Maiya
“Entonces así, no más corriente,” he asked pulling away from me. {So, no more running then?} I smiled widely and laughed.
“Marcha no más,” I vowed. {No more running.}
He immediately closed the small distance between us and picked me up causing me to wrap my legs around his waist as he kissed me. The kiss was deep and sensual causing me to moan and grow wet from the passionate of it all. We stayed in that position for minutes, neither of us wanting to be the one who pulled back for air. My head was because dizzy and my lungs burned, “Miguel.” I pulled back from his lips and inhaled deeply; my lips, I know, were swollen and red.
“Sí, mi amor,” he replied breathlessly. {Yes, my love.}
I giggled at the fact that he would have rather died than pull away from the kiss.
“Me marca.” {Mark me.}
Miguel inhaled sharply pulling me closer to him. His rock solid erection was pressed against my stomach. I had forgotten that he was naked but when I remembered I was immediately. Just the feel of it made me wetter and I wanted nothing more than for him to dive deep inside of me and pleasure me to the point of pain. My breath hitched at just the thought, causing me to clinch my lower muscles in anticipation of my mate being that deep in me.
“¿Está seguro? ¿Está preparado para ello,” he asked me shocked. {Are you sure? Are you ready for that?}
“Sí,” I told him. I was ready for this. By telling him that I wasn’t running anymore it meant that I was willing to spend my long wolf years with him, my mate. {Yes.}
“Maiya,” he moaned as he pulled my lips back to his.
In no time our tongues were back to wrestling for dominace again. Determined not to let him win this time I roughly bit his bottom lip. I was rewarded with a growled as he threw me against a wall, cracking the wall. I moaned loudly at the impact.
“¿Te gusta como áspera primera línea como Maiya,” he asked me ripping my shirt and bra from my body in one fluid motion. He attacked my n****e with his teeth, rolling it back and forth between them. {Do you like it rough Maiya?}
I couldn’t speak. I could barely breathe as the pleasure flooded through my body in waves. Sometime between the third wave he had gone from teasing my n*****s to roughly sucking on them. I could feel my center grow wetter, so wet in fact that I felt my juices sliding down my leg. I let out a whimper when I felt his teeth grace my n****e again. I roughly grinded my center against his erection thinking it was answer enough, but it wasn’t.
“Me responde, mi amor,” he said but again I couldn’t. The sensations rolling through my body were building as his hands glided over my bare torso. Shocks and electric buzzing ignited something in my body and all I could think of was the fact that Noir had never made me feel like this. {Answer me, my love.}
Miguel growled fiercely and pulled me from the wall and slammed me on the hard wooden floors. I was delighted to hear another cracking sound, and I rewarded him with another whimper/moan of approval.
“Usted nunca pienso en él otra vez! Él nunca toque! Él nunca te hacen c*m otra vez! Ahora me mate,” he shouted at me as he ripped my shorts and panties off. {You will never think of him again! He will never touch you again! He will never make you c*m again! Now answer me mate.}
“Yes Miguel. I like it rough,” I moaned out. I had never been so turned on in my life. My clit thumped in time to my heart; speeding up as I heard Miguel inhale and groan.
I could feel his enticing body heat as he leaned over me. I knew he had smelled my arousal and was even more turned on because I could feel his erection thump to life on my stomach. My breath hitched again. What the hell was wrong with me, I thought. When had my body become this sensitive? He couldn’t touch me without causing tiny waves of pleasure to shoot through me like a bullet from a gun. My hands reached for erection and as soon as I had it he moaned.
“Maiya,” he moaned as he jammed two fingers inside of me.
“f**k,” I shouted. He showed no signs of letting up or slowing the pace that his fingers had taken.
“Puede que te hacen sentir como si este,” he asked arrogantly. I chose to ignore that question and relish in what I was feeling. {Can he make you feel like this?}
Goddess, it felt like even his fingers were made to fit that hole because every time he thrust the two fingers in me he hit my sweet spot. By the time he had made it to five thrusts I was already screaming his name and bucking my hips against his fingers. My eyes were closed but I knew if they were open I would see his smug face as I yelled his name. I growled at that thought. The fighter in me wouldn’t let him beat me like this. With blinding speed I moved from under him and pushed him back so that I was on top; for that I earned a growl.
“The hell Maiya.”
“¿Usted cree que yo iba a dejar que usted gana al igual que Miguel?” He didn’t answer me. I crouched down over his face making sure he could smell my arousal but couldn’t reach. {Did you think I was going to let you win like that Miguel?}
He reached his hands up to pull me down to him, but I quickly moved out of his grasp. Shaking my head no.
“Maiya,” he rasped.
“Shh.” I raked my nails down his toned body slowly earning a deep moan. When I was low enough I came face to face with my treasure. I tediously licked up its length, earning me a hitched breath and then a guttural growl.
Sexy, I thought.
I took him into my mouth slowly, tasting the pre-c*m that had oozed from the tip. His essence was sweet but with raw masculinity behind it. The taste burst on my tongue causing me to moan and slam him deeper into my mouth. I felt his hands weave their wave into my hair and push me down and drag me back up. His moans were growing louder, so loud that they drowned out my own moans. I gently massaged his sac in my hands as I expertly had him in my throat.
I bet that none of those femmes made you feel like this, I sent him through our link.
They never mattered. Every time I f****d them I dreamed of you. But you are right… none of them made me feel like this, he replied. Even his mental voice was raspy and tired.
“Maiya stop,” he said. I refused and kept going. I could feel him c****x coming and I wanted it all in my mouth. “Maiya!”
He ripped me from his erection and I whimpered like a puppy that had just been unlatched from its mother’s n****e. I wanted more, hell who was I kidding? I needed more. I wanted to taste him on my tongue, for the explosion of flavor to slap me in the face like it had the first time. I tried to pull free my Miguel’s tight grip but I couldn’t escape. I growled in anger and then huffed.
Miguel had begun to sit up. he was still trying to calm himself. Knowing I wasn’t going anywhere for a minute or so, I stuck my finger in my mouth and then placed it on my throbbing clit, rubbing it. My hips immediately bucked and I grew wetter. I moaned into my hand as I pleasured myself into oblivion. A satisfied grunted let me know that I had an audience. I popped my eyes open and looked Miguel in his eyes.
“Me lleve,” I whispered. {Take me.}
Without hesitation, Miguel slide me under him and rammed his thickness into me. I gasped from his size and then I whimpered as he pulled completely out only to have him ram back inside. He repeated that process two more time until I was use to it and then he picked up the speed. I moaned loudly as the pat pat pat of human flesh filled the room. My claws extended as I clawed his back marking my territory. His hiss of pleasure made me buck into him more.
He swiftly picked me up and threw me back against the wall and slide back inside me. I screamed out his name and begged him to go harder, faster because I was so close. He slowed his pace down and chuckled as I growled and whimpered at the same time.
Did he make you feel like the baby, he asked me.
I couldn’t even answer him because the pain of not being able to c****x was both pleasurable and painful.
Answer me, he said forcefully and he rammed deep inside of me.
“No!” I screamed. I buried myself inside his neck. He had slowed himself down again. The feeling was maddening. How could he control himself?
He rewarded me with quicker and deeper thrusts, but they weren’t so quick or deep that I would c****x. I tried to throw my hips into him but he held my body tightly against the wall. By this time I was panting and thinking that I wasn’t above begging him anymore. I would let him have this win today because I wanted to feel the release that I needed. He kissed down my neck and nipped at the spot where I would proudly wear his mark.
Can anyone else make you feel this good my love, he asked smugly.
“No.” I mumbled. He rammed inside me deeper, faster and harder.
“I couldn’t hear you my love. What was that?” He asked repeating his thrusts.
“Oh Goddess, no one but you Miguel. Miguel please,” I begged.
“Please what,” he barked.
“Let me climax.”
“You will only c****x when I tell you to,” he ordered.
He slammed into me over and over again. I tried to hold onto the c****x that was building. It was teetering over the edge waiting for that one push that would cause me to hit the ground, shatter and break.
“f**k! I’m about to c*m inside you, my love.” He moaned as I tightened my lower muscles ready to drain him drain.
His grip tightened on me as he bit down on my marking spot. I shouted out in pure ecstasy. I could feel a stronger bond being formed and he released himself inside me with a forceful thrust and grunt.
“Your turn love,” he said.
I turned my head and bit down, marking him forever. His moans turning me on. He was still inside of me and I hadn’t had my release yet.
“Miguel,” I begged.
“Cum.”
I happily shouted his name and burst into a million tiny pieces. Coming down from my blinding euphoric c****x I grew tired and I felt Miguel pick me up and place me in the bed. He put me under the blankets first before he slid in after me. I cuddled myself into his warmth and grabbed his arm and wrapped it around me.
“I love you,” I whispered sleepily.
“I love you more.”
I smiled sleepily as I drifted off. The last thing I remember was hearing the word trouble. I thought I was dreaming and I wish I had been…