While Elric had telepathy, he didn't need it to know what was on Ann's mind in that moment. It was the same thing on his, and had been since she had washed his hair and shaved away his beard.
She laid back on the couch, her soft hands wrapped around his shoulders, her warm touch heating him to the core as he came over her, surrounding her on all sides. The lights were dim, the soft-blue glare of the TV screen cast ever changing light on her beautiful face. The face he came to know like the back of his hand, yet he could watch for eternity.
His inhibitions crumbled away and without hesitation, Elric sealed his lips over Ann's in a searing kiss that was hotter than the surface of the sun. She moaned softly against his lips, one of his hands cupping her cheek while the other held him propped up on the yielding, worn couch. Kissing her was unlike anything he ever experienced. Similar to gathering treasure but so much stronger. The moment he had some, he was left wanting more, needing it.
He deepened their kiss, their mouths joining in a way that he could no longer tell where his own started and hers ended. Passion grew between them like a bonfire with every passing moment. She opened her mouth, inviting him in, and he delved within caressing her with slow, languorous strokes. He felt her press her soft body against his making him harder as his mind raced through what he might do to her next.
One thing at a time, he told himself, calming the beast within him as it surged below the surface, pent up and wanting to claim Ann from the moment he laid eyes on her, yet held back as he weighed wisdom and her timeline with his own raging desire.
Elric moved from her mouth to her earlobe, playing with the delectably soft skin and gently biting down with his teeth, testing her to see how close she preferred to ride the thin line between pleasure so great it felt like pain. With every touch, each little nip, she reacted to him. Her hips writhed. Her breath caught as she gasped in delight. Her hands moving over his shoulders and back, roaming and clenching as pleasure coursed through her at his behest.
"You're relentless," Ann whispered, her soft moan punctuating the end of her sentence as he nipped the sensitive flesh of her neck.
"Of course, I am a shilfter," he said, kissing her again and traveling lower, nipping her collarbone, "and shifters never tire of things we so greatly enjoy and treasure."
Any other time, they would have shared a laugh over his words, in a different situation. However, his lips moved down toward the swells of her rapidly panting breasts and they were both locked in that moment together. His persistent pleasure and her endless enraptured state. Just the way he liked.
His hands found their way under her shirt, feeling the edges of her perfect, soft body until reaching the sides of her breasts. Instead of indulgent, supple, voluptuous flesh, he found a bodice-like contraption keeping their flesh from touching. This will not do, he thought to himself. He spared no time, reaching around her back to find the mechanism that released the brassiere and unhooking it. In a single, fluid motion he removed both her shirt and the prison that previously trapped her ample breasts from his touch, revealing her bare naked upper body to him. For several long moments, he gazed down at her. All the curves and softness to her beauty were as pleasing to the eye as to the touch.
"Is something wrong?" Ann asked, her normally rosy cheeks flushed dark with her growing arousal.
"Not at all. In fact, something is quite right. No, not right, perfection," he said lowering his mouth to cover one impeccable, dusky pink nipple. "You, to be precise," he told her fervently, ending with one long kiss on her breast.
She moaned louder, her back lifting from the couch in an arch as her hips brushed against his painfully hard member. It was almost enough to send him into a frenzy. But first things first. His hands found her generous breasts, so soft and delicious it was almost too much for his incredibly large palms. He took his time, kneading them, caressing and squeezing and kissing as he savored every response he elicited from her in the process. Her nipples responded to his touch forming small, hardened tips he happily teased with his tongue as he watched her writhe and clutch the couch cushions with her roaming hands. He bit down softly, pressing one hardened tip between his teeth and lip, then the other, making her mewl with pleasure.
While he could do this all day, perhaps even all week, he was well aware that his mate wanted release. Needed it, even, and he was going to give it.
***
There was nothing like this in the entire world.
If someone had came up to Ann on the street and said, "Hey, you're going to meet a guy that says he's an ancient shapeshifter who's going to be protective and ridiculously hot and he's going to follow you around everywhere you go. Oh, and, just so you know, he's unbelievably skilled in bed." She'd have thought they were crazy.
Yet it was true. He was like a homing missile, so deft and wholly directed to pleasing her, going everything and anywhere that fueled the fire inside. He built up rising waves of desire so high she had no idea how far she might go before it came crashing down.
Elric's mouth continued covering her breast, sucking as she tried to find something, anything, she could hold on to that would stave off her body's incredibly strong response to him. It was no use. No sensation could hold her back as he ravished her with indescribable skill. As she felt she could handle no more, his hands found the zipper and button closure of her jeans like an answer to the wordless desire of her body.
Yes, please. Anything you want, as long as it's you, she thought, practically quivering in anticipation as he slid the denim off her legs, then the thin layer of lace that made up her panties. However, instead of peeling out of his own clothing, he looked down at her with a devious gleam in his dark, fathomless eyes which she could swear were smiling at her like they knew and recognized the desires of her heart. It was as though he spoke, yet the only sound, aside from their heavy breathing, came faintly from the television across the room.
Not quite yet, darling, his eyes told her. He moved lower on the couch, spreading her legs easily with one big hand as he lowered his head to the apex of her thighs, raven strands falling over his face rakishly. There was something heart stopping about seeing someone so large, so heavily muscled, and so drop-dead-gorgeous positioned over you. She felt chills run through her as she stared into his dark eyes.
His tongue ran over the seam of her center from end to end, flicking the sensitive little button at the top and all at once it flooded her. Her body froze, the pleasure of his touch exploded inside of her all at once. It was so strong and overpowering she gripped the closest thing to her. It seemed like an eternity as pleasure pulsed through her in wave after wave, with even the lightest of his kisses coming back out of her with tenfold strength. It waned slowly, leaving her in a haze of release, happiness, and desperate want. She rolled her head to look down at Elric, and then she realized she had gripped fistfuls of his thick, dark hair as though her life depended on it. His dark eyes remained locked on her, watching her every move with his complete attention.
"I'm sorry. I hope I didn't pull too hard," she apologized feeling so relaxed and amazing that she hadn't thought in the moment.
Elric licked his lips slowly, meticulously eager, then spoke in a tone unlike anything she heard from him before. His voice was dark, husky, and slightly strained, "So long as you're coming, you can hold onto me however you like, Ann."
She swore she saw his eyes glisten as his irises became thin slits, glittering and diamond-like yet still dark as the midnight sky. In a flash, it was gone. He ardently moved back between her trembling thighs, his tongue finding her center before she had time to process anything beyond the torrent of pleasure engulfing her entire being. He was like a surgeon making tiny strokes with the very tip that defied reason in their deftness. He would do small circles pleasuring her yet teasing her at the same time, following up with a long, purposeful lick directly over her center.
His hands were not idle. She closed her eyes and felt the dual sensations of his touch on her breasts as his thumbs pressed into her nipples and his hands squeezed her breasts mixing with the shocking pleasure of his tongue. It was too overwhelming for words, too strong for any human language to convey. She wasn't sure how many times she came while his mouth was there. She came so hard, so fast that she could feel orgasms layering on top of each other. His tongue kicked off another release from inside her while she was still in the middle of the last. He was gentle as he was ravenous, controlled as he was unleashed, unyielding in his quest to please her more than she had ever been pleasured before.
As she released from what could have been her fifth or five-hundredth orgasm--it didn't really matter how many anymore--Elric gave her respite from his torrent of lovemaking. She felt wonderful; both exhausted and relaxed simultaneously. Yet she felt a powerful need deep inside her that she hadn't known in a long time, maybe ever. An insatiable want that could only be filled in one way.
"I think we should move on to the main course," she told him breathlessly.
Elric paused for a moment watching her, appraising her to make sure it was what she wanted.
"For that, I believe my mate deserves a proper bed," he said calmly, lifting her off the couch making her feel weightless for the first time in her life. He took her directly to her bedroom, taking the stairs two at a time. When he got there, he closed the door behind him with his foot and put her on the soft bed, surveying her like a hungry predator. Based on the way his jeans strained against his hips, she wasn't the only one in need.
He pulled off his shirt giving her a view of the most perfect male body, complete with bulging pecs, a chiseled abs, and thickly muscles arms. It was his face that captivated her. High, refined cheekbones and strong, straight jawline. The way he always arched his eyebrow slightly suspiciously, or those dark eyes the color of water at night. She watched with rapt attention as he stripped off his jeans, revealing his thickly muscled thighs and impressive hips. Before she forgot, Ann darted to the nightstand and dug around until she found the small foil packet that had been in there for longer than she could remember. She tossed it across the bed at Elric.
"What is this? Some type of sheath?" he asked eyeing it suspiciously.
"You could call it that. It's for protection," she said awkwardly, hoping not to stall what her body so desperately wanted any longer than necessary.
"From what? I shall always protect you," he stated with genuine puzzlement.
"It's just a safety measure, Elric," she explained softly, really not wanting to go into detail. Thankfully, he seemed to get it and opened the package to put it on.
"If it is what you desire, then I shall do it," he said as he unrolled the condom over himself and stretched the latex to its limit. "It is a poor fit."
Ann would have laughed if it wasn't so hot. So visually overwhelming to see Elric naked like this, pure sex and strength and control, all for her. As he climbed onto the bed positioning himself over her, she felt the heat of his body, his nearness, so strong she felt she could melt. She saw his muscles bulge as he held his weight above her, she felt the tip of him at her entrance, teasing her. His eyes were intense, focused on her like they had been all night. His wild gaze was equally caring, gentle as it was dominant. Elric slid into her and everything slipped away into endless, unfathomable pleasure.
Oh, this is going to be good.
***
Elric's mind went completely blank as he slid into Ann slowly, carefully making sure her body would accommodate him, yet entirely overcome with the sensation of it all. As far as he recalled, sex never felt like this before and they barely started. It didn't hurt that he could hear her thoughts. Though he tried hard not to eavesdrop, the desires of her body called out to him as clearly as spoken words.
Until that moment, all he heard was: Want. Need.
He intended to give her everything she wanted and needed.
Elric waited a moment giving their bodies time to acclimate. His fit within her was barely right and only increasing in pleasure as she relaxed beneath him. Once he was satisfied she was ready, he pulled out and thrust into her fully. Ann moaned in pleasure and excitement, her hands grasping the sheets beneath her. Even with the ill-fitting sheath he wore, it felt like wildfire being inside her. Intense. Amazing. Pure bliss.
He didn't wait this time, stroking into her at a slow rhythm allowing them both the experience of the electrifying wet friction as he moved. The deeper he went, the more overwhelmed Ann appeared to be, her eyes rolled back and her back arched as their hips met. It was clear they were both near their limits. His thrusts gradually increased in speed and he felt a fire being stoked deep inside that blazed and was unquenchable like his lust for her, his mate. Whether or not they were mated, he wanted to hear her scream his name, needed to feel her come undone around him, the both of them together.
He hastened his pace, moving faster with each second, pushing into her and coming back out, nothing but white-hot pleasure coursing between them as they joined and separated. As he did, she pushed her hips up to meet him, her breathing ragged as they rushed toward the same inexpressible goal. He felt her body at the precipice and he reached between them, his fingertip finding that little button and flicking it in the hopes of intensifying her orgasm.
"Elric! Oh, Elric," she cried out as her nails bit into his back and her body clenched tighter around him, squeezing him beyond his incredible control as he thrust a final time until her hips fully cradled his. She came, releasing everything they had built together and his own release was forced from him. He jerked inside her, trying to focus on her face as darkness clouded his vision from the intensity of it all.
Together they rode the collective buildup of experienced pleasure, all the unanswered feelings that existed between them and the tension that had been their from the moment they met. Ann called out his name again and again, like music to his ears, Elric held her close and soaked in the reality of it all. The sensation of being more alive than he'd ever felt before and never wanting to let it go. Even as they finished, their breathing quickened and gradually slowing to normal, Elric held her, shocked at the humanity of making love to one's mate.
Carefully he pulled out and away from her, hurrying to the bathroom and discarding the sheath before he rushed back to the bed and drew the blankets over them. She snuggled against him and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to shield her from everything bad in the world, wanting her to feel safe forever in his arms. She drifted to sleep quickly and he ruminated as his body relaxed.
Her body was his new treasure. The brightest, purest of all things desirable in the world. The one thing he would forever seek, yet never tire of finding, of giving her in every way. As sleep overcame him, it was the final thought that passed through his mind.