Page 235 of The One
Mari’s eyes flutter open, and she props herself up on her elbows, her brows knitting together.
“What?” she murmurs, her voice laced with drowsy curiosity.
I drag my gaze up to meet hers, heat simmering in my veins.
“That,” I say, voice rough, “is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
And it is.
I’ve never done this before, never fucked without a condom. Never had the chance to see my release dripping out of a woman. And not just any woman. My One.
Of course, Mari blushes, instinctively trying to close her legs, but I stop her, pressing a firm hand to her thigh.
My cock twitches, already hardening again at the sight of my seed seeping from her, trailing down the crevice of her ass. A primal urge flickers to life, deep in my gut.
To touch. To claim. To mark.
I don’t suppress it.
Mari gasps as I dip a finger into the mess and push it back inside her.
“That’s where it belongs,” I murmur, watching her every reaction. I massage the rest into her skin, rubbing slow, lazy circles over her inner thigh.
Her breath catches when my fingers tease lower, tracing the tight ring of muscle at her puckered entrance.
“This is mine too,” I tell her, my voice dark with promise.
Mari bites down on her pouty bottom lip, not answering me. I didn’t expect her to.
“I won’t take you there tonight,” I assure her. “There’s no rush. We’ll take our time. Maybe a little massage now and then to get you ready for it.”
Her blush deepens, but she doesn’t protest.
Grabbing the warm washcloth I’d set on my leg, I press it gently against her sensitive flesh.
She flinches. “What are you doing?”
“Shhh,dolcezza,” I soothe. “It said it helps with soreness.”
“Itsaid?” she echoes, suspicious.
“Yeah,” I admit, lips twitching. “I googled aftercare for a woman’s first time. It suggested warm compresses.”
Mari blinks. Then blinks again.
“Wow. You do really love me,” she whispers, almost in awe.
“Why do you sound so surprised?” I ask, amused.
She shakes her head, blinking rapidly as if trying to keep her emotions at bay.
“I think everything that’s happened these past few weeks is catching up with me. Ignore me.”
“Ignore you?” I scoff. “Never.” I press a kiss to the soft skin of her inner thigh. It’s light, not meant to be sexual, but her body still shivers beneath my lips.
“Does it help?” I ask, looking up at her.
She nods, unable to speak past the lump in her throat.
