone through this besides us.”
He laughed. “Cougar, panther, puma and mountain lion shifters are rare. It’s not as though there are tons of us running around, and we certainly don’t have a guide to walk us through anatomy class. I’ve only heard rumors, which have been proven factual as of only a few minutes ago.” He sighed as he traced his fingers up and down my arm. “Look, Eve, I don’t know how to say this, so I’m just going to be up front. We’re mated, as in bonded, married. At least, that’s the way other shifters will see it.”
I pulled away from him and chewed my bottom lip. “How do you see it?”
“I’d hoped you were my true mate and that you would feel the same, but I wasn’t sure how you’d feel. My heart, body and spirit now belong solely to you.”
My mind practically spun with the emotions I was feeling. I was terrified and excited, thrilled and worried that he’d decide someday he didn’t want me. What if he turned out to be a jerk? What if I didn’t want to be with him? Now, that was an ironic thought!
“Let’s just take things slowly, okay? You’ve given me so much to consider, and I need a little time to process all of it.”
“Does that mean you don’t hate me?” he asked tentatively.
I threw my arms around him, surprised at his vulnerability. “God, no, Vale. I think I’m in love with you, but I’m just so overwhelmed!”
He smiled broadly at me. “Well, that’s a good sign.”
“I think so,” I teased.
His face clouded with worry again. “There is one more thing.”
“Lay it on me.” I braced myself. “I’d rather know now than be shocked later.”
He nodded once. “As far as I know, you’re the first human to bond with a were-cougar. Ever, I believe.”
Huh, now that was a bit surprising. To lighten the moment, I joked, “I thought you guys didn’t talk to each other.”
He barked a laugh. “Some things are part of history, and I’d say we just made more of it today.”
I traced circles on his back as I pulled him down to the bed with me. “Think we can make a little more history?”
“Definitely,” he smiled as he nuzzled my neck.
History was quickly replacing science as my favorite subject.