Page 22 of Rescuing Mara (Warriors of Arracate #2)
CHAPTER 22
O’Rec
S tars, my mate is stunning when she cums. Her head bent back, eyes closed, and her mouth open as her cries of ecstasy echo in the bathroom. I feel her tight channel pulsing around my fingers, wetness gushing on my hand. It takes all of my self-control to keep myself from shattering with her, to give in to her gentle touch as she explores my cock and tries to figure out what I like. Little does she know that every touch, every caress - even the way she looks at me is what I want. As long as it is her, I am always on the verge of bursting.
I touch her forehead with mine, allowing us both to catch our breath. Reluctantly I slide my fingers out of her cunt as she pouts in protest. I cannot resist the opportunity to have another taste, so I bring my fingers to my mouth. I look at Marra and lick them clean. She widens her pupils, and I grin.
“I am not done with you yet, my mate.” I tell her before I claim her mouth in another kiss. I like this kissing, it is arousing and intimate, and I especially like how it drives my mate wild with desire. The little sounds she makes as my tongue thrusts into her mouth go straight to my cock, a deep, all-consuming need to claim her takes over.
“Are you sure, Marra.” And I pull back. Needing to hear the words one last time.
“Yes, O’Rec,” she says. “Make me yours.”
I pull her into the water, and she lets out the cutest little yelp. My tail wraps around her waist, and I hold her tight as I spin us around. Now, she is facing the stars, and I am sitting on the ledge again with her on my lap. Water sloshes around us, enveloping us in warmth.
I grab her ass and pull her against my painfully hard cock. She moans as my ridges rub against her folds, especially when they touch her little nub. Her cunt feels slick, and I lift her so I can position her above my waiting cock, using one of my hands to steady her and give it a little nudge.
We both gasp as my tip slides inside her channel. Barely an inch, but I feel like cumming already. She bites her lip, and I cup her cheek.
“I do not want to hurt you, my star. You are tight, and it is your first time.” She responds with the cutest blush, and I kiss her lips, then her neck, bite the sensitive skin on her shoulder before I move my attention to her breasts. I lick and suck on one nipple as my fingers find the other. Teasing and caressing.
She shudders and rocks her hips. With a deep moan, she slides down farther. Panting as I fill her up, inch by inch. I feel a barrier inside of her, even before she registers it herself. I gently rock my hips up, but we appear to be stuck somehow.
“This, this can’t be it? Can it?” She sounds frustrated. “You’re not even halfway in, and this is not enough O’Rec!”
I feel her need, and I feel the bond pulsing.
“I do not know, and perhaps I should have asked D’Var about it.” For a moment, I contemplate reaching out to him, but she slaps my chest.
“Don’t you dare talk to someone in your mind when you are inside of me,” she growls fiercely. I grin at the possessiveness in her tone. “I just… need to try… harder,” she pants before she glides up and pushes down hard.
Something tears inside her, and with the force of her push, I am all the way in, seated to the hilt. She lets out a harsh cry, making me freeze.
“Are you okay? Fuck did I hurt you?”
“No, Yes,” she grunts. “I’m okay. It hurts a bit, but I think it will pass. It’s already fading.” Tentatively, she begins to move, but I grab her firmly, holding her in place.
“Careful, we can stop if you want to.”
“Hell no,” she exclaims. “I want this, O’Rec, please let me move.”
Hesitantly, I loosen my grip, and immediately, she rocks her hips, setting off sparks of pleasure. Groaning, I close my eyes.
“O’Rec,” she breathes as she rocks again. “This feels good, so good. It’s strange. I feel so full, but so, so good.”
My hands grip the bench. Letting her set the rhythm takes every ounce of my self-control.
The rocking felt great, but it was nothing compared to the feeling when she lifts herself up and then gently lowers back down. I cannot hold back my moan, and Marra lets out little sounds of pleasure. They quickly turn into loud moans as she grabs my shoulders and starts pushing herself up, only to slam herself down. Her tight channel ripples around me, my ridges move, and her eyes fly open.
“Do that again!” she commands.
“Cannot… control it. Marra, I need…”
“YES!” she shouts. “Yes, O’Rec, please, take over. It feels so good, but somehow I need more. I need to feel more.”
With a growl, I grab hold of her hips and begin to thrust into her while I work her over my cock, up and down, up and down. My hands hold tight to her waist as my tail slips around us and sneaks up to the nub between her folds.
“O’Rec!” she shouts. But I do not need the extra encouragement. I am fucking my mate, claiming my mate. Making sure she knows she is mine and we will be linked together forever.
I am so close to cumming, I need her to cum too, need to see her as she cum.
“Marra, open your eyes,” I command. Wordlessly, she obeys. Her eyes are glassy, and I feel her cunt tightening around my cock.
“Cum for me, Marra.” And with those words, she shatters, crying out my name. My cries mix with hers as I cum as well. I cum hard, shooting my cum deep inside of her.
She slumps into my arms, and I hold her while my cock twitches one last time with one last burst of cum. She mumbles something unintelligible as she puts her arms around my waist and snuggles up to my chest. She stills, and I smile in her hair. Looks like I just fucked my mate to sleep.