20: A First Touch

“What do we do, Nathaniel?” I asked, voice quiet, my hands running up his chest, coming to settle on the back of his neck. I looked up, my eyes meeting his; I could see his wolf staring back at me, and I’m sure he could see mine staring back at him. “I don’t know what to do.”

“We don’t have to do anything yet, Effie. Nothing permanent, anyway.” His hands slid around my waist, meeting behind my back. “We can just let this develop, see what happens, and revisit once the situation with my father is over.”

I was conflicted. Really conflicted. I wanted him, goddess knows I did. But was it fair? I didn’t want to lead him on if we then decided actually not to go ahead with whatever this was. The bond would keep getting stronger if we spent time together, but it wouldn’t be permanent until we marked each other. If we marked each other. We could still reject the bond. It would hurt both of us, but we could reject it.

“Effie. Do you want me?”

My eyes closed and my head fell forwards, leaning on his chest. “Yes, goddess I want you.”

“And I need you right now,” he whispered in my ear, his voice low. “Say yes, please.”

I lifted my head, looking back up to meet his eyes. “Yes,” I whispered, before tiptoeing to press my lips against his. He groaned, a guttural sound, sliding his hands up my back, over my shoulders, coming to settle with his fingers in my hair, holding me against him, tight.

His tongue slipped out to meet mine; a light touch, dancing along my lip, waiting for me to deepen the kiss, refusing to make that first move.

I moaned against his mouth, pressing closer against him, opening my mouth to let him in. His response was immediate. He deepened the kiss, his mouth taking no prisoners. My hands slipped down his chest, undoing the buttons on his shirt, never once breaking the kiss. His hands started pulling at my clothes too, untucking my blouse, fingers making light work of the buttons.

He made light work of the buttons on my jeans and I his, finally breaking the kiss so we could both shimmy out of our trousers. He dragged his eyes up and down my body as I stood before him in just my underwear. Nathaniel moved behind me, hands moving around to cup my breasts through the fabric of my bra. His lips went to my neck, teasing down until he reached my shoulder.

I moaned, my head falling back onto his shoulder, my back arching to push my breasts harder into his hands. He squeezed harder, pinching my nipples through the fabric. His left hand moved down my stomach, reaching into my underwear, his fingers reaching for my clit. At the first touch, I cried out, my eyes fluttering shut.

He pulled me back tight against him, until I could feel his very clear erection pressed against the small of my back.

His finger ran circles around my clit, keeping up the pressure until I started circling my hips in time with his movements.

I tried to spin around to face him, but he moved his arm across my chest whilst the fingers of his other hand carried on teasing my clit to keep me still.

“Nathaniel, please…”

“You just had to ask, Effie,” he whispered, walking us towards the desk, never once giving up the torture. He moved me forwards until I was bending over the desk in front of him. I squirmed as his hands danced back up my spine, before unclasping my bra and letting it fall away.

His fingers looped into the sides of my thong, gripping tight before tearing it away from my body. Before I could even react, he pushed two fingers inside me, roughly, forcing me up to tiptoe. He started moving his fingers inside me, thrusting harder and faster until I cried out, squirming around him.

He pressed his thumb against my clit, keeping up the movement inside me until I exploded around him, muffling my screams in my hand. Holding my hands behind my back, he pulled me back up to stand before him, pushing his cock against my ass.

“So responsive, Effie,” he growled in my ear. “I knew you would be.”

I spun in his arms, reaching for the waistband of his boxers. I slipped my hand in, stroking up and down his length. I dropped to my knees in front of him, pulling his boxers down his legs until he could step out of them.

He looked down at me, eyes wide, as I leaned forwards, swirling my tongue around his tip. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, squeezing as I took him into my mouth. He groaned as I drew him deeper, flicking my tongue across his tip.

His hands wound into my hair, giving him leverage to push deeper, until he bumped the back of my throat. He pulled back before thrusting in again, hard, only ever moving a couple of inches so I had no respite.

He thrust into my mouth as far as he could, burying himself so deep in my throat that my eyes watered. He used his grip to keep me there, moving just centimetres at a time. He groaned, and I felt his balls tighten and body tense just before he emptied down my throat.

He pulled me back up, crashing his mouth down on mine, his hands running straight down underneath my ass. He picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist so the head of his cock rubbed against my core.

I guided him inside me, letting my head fall back as I savoured the feel of him filling me, one inch at a time. His grip on my thighs turned punishing as he pulled back out of me. He thrust back inside me, hard and deep, adopting a punishing pace that had me digging my nails into his shoulders, my walls already tightening around him.

He pulled out of me, leaving me whimpering. Before I could pull him back inside me, he sat me on the edge of the table, mouth crashing down on mine.

I tried to pull him back on top of me, but he used his grip on my hips to keep me right where he wanted me.

I pulled away from him, a whimper tearing from my throat. “Nathaniel, please. I need you to fuck me.”

He smirked, before using his grip on my hips to flip me over so I ended up on my hands and knees before him.

He pushed back inside me in one move, his hands back on my hips holding me still. I arched my back as far as I could, helping him get access to that spot inside me that drives me crazy.

My orgasm was catching up, and catching up fast. One of Nathaniel’s hands wound into my hair, pulling my head back, the other reaching around to rub my clit.

The combination had me exploding around him in no time at all, screaming as my body came apart. He lost his rhythm, thrusting inside me as fast as he could, chasing his own release.

He came inside me with a groan, letting go of my hair and falling on top of me, just holding himself up with his hands either side of my head.