Page 59 of The Alien Reindeer's Bounty
“You’ve never…” Her voice trailed off.
He blinked, eyes shifting from brown to blue and back again. “No. There has only been you for me.”
Oh. Wow. Mads was a virgin. How was that even possible? That information stunned her but also excited her. Hers were the only lips he ever kissed. They had so many firsts to share and explore together.
“Let’s take the edge off,” she said, pushing his back to a tree. She sank to her knees and looked up at him with a smile. She leaned in, nuzzling the hair at the base of his cock, enjoying the musky scent. “Just relax.”
He pulled away. “I should please you, not you service me.”
“That’s really sweet, honey,” she said, as her hand wrapped around his member. “But we’re just getting started and I want to make this good for you.”
He sucked in his breath. “Anything you do will be good.”
He literally wouldn’t know any better and she wanted his first experience to be better than simply good. It needed to be amazing.
She licked up the length of him, a pleased hum forming in the back of her throat. He gasped. Her tongue swirled around the head, just testing to see if she could swallow him. It’d be tight.
“Dessa,” he moaned. What she was doing with her tongue was the greatest sensation in the universe. His hand touched the top of her head, eager to pull her hair or hold her head in place and drive into her, but he held back. His hands rested on the tree behind him.
Well, heck, that just made her more determined to blow his mind, even if she had to unhinge her jaw.
Odessa took his hands and moved them back to her head. “It’s okay. I’ll slap your leg if I need you to pull back.”
She swallowed the head of his dick, taking his length as much as she could, but kept her hand wrapped around the base. She relaxed her throat and focused on breathing through her nose. His hips moved as if on instinct. Before long, he pumped into her and his hands tightened on the back of her head, lost to pleasure. She reveled in knowing she did that to him with only her mouth and her tongue.
He tapped the back of her head, the universal sign that he was about to come. She should probably pull away and finish him with her hand, but she wanted to taste him. She needed it.
His body arched, snapping forward as he came, pouring his release down her throat. The base of his cock, still wrapped in her hand, swelled. Warmth spread throughout her and she squeezed her thighs together. She needed more. She needed him.
Mads looked down at her like she was a gift from heaven.
“How fast can we get back to the house?” she asked, licking her lips.
Mads
He never.
It was too much.
Sensation assaulted him on all sides: too bright and too loud. Every touch against his skin was overwhelming. Even the weight of his antlers felt too much.
His mate provided the only safe shelter. Touching her brought him peace. Hands traced her form, memorizing the details of her skin. So much of her life, so much of what he missed, was mapped on her skin: stretch marks from pregnancy and an incision on her abdomen.
“Don’t,” she said, wiggling away.
“Every part of you is beautiful. Let me admire you.”
“You really want to admire my stretch marks? I think I got some freckles on my butt, too.”
He flipped her over. She did indeed have freckles on her ass, and they were perfection. He nipped them, biting light enough for his fangs to scratch but not pierce.
“Mads, I need you.” She lifted her hips, her meaning clear.
Her tight heat surrounded him, and it was too good. He took in a breath, counting backward, to control himself. His strokes were uneven and pace erratic, but Odessa responded to his touch with enthusiasm.
Perfect.
He waited so long.
