Immortal Rider

Thirty-eight

Finally, Limos was going to get what she’d always wanted. Yes, she’d lost her virginity in the technical sense. But not only had there been no finish, it had been done in anger and out of necessity. Now she’d lose her virginity in all the ways that mattered.

She stepped out of her master bathroom, her stomach fluttering madly. The sexy outfit she’d gotten for her wedding night… well, it was on the bathroom floor, where she’d left it after she’d put it on while Arik used the guest bathroom to shower. Of course he suggested that they shower together, but no, her idea of the perfect wedding night had always included her sweeping into the bedroom to greet her new husband and make his tongue roll out at the sight of her skimpy lingerie.

Unfortunately, she didn’t sweep. And she wasn’t wearing her wedding night outfit. When she’d looked at herself in the mirror, the gorgeous lingerie hugging curves and allowing peekaboo glimpses of skin, she’d realized that she’d never been naked, had always been wrapped in lies and that infernal chastity belt. Yet, here she was, covering herself up again.

She’d stripped, because she was going to her husband as a new woman, completely open to him in a way she’d never been, and in a way she would be only with him.

Arik looked up from lighting a candle, and his mouth dropped open. Awesome. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, but he let it fall, and the effect of his naked body on her was immediate. As she drank in the sight of his hard-cut pecs, rippling abs, and thick, jutting erection, heat flushed her skin, and liquid desire bloomed between her legs.

Limos’s effect on him was just as obvious.

He didn’t wait. In three strides he was in front of her and was kissing her with a desperation that made her pulse hammer crazily in her veins. His tongue stroked hers, thrusting in a blatant imitation of what they’d soon be doing. One of his hands dropped to cup her butt and haul her up against him, and a warm, sticky wetness smeared her belly as his erection pushed into it.

This was all so new to her, and she reached between them to run her finger over the little slit in the smooth cap. She played a little, exploring, loving how Arik’s breath hitched.

Slowly, reverently, Arik lowered her to the bed. “I fantasized about you,” he breathed against the shell of her ear as he stretched his big body over her. “When I was in that cell. When I slept, I dreamed about this.”

“Yeah?”

His hands glided up her waist and ribs to her breasts. “Yeah.”

“Was I good?”

“The best.”

A tremor went through her, a tiny shiver of hesitation. “What if I’m terrible at sex—”

He cut her off with a kiss. “Shh,” he murmured against ˀured agaher lips. “Let me take care of you. I’ll always take care of you.”

“Who can argue with that,” she sighed, as he blazed a trail of fiery kisses along her jaw and down her throat. Goose bumps fanned out across her skin from every point of contact with his lips.

His hands caressed and massaged, and as he kissed his way lower, his fingers teased her nipple, each stroke sending little electric sparks through her body. Dizzying sensation drew her into a vortex of passion that intensified when one hand slid to her butt to lift her against his erection.

“Now, Arik,” she groaned. “Don’t tease.”

“I’m not teasing, sweetheart.” He dipped his head and took her sensitized nipple into his mouth. When she cried out in sheer pleasure, he lifted his head. “I’m making sure your first time is everything you’ve ever dreamed of.”

She arched, trying to take him inside. “It already is.”

A lazy smile curved his lips as he pressed his weight down on her. “Not so fast.”

“But I’m dying.” That was the whiniest thing she’d ever said, but she was so ready for this experience, and she was aching for a release that only two people could have. Too many years of self-gratification had made her impatient.

“Tell you what.” He dragged his tongue over her sternum and down to her navel, crawling backward as he went. “I’ll take the edge off for you. You good with that?”

“If you mean what I think you mean, I’m very good with that.”

He raised his face, his eyes hooded but overflowing with hunger. “And I’m good at that.”

Before she could tease him about being full of himself, he scooted off the bed to kneel, hooked her thighs with his forearms and dragged her to him so her ass was nearly hanging off the end of the bed. His thumbs spread her wide, leaving her vulnerable and nervous. Instinct kicked in and she automatically tried to close her thighs, but Arik surged forward, blocking her move with his broad shoulders.

“Can’t wait,” he whispered, and lowered his mouth to her sex.

She groaned as his tongue swept from her core to her clit, and when he reached the top, he paused, leaving the flat of his tongue where it was. He watched her as if she was a treasure, as if every one of her reactions was the world to him, and she swore their eyes were locked for a good sixty seconds before he lowered his head and licked her again. And again.

Eyes closed, she bucked, her body unaccustomed to so much incredible stimulation. Arik gripped her tighter, holding her against him. His breath was hot, his tongue wet, and just as she was about to come, he eased up.

“You… you said no teasing.” She spoke through panting breaths, her hands fisted in the sheets.

Arik nuzzled her, planting soft kisses at her center. “This isn’t teasing. It’s the warm up.” He slipped a fingerˀpped a f inside her, and she came off the mattress.

“Oh… oh, God.” She cried out as he added another finger and began to pump them while his tongue circled her clit. “Yes,” she breathed. “Yes… oh, yes, right there…”

Her hips rolled and rotated as she followed the path of his tongue, trying to get it just where she wanted it, but he knew, was teasing out her pleasure, and just as she was about to scream in delicious frustration, he latched onto the swollen knot of nerves and sucked. His fingers thrust deep and did a twisty thing, and her release detonated like a bomb.

She came apart in a blinding explosion, and Arik worked her through it, his touch gentling as her sensitivity heightened. Then, in a delightfully sinful move, he feathered his tongue in super fast strokes back and forth over the slick flesh just above where his fingers were pumping, and she went off again, cresting harder than before.

As she came down, Arik rose up, pressing the blunt tip of his hard cock against her entrance. She arched, wanting him inside her. Needing him inside her.

He denied her at first, bending over to kiss his way back up her body as he moved them both more fully onto the mattress. Carefully, he mounted her, settling between her legs.

“You’re so beautiful.” His words were as whisper soft as his lips as he brushed them over hers.

Deepening the kiss, he slowly pushed inside her. His shaft filled her in one smooth, unrushed stroke, and when he was fully seated, he went still.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she murmured. “Oh, yes.”

He let out a shuddering breath, closed his eyes, and began to move. “Damn… you feel good.”

So did he, but words escaped her. All she could do was cling to him and marvel at the wonderful feeling of two joined bodies. Bearing his weight seemed like an indulgence, one she wanted to experience every day. Twice a day. More, if she had her way.

She ran her hands up and down his back, exploring the hills and valleys of his flexing muscles. Next to her, his arms were taut, his big veins standing out starkly under tan skin. A throaty growl of possession ripped from his chest, and when his nostrils flared, his lips parted, and another guttural sound escaped him, she knew he was close.

Between her legs, sensation built with every thrust. His hips moved faster, stroking her higher, hotter. He reached down to lift her thigh more fully up on his back, and she felt the change in depth as a lightning bolt of pleasure. She reveled in the power of his thrusts, his skill, his ability to know exactly how and where to touch her to wring intense pleasure from her.

His moan joined hers, and then she was coming, her body shuddering, her legs squeezing. Her sex clenched him, each ripple of her climax riding the hard length of his shaft and adding amazing layers to her orgasm.

“Limos.” He gasped her name, and his entire body stiffened and jerked. Thˀnd jerkee tendons in his neck stood out in stark ecstasy as hot jets pulsed inside her.

Together they rode the frenzied storm, their straining bodies finding a rhythm with equal give and take, the way she’d always imagined being with a man. When the tempest passed, it was as if Arik’s bones had turned to rubber, and he collapsed on top of her. They lay there in the aftermath, panting, sweating, and yes, this had been so worth waiting for.

“Well?” Arik rasped. “Was it all it’s cracked up to be?”

She grinned. “If you’re asking if it was good, it was.” She lost the smile. “You believe me, right?”

He rolled to the side to keep from squishing her, though in truth, she hadn’t minded his weight. “Sweetheart, I’ll never doubt you again.”

“Then I want you to know that I’m glad it was you.” She angled herself toward him and cupped his cheek. “I know it wasn’t by choice that I had to wait for my first time, but I’m glad it happened that way.”

He rubbed his face against her palm like a purring cat. “Well, now you have a lot to make up for.”

“Mmm. I can’t wait.” She smoothed her hand down his chest and over his abs. Lower… lower, and she was pleasantly surprised to discover that he was ready to get started.

He groaned. “I think I’ve created a monster.”

“I think you can handle it.” She rubbed his shaft, loving how it was swelling at her touch. “I have faith in your ability to satisfy my every need.”

“Is that so.”

“It’s so.” Throwing her leg over him, she pushed up so she was straddling him, and he watched her with half-lidded, curious eyes. “Arik?”

“Yeah.”

“Thank you.”

His hands slid up her calves to her thighs, leaving tingles in their wake. “For what?”

“For turning my wildest dreams into reality.”

One eyebrow raised, and he got a naughty gleam in his eye. “Wildest? Because I can tell you that we haven’t even begun to get wild.”

She shivered with appreciation. “Then what are we waiting for?”

In a surprisingly quick motion, Arik gripped her waist and flipped her, coming down on her back with his mouth to her ear. “We’re not waiting another minute.” His teeth clamped down on her earlobe, and she sucked air at the tiny pinch of pain. “You ready?”

“Ready,” she breathed. She had, after all, been waiting for this for five thousand years.

And it had been worth every minute.