Page 23 of M.A.Y.A
He pressed a thumb against her chin to open her mouth, and his tongue immediately swept over hers, turning her desperate kiss wanton between one breath and the next. She knew her heart was racing. She could feel it pound as she tasted him, as she felt him deep in the small part of her that was still human. Her thoughts scattered, and she felt owned by this man, this wolf who was so certain of who she was when she barely trusted herself.
His hand stroked over the curve of her butt, and she groaned against his lips that continued to devour her as if she was his last meal. The sensation was enough to solidify her resolve. She pulled away from him and combed her fingers through his hair.
“Isaiah? I want you.”
Desire burned in his eyes as he pulled her close so that their torsos pressed against each other. “Maya. Let’s go back to?—”
“No,” she said before raking her fingers over the ridges of his muscled abdomen. “No, I want you here. Now. Right this minute.”
She gripped his shirt at his collar, and, with one quick tug, ripped it in half. Buttons flew everywhere as she exposed his muscled chest and the smattering of hair that trailed down his stomach and under the waistband of his pants.
“Tiny warrior,” he groaned as he made quick work of removing her shirt as well. The sound of her gasps and pants echoed through the gym, and she succumbed to his strength. In a flurry of hands and firm touches, they stripped out of the rest of their clothes in the center of the sparring mat, under the bright lights that allowed them to hide nothing from each other. Then they tumbled to their knees, naked limbs and eager mouths. Isaiah’s power was like an aphrodisiac as he parted her legs with large, confident fingers and pressed a thumb over her clit. Her reaction was like the first time he touched her in the shower. The bud of nerves at the apex of her thighs was already swollen, and her pussy was wet for him. She lifted her hips off the mat, eager for more. He parted her slit, watching her with eyes that turned wolf, then his mouth was there, licking her in long, languid strokes before he sucked at her clit.
Maya felt the first orgasm build like a steady crescendo. There was no slowing it down, no stopping it from thundering through her. He pushed two blunt tipped fingers deep inside her, the force relentless and hard. When they curled up to hit that spot he knew exactly how to stroke, she came. Her scream echoed off the rafters, and her legs trembled from the force of her orgasm.
“Isaiah!” She reached for him, eager to feel the pressure of his body against hers. Between gasps and frantic pants, she spoke. “I need you inside me.”
He gripped her thighs with his firm hands. “Tiny warrior, I have to get you ready.”
She didn’t know what that meant, and then she couldn’t think about his words at all. His mouth trailed up and over her belly button until he latched onto one of her breasts. His talented tongue swirled around a tightened nipple, and then his teeth bit down on the tip with just enough pressure to make her pussy throb. It was as if Isaiah paid attention to her every hip roll, every eager gasp and whine, and adjusted his grip, his strokes to meet her every need and pull every ounce of pleasure that he could from her body.
Maya felt a third finger push inside her, gently stroking in and out until Isaiah set a steady rhythm while simultaneously brushing a thumb across her over-sensitized clit. With his mouth, his hands, and the feel of his body over hers, the memory of pain she’d endured was replaced with overwhelming pleasure.
It pierced through her like lightning.
Her next orgasm was so much more intense that it robbed her of her breath. Not only did she experience pleasure, but she could also feel Isaiah’s at the same time.
“Now,” she demanded. “Take me now.”
His mouth crashed down on hers again, and she tasted herself on his lips and tongue before he leaned back on his haunches and flipped her onto her stomach. Her hips were in the air, her cheek pressed against the thick plastic mat, while Isaiah rested between her thighs.
“Your first time shouldn’t be like this. Last chance. Let me take you to the safe house.”
“My first time should be where and when I choose,” she said, crying out when his thumbs pressed into her lower back as he gripped her hips.
She felt the crown of his cock brush over her pussy.
“Jesus, you’re so wet that you’re dripping down your thigh. Is this all for me?”
“For you,” she gasped. “It’s for you.”
“Baby, this may hurt a little?—”
“Isaiah,” Maya shrieked. Her words were fragmented by her panting. “Please take me.”
“Who am I to deny my mate?” he crooned, and slid his length along her opening, lubricating himself from root to tip.
The bulbous head of his cock was notched at her entrance now. It was huge, enormous, and enough to rob her of her breath again. Deep inside, she recognized his concern for her, his worry that he’d cause her pain.
Maya looked over her shoulder and saw the tension form a line between Isaiah’s brow, and the heated desire that still burned brightly in his eyes. “I want you,” she said. “I want this. I promise you won’t hurt me.”
“You’ve had enough pain in your life, baby,” he whispered.
“Which is how I know that I deserve this, I deserve us,” she replied. “Take me, Isaiah. I’m yours.”
His eyes glowed a beautiful gold and grey. His expression thunderous, before he pushed into her, one glorious inch after another. Maya groaned, her eyes closing as she savored the feeling. Then she sobbed as he began to pull out. The pressure was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.
“One inch at a time,” he said, the growl of a wolf thick in his voice. “You can take me all, but you’ll do it my way.”
