Page 40 of Tavarr's Mate
And if I’m not a good girl—if I don’t willingly bend over and part my ass cheeks to accept the large intrusion of his manhood, I’ll be punished. I pray nerves don’t get the best of me and that I manage to cooperate.
Sooner than I would like, I find myself standing naked before Tavarr in our bedroom back in Cempha. He proceeds to carry me to the bed and kiss every inch of my body, making me see stars as I finally come against his mouth. But unlike the last time he swirled his tongue over my clit, he only allows me to orgasm once.
He grabs my ankles and drags me over the side of the bed, forcing me to bend over. My pulse thumps in my ears. This is it. He’s finally going to fuck my ass, after weeks of training me with the anal plugs.
“Don’t move,” he says, and I hear him walking around the room, pulling open drawers.
He tosses the bottle of lubrication on the bed and removes his clothing. I peek out at him from under my arms, admiring his strong muscular physique. Then my gaze falls to the huge hardness jutting out from between his thick muscular thighs. My mouth goes dry and I start trembling. Will it really fit? Second thoughts race through my mind, but Tavarr approaches and runs his hand down my back in a comforting gesture.
“You needn’t fear this, sweet human. It’s going to be a tight fit and it might be uncomfortable at first, but I am certain you can accommodate my cock in your ass.”
He trickles lube onto my bottom hole and massages it inside, thrusting several fingers deep in my snug entrance and applying more lube with each slow plunge.
“You don’t have to pull your ass cheeks apart for this, Katrina. I want to be the one spreading you and revealing your cute little pink pucker.”
I bury my face in the bed and clutch the covers. The tip of Tavarr’s cock trails along the folds of my pussy, and he sinks halfway inside my aching center, only to withdraw quickly after the shallow thrust. He teases me in this fashion for several moments, before pulling out and positioning his cock at my anus.
I tense and clutch the covers harder.
“Be a good girl and relax your bottom hole for me. Yes, that’s it. Very good girl.”
Though I’m still nervous, I melt under his praise.
In a series of slow thrusts, he inches his cock into my ass. I’m shocked when I feel the heaviness of his balls against my pussy. He’s fully seated in my backside, and in any moment, he’ll start fucking me hard, driving in and out of my ass with fervor.
The first few thrusts are slow, and I gasp for air as I become used to his large size. Gradually, he builds to a steady rhythm of plunging into my tightness. He holds onto my hips and increases his speed, until his balls slap hard against my pulsing clit with each rapid thrust.
“You can come as often as you’d like, sweet human. Don’t hold back.” He drives even faster and grips my hips tighter.
It doesn’t take long for the fast impacts of his balls hitting my clit to launch me upwards into oblivion. I come long and hard, crying out my mate’s name as he continues ramming into my secret hole. After a few more minutes of pounding, another orgasm sweeps me under.
“You’re going to fall asleep tonight with my seed dripping out of your little asshole, Katrina, aren’t you?”
I hope it’s a rhetorical question, because I’m too breathless to form a response.
When he tenses and his growl reverberates around the room, I feel the warmth of his semen spurting into my ass. Panting hard, he slowly withdraws from my tightness and maneuvers me into the center the bed. He draws the top cover over me and kisses my cheek.
“I’ll be right back,” he says, before disappearing into the bathroom.
I’m almost asleep by the time he returns, only a short while later. Exhaustion weighs me down, so heavily I can hardly keep my eyes open. I blink up at Tavarr and give him a tired smile.
“My sweet Katrina,” he says, stroking my hair. His tenderness is in stark contrast to the harsh thrusts of his cock into my ass, and I snuggle against him and drift off to sleep.
I dream of green meadows and blue skies. There are white billowing clouds in the distance, sitting over a mountain range. The smell of the fragrant wildflowers that grow along the walking paths in the forest fill my senses. I also dream of gliding around the calm waters of the lake on one of the sleek canoes, my hand trailing in the water while my mate guides the boat into a beautiful secluded cove. He kisses me hard and slips a hand up my gown, swirling two digits through my increasing moisture before caressing my clit.
When I awake in the morning, still aroused from a series of naughty dreams, I’m alone, and there’s a breakfast tray on the bedside table. I stretch under the silken sheets and sit up against the pillows. Heat infuses my cheeks as I recall all that transpired in this bed last night. Or rather, over the side of the bed.
At the thought of Tavarr claiming my ass for the first time, the aching in my feminine core increases, my clit throbbing nearly as hard as last night when my mate’s balls were slapping steadily against it.
I glance around the room. There’s no sign of Tavarr, and the house is completely silent. He likely won’t return until the late afternoon.
Tentatively, even though I know it’s not allowed, I reach between my thighs and stroke a finger through my gathering wetness. Do I dare continue? I gulp hard. My nipples have grown painfully tight and I’m breathing hard, desperate for a release. Desperate to quench the desires instigated by my sensual dreams.
I part my thighs and lean back further on the pillows, moving my finger to the part of me that’s aching the most fervently. My pulsing clit. I rub the slickness from my core over the swollen nubbin and release a faint moan.
There’s no stopping now.
I can’t possibly wait until Tavarr’s return to satisfy my cravings. Closing my eyes, I try to ignore the guilt brought on by the knowledge that I’m blatantly disobeying him and continue pleasuring myself, until my hips arch and my toes curl as the stolen orgasm rips through me.
