“You’re very wet, but this still might hurt a bit.”
“Do it.”
He probed with the tip of his penis, and she was glad she’d been bold enough to fondle him. Now she knew what a penis felt like, or at least what his felt like. She wasn’t being invaded by some unknown object. She’d stroked this penis, and besides, it belonged to Colin, who had provided the first orgasm of her life. She would honor him forever because of that.
He entered her slowly, and she discovered that she really, really liked this feeling of Colin’s penis inside her. The walls of her vag**a contracted around him, and the pressure of another orgasm began to build. What an excellent idea sex was.
Then he stopped moving forward, and his chest heaved. He muttered something that sounded Scottish, and his tone suggested it was a swear word.
“What’s wrong?” Even in the shadowy light, she could see that his brow was furrowed with concern.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not hurting me.”
His voice rasped in the cool night air. “But I will if I keep going.”
“It’s the hymen problem.” She’d read enough to know about that pesky issue with being a virgin. “Break it.”
“You’re sure?”
“I’m a twenty-seven-year-old Were virgin. It’s time.”
“I suppose that’s true. And to tell the truth, I’m not sure what I’d do if you denied me.”
She’d been so wrapped up in her own first experience with sexuality that she’d lost sight of how he must be suffering. The books said postponing a cli**x could literally be painful.
She rubbed his back. “Bless your heart, do you have blue balls?”
With something between a chuckle and a groan, he surged forward, destroying her virginity with one firm thrust. So it was over.
And it hurt like hell. She hadn’t been prepared for that, and she yelped.
“Sorry.” He held still for a moment.
“Don’t be.” The pain was already less, and she arched upward, even though it cost her. “You deserve something out of this.”
“Don’t worry about that. I will come.” He sounded slightly out of breath. “I might not even have to move to do it.”
“Move.” She wiggled against him. “I’ll be fine.”
“Oh, lass.” With another heartfelt groan, he drew back and rocked forward again.
She’d expected more pain, but instead the easy thrust felt good. “Nice. Do that some more.”
“You’re humoring me.”
“No, it actually felt good. Maybe virgins need this to get broken in.”
“I wouldn’t know.” He held her gaze as he initiated a slow, easy stroke. “I’m no expert on virgins.”
Her pulse rate picked up as she caught his rhythm and began to move with him. “I’m guessing you’re an expert on sexual satisfaction, though.”
He shook his head. “But I can tell you this, my lovely Luna.” He increased the pace. “You’re a natural.”
Rising to meet him thrust for thrust and glorying in the fiery connection between them, she thought he might be right. Her second cli**x seemed even more beautiful than her first, because they’d created it together with the fusion of their bodies.
Even more joyous, Colin quickly followed. He gasped her name once, and then shuddered in reaction as he emptied himself into her willing body. She held him close and murmured her gratitude for all he’d given her tonight. She didn’t have enough experience to judge fairly, but she couldn’t help wondering how the joining of two Weres could be any better than this.
Chapter 10
The cool, damp air soon prompted Colin to move the party inside. As much as he loved stargazing, he preferred to gaze at Luna, and he could do that far better in the comfort of his bedroom. She helped him pack up the telescope and then she descended the steps wrapped in the quilt. He followed with the telescope in its box, and a bundle containing their clothes.
On the way down, he reminded himself that this was her first time and once was enough for her tonight. He might crave another round or two, or three, but then she’d be sore tomorrow. He wanted her to remember pleasure, not pain, so she’d ask for more.
When he reached the bottom step and looked for her, she was standing by the dimmer switch, still wrapped in the quilt.
“I wanted to make sure you were safely down before I did this.” She reduced the light from the bedside lamps, and the constellations in the drapes and bedspread began to glow.
“Geraldine must have showed you how that worked.”
“She did. We came up here at night so I could get the full effect. I thought it was lovely.” She unwound the quilt and laid it on a nearby chair.
Even in the faint light, she was spectacular. “Not as lovely as you.” A new surge of desire added a rasp to his voice. He dropped the clothes to the floor. There were other ways to pleasure each other, ways that wouldn’t cause her discomfort. His c*ck stiffened.
“You seem to have reloaded.” She walked toward him with confidence, as if she belonged here among the glowing constellations. Of course she did. Her name was Luna, after all.
Premonition ran a finger up his spine, and he trembled. Until now, he’d missed the connection. Her name was Luna, and he was fascinated by the night sky. A true Scotsman never discounted such things.
But a wise Scotsman wouldn’t mention it, in case this bonny lass might think he was daft and run in the opposite direction. He preferred having her move toward him, her br**sts swaying gently with each step, her eyes alight, her mouth curved in a saucy smile.
She stopped when she was inches away, and predictably, grasped the handle he’d so conveniently provided. “Now, where were we?”
“I’ve been thinking.” That was a lie. He couldn’t think at all when she was fondling his wee man.
“Thinking?” She cupped his balls with her free hand.
He groaned. “Virgins don’t usually do that, either.”
“I’m not a virgin anymore.”
“But you were twenty minutes ago.” His breath caught as she began a slow massage. “That’s hardly enough time to learn how to treat a chap’s family jewels.”
“As I said, I’ve had years to think about this. I’ve also done some reading and watched a few X-rated movies. I just never had someone to practice on.”
He gulped in air. “That makes me one lucky bastard.”
“Which is better for a bl*w j*b, sitting down or standing up? I’ve seen it both ways.”
His laugh had a strangled quality because he really couldn’t breathe properly while she played with him as if she’d discovered a new squeeze toy. “I think… I’d better sit on the bed.” Before he fell down. The pleasure was that intense, partly because he knew she’d never touched anyone else this way.
“Then back up a couple of steps and you’re there.”
“You’re not going to let go, are you?”
“Nope. I’m having too much fun.” She kept a firm hold on him as he retreated to the bed.
When he lowered himself to the mattress, she dropped to her knees and gazed up at him. “Tell me if I’m doing this right, okay?”
He nodded, but wondered if he’d be too overcome by the experience to say a word.
“Here goes.” Holding his c*ck in her fist, she slid her mouth over the tip and began to suck gently.
His eyes rolled back in his head. He prayed to all the gods he knew that he would conduct himself in a way that wouldn’t shock her. “You… can take more in.”
Obligingly, she did that. Holding her lips tight, she moved slowly up and down.
Meanwhile he went back to his football stats to keep from coming immediately. He had no idea if she was prepared for what would happen. He should warn her…
Then she flattened her tongue against the front ridge of his penis and put added pressure there. Where in bloody hell had she learned to do that ? He groaned and tried to remember where he’d left off on the stats. His brain whirled and he began to shake. He was going to warn her about… what?
Oh, yes. “When I… when I come… ”
Clutching the base of his cock, she gradually slid her mouth upward. When she lifted her head, she wrapped both hands around his shaft and held him the way a rock star cradled a microphone. “When you come… what?” Her voice was low and sexy.
He glanced down and noticed her n**ples had tightened into tiny buds of desire, which meant this exercise was good for her, too. He was glad of that. It meant she might want to do it again, but only if he made sure there were no surprises.
He combed his fingers through her hair and cupped the back of her head as he gazed into her eyes. “You don’t have to swallow.”
“Bless your heart,” she said softly as she continued to caress him. “Thinking of me.”
“I won’t be offended.”
“But the thing is, I want to swallow.”
His heartbeat roared in his ears. “You might not like—”
“The taste?” Leaning down again, she licked a droplet from the tip of his penis before glancing up at him again. “It seems I do.”
“Ah. Well, then.” If ever a male Were heard sweeter words than that from a female, he couldn’t imagine what they might be.
“You look happy.”
“If I were any happier, I’d levitate.”
“Good. Any suggestions for how I can improve?”
He shook his head.
“Then I’ll continue on.” With a little smile, she returned to her task.
Now that he’d warned her, he ditched the football stats, pressed his fingers into her scalp, and abandoned himself to her hands, her mouth, and her wicked tongue. Considering this was her first attempt at or*l s*x, he wanted to be around as she gained experience.
But his lust-saturated brain was incapable of following that thought to its logical conclusion. Soon, as she licked, nibbled, and sucked until he was delirious, he couldn’t think at all. He came in a glorious rush, and she drank all he had to offer as he bellowed his satisfaction.
Afterward, he flopped back on the bed, dazed by the wonder of Luna Reynaud.
She climbed up on the bed beside him and they both scooted around until they were lying lengthwise on the bedspread. He considered trying to get under the covers and decided it took too much effort.
She nestled close, her arm wrapped around his chest. “I learned something from that experience,” she murmured.
So had he. She was his perfect sexual partner. The significance of that would have to be dealt with later, but the truth of it was burned into his brain. Somehow he had to figure out a way to be with her, despite all the obstacles.
But for now, she’d made a comment and probably expected a response. He struggled to speak and had to make a couple of tries before managing a weary, “Oh?”
“But we can take care of the situation later, when you’re recovered.”
“Mm.”
She massaged his chest. “See, it turns out, bl*w j*bs make me hot.”
“Mm.” That information came as no surprise to him, and after he had a chance to catch his breath, he’d make sure she found her happy place again.
“But I can wait.”
“Five minutes,” he murmured. Already life had begun to flow back into his body and very soon he’d be ready to make love to her again, but gently. Very, very gently.
Luna was proud of herself. Judging from Colin’s noisy reaction, he’d had a good time just now. She’d delivered her first bl*w j*b, and it had been a success.
She hadn’t realized that doing that for Colin would make her want to have sex with him again, though. She’d read enough to know she could give herself a cli**x, and that was an option now that she wasn’t worried about how orgasms would affect a female werewolf. Maybe eventually, after Colin went back to Scotland, she’d resort to that method.
But when he was lying right next to her, she couldn’t see the point in giving herself an orgasm. That wouldn’t be nearly as much fun as if she waited for him to reload and slide right into her. Thinking of that made her ache with longing. Once the dam had been breached, so to speak, she couldn’t seem to stop the flood of desire.
Slowly she stroked his chest. The soft, springy hair, caramel and chocolate mixed together, swirled around his n**ples and then made a little path leading directly to his penis. Following the path, she touched him there and smiled when she was rewarded with a little twitch of a response.
Perhaps she could help him reload. She ran a fingernail gently up the underside of his shaft, where the intriguing ridge seemed especially sensitive.
“I won’t be using that on you again tonight, lass,” he murmured.
“No more reloading?” She tried not to sound too disappointed.
“Oh, you could bring me back to attention, but it will do no good. I’m not about to make you sore and have you regret the fun you had.”
“I won’t ever regret tonight.” Not even after he was gone. She understood that this couldn’t be the love of her life, because he would return to Scotland. Last time he’d left, he hadn’t come back for fifteen years.
Because she had no idea how often she’d see him after this visit, she’d make sure not to become attached. Considering how wonderful he’d been so far, she might have a slight problem with that, but she was used to distancing herself when necessary.
In the meantime, she would be greedy and take whatever he was willing to give. A little soreness wouldn’t bother her. She continued to caress him, with gratifying results.
Then he reached down and grabbed her wrist. His hold was easy, but unbreakable, as if she were wearing silk handcuffs. Then he captured her other wrist, as if ensuring she wouldn’t try using that hand instead.