I gasp at the sensation. Hot, wet suction combined with the rough scratch of his beard against my sensitive skin. His hand finds my other breast, kneading the flesh before rolling the nipple between his calloused fingers. The dual sensation makes me arch off the bed, pressing myself harder against his mouth.
He switches sides, giving the other breast the same attention while his hand slides down my stomach to the waistband of the borrowed sweatpants. Without hesitation, he slips beneath the elastic, then beneath my panties, seeking the heat between my thighs.
When his fingers find my wetness, we both groan. I'm soaked, my body more than ready for him despite my inexperience. He traces my folds with one rough fingertip before slowly, carefully, pressing it inside me.
My back arches as the new sensation overwhelms me. I've touched myself before, of course, but having someone else doit, having Blade's finger inside me, is an entirely different experience. Better. So much better.
He moves slowly at first, letting me adjust to the intrusion, before adding a second finger. The stretch burns slightly, but the pleasure overshadows any discomfort. I moan, then immediately cover my mouth with my hand, embarrassed by the sound.
"Don't," he says, pulling my hand away. "Let me hear you. No one else will. Just me."
His permission unleashes something in me. When he curls his fingers inside me, finding a spot that sends electricity racing up my spine, I cry out without restraint.
Blade's eyes darken at the sound. He withdraws his hand from between my legs, and before I can protest the loss, he's moving down my body. He pulls the sweatpants and my panties off, leaving me completely naked beneath his gaze.
I should feel exposed, vulnerable, but all I feel is wanted as he positions himself between my thighs, his large hands gripping the soft flesh.
"So fucking beautiful," he murmurs, before lowering his face to my wet pussy.
The first swipe of his tongue nearly undoes me. I've never felt anything like it. Hot, wet pressure exactly where I need it most. I'm embarrassed by how long it's been since I've shaved. Personal grooming wasn't exactly a priority while running for my life, but Blade doesn't seem to care or even notice. He devours me like a starving man, his tongue exploring every fold, every sensitive spot.
His beard rubs against my inner thighs, the slight burn a counterpoint to the pleasure of his mouth. I can't keep my eyesopen, can't focus on anything but the sensations he's creating. Sweat trickles between my breasts as heat builds low in my belly.
Is this what I've been missing? Because it feels like nothing I could have imagined, and we're not even at the main event yet.
Blade is relentless, his tongue circling my clit before dipping lower to tease my entrance, then back again. His fingers dig into the flesh of my thighs, and by the time he finally raises his head, his beard is soaked with my juices, glistening in the dim light.
"I'm making sure you never forget tonight," he says.
He stands beside the bed, and I watch in fascination as he strips off his clothes. His body is a roadmap of strength and survival. Carved abs criss-crossed with scars, powerful thighs thick with muscle, broad chest tapering to narrow hips. When he pushes down his jeans and briefs, his cock springs free, thick and hard and intimidating in its size.
It's beautiful in a primal way, flushed and throbbing, the head already glistening with precum. It wants me, and I welcome it, spreading my legs wider.
"Please," I whisper, beyond shame now, beyond anything but need. "Fuck me."
Blade wraps his hand around his cock, stroking it a few times. I watch in disbelief as it seems to grow even larger, stretching another inch under his touch.
"Jesus," I breathe. "Can I really take all of that?"
"We'll go slow," he promises, moving back onto the bed and positioning himself above me. "And we stop if you need to. But make no mistake. I'm going to fuck you into submission, Kelly. You're going to be mine in every way that matters."
I reach up to cup his face between my palms, feeling the rough texture of his beard, still damp from my arousal. "I'm ready."
He lines himself up with my entrance, the blunt head of his cock pressing against me. Slowly, carefully, he begins to push inside.
The stretch is immediate and intense: a pressure that borders on pain but doesn't quite cross that line. He's so thick, reaching places inside me I didn't know existed. I feel impossibly full, barely able to move as my body adjusts to his invasion.
"Fuck," he grunts, his arms trembling with the effort of holding back. "So tight. So perfect."
Once he's deep inside me, he pauses, giving me time to adjust. The slight discomfort fades, replaced by a feeling of completeness I've never experienced before. I feel safe in his arms, connected to him in the most intimate way possible.
He begins to move, establishing a steady rhythm. His powerful thighs flex as he pulls out almost completely before driving back in, reaching depths that make me gasp. He's claiming me, making me his. We're becoming one—now and forever. He'll always be my first, the man who showed me what my body is capable of feeling.
His pace quickens, each thrust accompanied by a grunt that sends shivers down my spine. His beard, still wet with my arousal, brushes against my neck and chest as he leans down to kiss my lips.
In this bedroom, nothing bad exists. It's just us and our bodies moving together. In his arms, I'm certain everything will work out. We'll defeat the Vultures MC, save my sister, build something real together. Nothing can go wrong when I feel this complete.
The bed creaks beneath us as Blade's thrusts grow harder, more insistent.
