CHAPTER 22 – PLEASING MY MATE

CHAPTER 22 – PLEASING MY MATE
Nathan P.O.V.

I massage her breasts slowly, feeling every inch of their succulent flesh, wanting nothing more than bury my head and teeth in them. 
When I’ll place my mark on her, I want to place it here, not on her neck, but on her left breast, on its perfect roundness. Only thinking about it is making my canines elongate; I seriously need to get a grip before I do something reckless.
Think of old grandmas and flaccid breasts. I mentally picture them, and slowly my wolf calms down a tiny bit, enough to let my canines retract. I’m just starting to have hope that I could make it through the night, without ruining my mate for myself, when Sloane loses her patience, takes my head in her hands and without warning presses my face on her boobs. Fuck, the composure I painstakingly just regained flies out of the window, and I start liking and sucking her breasts like a starved man, who’s been offered the most luscious meal on the planet.
Her hands thread into my hair, massaging my locks and guiding my mouth where she wants it the most; I’m a willing tool in her hands and I’m enjoying every minute of it.
I bit down lightly on her nipple and she whimpers loudly, speeding up her grinding motion against my crotch, her moans and breaths becoming more frantic. I throb hard against her, my dick feeling harder than ever before.
Fuck, if she keeps this up, I’m going to come in my fucking pants. Before I could let that happen, I shifted position, laying her down on the bed, with me standing between her legs, my feet still on the carpeted floor.
She whines in protest and tries to pull me down to her, but she’s no match for my strength, and she’s not coherent enough to succeed anyway. 
I slip the lower half of her dress down her hips and legs, and throw it blindly behind me, not caring where it lands, as my being is solely focused on the epitome of beauty before me. 
“Fuck me, Nathan, please”, she keeps begging me, and it’s taking everything I have not to give into her alluring pleads.
Instead, I bend down and lower my mouth to her breasts again, kissing a trail down her round mound of perfection, to the plain of her flat ivory stomach; I stop to lick her belly button, making her giggle, and continue down the path to her center, where I place a small kiss over her panties, but don’t linger for long, wanting to leave it for later, as all the best stuff.
I place kisses on her inner thigh, sucking hard in some spots, wanting to see my mark there on her spotless skin, making her mine, somehow. When I’ve kissed and licked all the length of her leg and sucked on her cute toes, earning a few feeble protests, I decide to finally unwrap my Christmas present, and trace my way back to her core. Her panties are completely soaked with her juices, the sight making me practically salivate, and I can’t hold back any longer, I rip her panties right off her, and gauging by her small cry it must have stung, but I don’t care, I need to taste her before I lose my mind.
The sight of her smooth desirable pussy adds more urgency to my quest, and before anyone could stop me, not even myself, I lap at her entrance all the way up to her clit, making her suck a ragged breath in.
I lap all her juices clean, while she wriggles in ecstasy under my hold, but I’m not done, the scent of her is so sweet and addicting, of berries and something sweet, I need to taste more, right from the source. So, I plunge my tongue between her folds and start tongue fucking her, making her explode into a crescendo of sighs and moans, while my arms hold her thighs flat down on the mattress, giving me all the access I need to her sweet honey.
Lost in the throes of pleasure, she starts thrusting up in my face, allowing my tongue to go deeper, and when I feel her walls tense up, I circle my thumb a few times on her clit, sending her over the edge.
“Ahh, fuck! Nathan!” she cries, while I keep fucking her with my tongue, drinking up her deliciousness until its last drop.
Once I’m done, and she’s fully come down from her high, I move up her body until my mouth finds hers, and we start kissing passionately, roughly, like we both want to keep a piece of each other for ourselves.
“Did you like it?” I ask her between kisses.
“Mhhh,” she approves in my mouth, making me smile like a silly lover boy.
Do I really need this kind of verbal confirmation of my performance from her? I don’t, but I like to hear it from her anyway.
“Then, let me make you feel good again,” I whisper in ear, before sucking on her earlobe and making her sign hornily.
I pull her up with me on the bed, so that we are both kneeling, then I turn her around and pull her to me, her back pressed to my naked chest, my legs between hers, keeping hers apart, making her completely at my mercy. 
I start sucking hard on her thin neck, especially on the tender spot where usually a mate mark would be, and she responds immediately, her breath becoming erratic, and her whimpers and moans start to fill the room again. My hands play with her breasts in a game of squeezing, kneading and pinching, until her skin heats up, and that’s when I slowly trail a hand down to her clit, and my fingers starts teasing it, slowly at first, then faster and faster, following the increase of her cries of pleasure. When I’m satisfied that she’s turned on enough, I slide my fingers lower, to her entrance, which is sleek with her liquid desire, and I massage her there, teasing at the entrance, before I slowly thrust one finger into her tight channel, making her suck in a breath. My other hand pinches her nipple hard, distracting her from the intrusion, and that’s when I remove my finger and thrust back in again, with a little more impetus. She whimpers loudly, but I keep going and her walls soon relax, letting more juices coat my intruding appendage.
She’s so fucking tight; I can’t help imagining how good it would feel to squeeze myself into her, it would be outwardly and mind-blowing, but I must remind myself that I can’t do that to her. And honestly, I wouldn’t want our first time to be this way either, I want her to be completely in it with me when I take her.
Pleasure and desire sink their claws deep in Sloane again, and she starts thrusting her hips against my fingers greedily, chasing her orgasm with dutiful fervor. I plunge a second finger into her, and she moans out loud, increasing her pace, turning wild in my arms, desperate to reach the peak that’s just a step away.
I thrust faster, harder, curling my fingers inside her, and before long, her body tenses up like a cord, experiencing that mind-numbing pinnacle of ecstasy that then leaves her completely spent, putty in my hands.
I turn her in my arms, while her body is still slack from the aftereffects of her orgasm, and I sit her in my lap, holding her close, and running soothing circles with my fingers on her flawless back.
 She’s so fucking beautiful. In this moment, I realize with certainty that I will never be able to give her up. I need her like the air to breathe, like the blood running in my veins. In these three weeks, she’s managed to break down all my walls and to carve her place into my heart. No, she doesn’t just own a part of it, she’s stolen it whole, and she’s keeping it hostage indefinitely, which works for me, she should keep it forever, because it couldn’t keep beating on this earth if she weren’t with me.
With this realization, I finally feel at ease, like a huge weight has been lifted from my chest, and with it comes a new purpose, the visceral need of keeping my mate happy and safe by my side, starting from taking her to the highest peaks of pleasure tonight.