The Young Vampire Mate: The Airendell Chronicler Diaries - Book 1.5 (20 page)

“Your temperature doesn’t bother me a bit, leannan.  I shivered because touching you like that made my need for you intensify.”  I pull my head back from his chest and look up into his face and say; “I need you so much I am physically hurting and I have never felt like this before.”

He chuckles and scoops me up to lie me on the bed.  “Well, let’s take care of that.”  He kisses me so deeply, so passionately that I am panting when he pulls back to grin at me.  “I know you sure as hell aren’t frigid cause you came a like a fucking freight train for me when I went down on you.” 

I blush, again, and he shakes his head at me, “Don’t be embarrassed by that.  You are beautiful when you come. I want to see it again, right now.”  He takes my hands into his, moves them to his mouth and kisses them tenderly, lovingly before he says; “I need to see you come, mon amour.”

He moves my hands to my breasts and shows me how to cup them, knead them and roll the nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.  “Squeeze them harder, baby.  I want you to feel it all the down to your hot pussy.”  I groan because his words are setting me on fire.  The way he is talking to me is hot. Really hot!  

“Pull on your nipples.”  I do and gasp.  He smiles and says; “Yeah, that made your cunt clench, didn’t it?”  All I can do is nod and do it again because I liked it.

“I wish you were doing this not me,” I say softly.

Damian reaches down and pulls his boots off as he says; “I will do that and much more.  But I want to see you make yourself come first.”  He pulls his socks off and tosses them onto his boots.  He unbuttons the top button of his 501’s before he says, “Move your hands down your belly very slowly.”  I comply and can’t help but smile when he groans.  “That’s so pretty, my chatte douce.”

I gasp.  “I hope that’s not going to your pet name for me.”

He smirks, “Only when we are like this.  You think I would let anyone hear me call you ‘sweet cunt’?”  He crosses his arms over his chest.  “Besides, you are much more to me than that anyway, you know that, right?”  I nod.  “I just called you that because I can smell your sweet cunt.  It’s all I can focus on right now.” 

I gasp when Damian moves back to the bed and slips my panties off of me before I even see him move.  “Mettez vos doigts dans votre chatte douce.”  I shiver because of his order to put my fingers in my cunt, but I move hesitantly to comply and tentatively brush my fingers over my outer lips.  I gasp because my touch feels electric and I know it’s because he is watching me, and telling me what to do.  I feel wetness ooze out my center and trickle between my ass cheeks and down my thighs.  Damn!  I have never been this wet!

“Get your fingers wet, baby.  Cover them with your slick juices.”  I move to comply when suddenly he grasps my hand and brings my fingers to his mouth and sucks the evidence of my arousal from my fingers.  He growls like a feral animal and says; “More lessons later.  I can’t wait.”  He parts my legs and kneels between them. 

I am wondering why he is still wearing his jeans.  I can see his bulge and I know from Fionn that it’s uncomfortable when a man has an erection and it’s being bound tightly by blue jeans.  I sit up and reach for the buttons as his fly but he stops my hands and whispers, “Not yet, beloved.  Now I want to taste you.  I want to make you come again.”

He leans down and strokes me tenderly, parting my swollen lips gently with his fingers before he laves my clit.  He moves his right hand lower as he licks and sucks on my hypersensitive nub and toys with the entrance to my sheath.  He lifts his mouth just enough to say, “I want to finger fuck you later, but now I want to use my tongue to make you come for me.”  His tongue makes contact with my clit again and I immediately have my most powerful climax yet.  He moans as he eagerly sucks and licks up my juices as he kneads my ass with enough force that I wonder if I will bruise from it.  But it feels so good that I don’t care if I do.

He plants tender kisses on my swollen flesh and moves up my body, trailing kisses until he reaches my mouth where he kisses me with so much fervor he takes my breath away.  I cling to him helplessly, panting like an animal. I wrap my legs around his waist because I can’t get close enough to him.  “Damian…” I plead.

He moves his mouth to my ear and nibbles my lobe, biting it none too gently.  “Oh fuck, baby, you are chatte douce.”  Later I will decide if I am okay with him calling me ‘sweet cunt’, but right now I need him to love me completely.

Instantly he is standing beside the bed and slowly unbuttons his jeans.  I swallow hard when I realize he doesn’t wear underwear.  His cock springs free and I gasp and sit up, moving against the headboard, drawing my knees to my chest.  Holy Cow!  That is one large cock!

Suddenly he is kneeling nude before me and takes my hands that clasped tightly to my calves into his own gentle, strong hands.  “Relax, mon amour.  It’s just a cock.”  I snort my disagreement and shake my head.  I am feeling frustrated with myself for acting frightened, but dammit, I am frightened.  That’s one big dick he wants to put inside me! 

“Yeah, it’s a little bigger than some, but it’s still just a cock.  And I promise I will be careful.  It won’t hurt.  I would never hurt you, baby.  Never!”  I am shaking my head because I know it will hurt… any cock would hurt the first time but I am nearly terrified what one that large will feel like.

He takes my right hand and moves it to his massive shaft and says, “Touch it, baby.  It’s just like any other.  Maybe a little colder and a little bigger than you are used to but it’s just a fucking cock.”

I am fascinated by his erection and move closer and stroke it tentatively.  Reveling in the softness of the skin and hardness underneath.  I am captivated by the velvety texture of his skin.  I see some moisture collected at the head and wipe my thumb across it.  It feels thicker than water, slick and slightly warmer than his skin.  I wonder what it tastes like so I move my thumb to my mouth and tentatively lick the moisture from my thumb. 

Damian groans when I do that.  Somewhere in the back of my mind I wonder if that was disgusting for me to do that but I am so curious I can’t concern myself with that right now.  I am rapt in my explorations of his hard on.  Suddenly I want to become very intimately acquainted with this part of him.

On impulse I lean down and lick the tip of his cock to taste him again.  I moan and Damian does too.  I move to swirl my tongue around the swollen head, savoring the flavor and texture.  Suddenly I want more and relax my throat and push forward as I take about a third of him into my mouth and suck hard, savoring his taste and texture. 

“Fuck, Breena!  Easy girl, I don’t want to come in your mouth the first time.”  I hear him, but what he’s saying really doesn’t register.  I want to take more of him into my mouth.  Actually I want all of him in my mouth.  I pull back and lick the head again before I relax my throat and move down his shaft again, taking over half of his length into my throat. 

Huh… who knew I didn’t have much of a gag reflex? 

When I pull back I gently rake my teeth along the top side of his cock. Damian groans like he’s in pain and pulls me off of him so quickly my mouth makes a wet popping sound as his cock is pulled from my mouth.

He quickly lies me back on the bed and parting my legs with his knee.  He’s kissing me so deeply I can’t think as he uses his hand to guide his cock to my entrance.  He rubs it back and forth a few times, and I hear my wet flesh suck and pull at his and the sound excites me further.  I open my legs wider and raise my knees in invitation. 

Damian breaks the kiss and moves his mouth to my ear where he whispers, “Baby, you got a magic mouth.  I am going to enjoy fucking it later, but right now I need that sweet cunt.”  With that he thrusts deeply inside of me in one smooth, easy motion.

I gasp in agony as my maidenhead is ripped.  I go rigid in his arms and can’t help it as I sob in surprise at the suddenness of his possession.  Tears roll from my eyes before I can stop them. 

Damian pulls back and looks into my face, “Dammit, Breena!” he hisses softly.  I can feel his concern for me and his regret that he wasn’t more careful. He kisses my tears away and then kisses my lips so tenderly I want to cry again for a completely different reason.  His love and tenderness are overwhelming.  “Baby, why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?  Oh God, how bad did I hurt you?”

I smile weakly and say, “No more than I expected, actually.”  He kisses both of my eyes.  I know my tears upset him and I have stopped crying already.  “It doesn’t hurt anymore but I feel so full that I think I might burst.”

Damian is caressing my face tenderly.  “I am so sorry, baby.  I wouldn’t have done that if I had known.  I was just wanting to keep you from fretting over the size of it.  But if I had known this was your first time I would have really taken my time and made damned sure that you were ready.  Mon amour, why didn’t you tell me?”

“I started to tell you that I am a virgin several times.  Especially every time you have made reference to my ‘other lovers’ or something that made me realize you thought I had experience, but I would always get distracted.  You know, my niece banging on the door, you touching me or asking me a question.  I am sorry, are you disappointed?”

He caresses my face and whispers, “I could never be disappointed with you, but I would have handled this first time much, much differently than I did had I known.”  He kisses me tenderly and moves his left hand down my body to cup my breast.  “My touches would have been gentler, I wouldn’t have asked you to get yourself off while I watched.”  He moves his hand and down grabs my leg gently under my knee and moves my leg up his body, and hitches it over his hip.  Moving his hand down to caress my ass and push me against him, gently burying his cock deeper inside of me.

I moan because it feels so good and I want him to move some more.  “The way you reacted when you saw my cock, I was suspicious you might be really inexperienced, but when you went down on me I assumed you had experience and it was just my size that scared you.”

I run my hands up and down his back.  “It did scare me.  And my ‘going down on you’ well that was curiosity and excitement at work.”  I cup his face with both of my hands and whisper, “I think I might like to try that again sometime.”  I giggle nervously.

He chuckles, “Hell, baby, I know I want you to try it again.  That was amazing.”  He traces my lower lip with his finger, “You almost made me come in three strokes.”  He gets a solemn look on his face though and says; “You really have no experience?”  I shake my head.  “You are my Tabla Rasa!”  The idea seems to please him immensely.

He chuckles again and nuzzles my neck.  “Breena, your lack of experience is not a bad thing.  Especially not since you are so fucking sensual, responsive and seem to have a natural aptitude for giving and receiving pleasure.  You are fucking perfect, baby.  God, you make me so happy.”

I giggle, happy that I pleased him so well.  Maybe I won’t be totally inept at this after all. 

“Breena, honestly I am kind of relieved that no one has ever made love to you before me.  That means you are truly mine.”  He rocks his hips gently and asks; “You ready for me to move?  Or does it still hurt?”

I rock my hips upward by way of my answer before I reach behind him and grab his ass in both of my hands, “I want you to move.  Rock my world, leannan.”

He chuckles and kisses me gently before he moves his mouth lower to suckle hard on my nipple.  I gasp when he pulls almost completely out of me before slowly thrusting in again.  “Oh wow…” I murmur.  “More, baby, please.”

“Yes, amour, much more.  So very, very much more.”  He pulls out carefully before again slowly thrusting into me.  The sweet friction feels so good, but I want more.  Much more.  I feel like he’s teasing me or holding back.  I wrap my legs around his waist and meet his slow, easy thrusts.  “Breena, you are my angel.  Mon ange!” he whispers in my ear.

I giggle.  “Your angel thinks that you are holding back for fear of hurting her.  I told you, Damian, I used the spell to protect my body.  Do not hold back.”

He cups my face, “I don’t want to leave you hurting, baby.  And I don’t want to freak you out by fucking you like a beast.  Because, baby, that’s what I want to do right now.  I want to lose myself in your chatte douce.”

I groan, “Damian, I think I need that too.  I am so… achy… I need… I don’t know exactly what I need besides more of you.  I won’t break, lover.  I am make of much sterner stuff than you seem to think.”

“You promise to tell me if I get too rough?”  I nod.  “I mean it, amour, you always have to tell me if I am too rough or you don’t like anything I ever do.  Don’t ever let me hurt you.”  He is so sincere I can only nod at first.

I pull his face down so I can kiss him passionately, “Don’t hold back, amant.  I want all of you, Damian.”

He rolls us over so fast my head spins to find myself on top.  He sits up and wraps his arms around my waist.  “You control how hard and how fast.  That way I know I won’t hurt you.”

I chuckle and experimentally rock my hips forward and moan because it feels so good.  I raise up and then thrust back against him and gasp when his cock is buried deep inside of me, hitting some magic spot that makes me tremble with pleasure.  “Oh yeah, that I like,” I purr.  I quickly find my rhythm and am soon lost in a brand new world of carnal delights. 

Damian lies back on the bed, with his hands on my hips, watching me intently as I ride him for all I am worth.  He looks pleased with me and I moan his name when he cups my breasts and tweaks my nipples none too gently.  But I moan and throw my head back in ecstasy because it feels so good on top of the sensations I am experiencing as I ride his cock.