Carramel's POV
James is staring into my soul above me, watching every little emotion in my face to make sure I really want this but I need this. I need this assurance that my dreams really came true. I need to know that this sweet caring man belongs to me, and only me, for the rest of our lives. I need to feel it. I need … him.
I feel his hands slide between our bodies and brace myself, my loosened hole twitching in nerves and excitement. I feel him hesitant once more, and as much as I want him to hurry up I know he's only concerned about me making a decision I'll regret, but I could never regret this moment.
"Please." I whisper, begging him with my eyes and body as I raise my hips, trying to convince him to make love to me, now, because my mind is starting to cloud again and the only thing on my mind.
He stares at me for another couple seconds before he finally gives in and I give a sigh of relief, finally being able to stop fighting the haze of sexually concentration on James and embrace it instead.
He begins to move forward, his hand keeping his large cock steady and I feel the tip of it run smoothly around my twitching entrance making us both groan. He continues to push in, at a snails pace and I gasp, the feel of him so much bigger than the sight as his large mushroom head begins to push through the tight ring of muscles making me cry out. He immediately stops and I feel him about to pull out in panic but I stop him with a hand on his arm.
"Keep going." I beg him and I see him warring at himself but he finally relents and continues to push into me. After his tip passes, the worst is over and as he slides deeper into my channel and slowly stretches me the pain quickly morphs into pleasure. "Oh Goddess, yes!" I moan, hips thrusting upward making his cock slip even further into me.
James groans loudly, the sound so deep it can almost pass as a growl. I whimper is need and pleasure as he finally ends up seated balls deep against mine but much to my disappointment he stops for a full minute before he explains, expecting my complaints to come.
"I have to get Sloan back under control. Give me a second." He tells me through gritted teeth and sure enough when I look up into his deep sexy eyes, they're struggling between dark green and black. After another minute of so he finally settles on green though they're darker than before. He quickly leans down to peck my lips but before he can straighten, I wrap my arms around his muscled neck and back holding him to me. He lets his arms come down and slide under my shoulders before his hips begin to move.
I moan loudly as he shifts his hips back until the tip of his cock is almost out, before sliding back in the the hilt. His low growl in his throat matches my own high pitched one, the feeling of him insides me, claiming me so physically, it has me seeing stars. The louder my moans get, the faster James goes, the sound of skin slapping against skin growing louder.
"Oh goddess!" I cry out, lifting my body to meet him thrust for thrust another orgasm beginning to work it's way through my body quickly building up into a crescendo.
"Take my cock like you've been begging for, you fucking slut. Cum for me baby." He commands me, voice deep as his lips trace against my ear, and I comply my vision blurring and my body arching into his as my orgasm crashes into me. I feel my vagina clenches repeatedly around my dominant lover and he growls as he continues it to pound into me steadily through my orgasm.
Even as my body falls down from such a orgasm, my words remind incoherent, the feeling that I was begging for, without even really knowing, sending my mind into a high I didn't know existed. I'm moaning loud, I'm glad there are not neighbors for miles.
"You're such a good little whore for me, baby." James tells me, his voice a damn near growl as he pours into me, his grip on my body tightening. "So tight and warm, your little hole is squeezing me so right. I can tell you want my seed inside you."
My Mates words along with the physical attacks on my body are too much, the pleasure too much as my body overstimulates and I love it. The feeling of his lips on my ear, his cock owning my vagina and his body hypotonic as it rubs against my aching dick is too much. And not enough. I need more but I don't know exactly what more is and how to ask for it.
But of course, James always knows how to take care of me. Not stopping or slowing his thrusts at all, he untangles his upper body from mine and leans back until he's supporting himself with two hands on the mattress on either side of my body. I watched with hooded eyes as he lifts my right leg and places it on my shoulder, repeating the action with my left legs as well and I cum instantly the new angle making him hit so deep that he touches a magic button inside of me that makes me almost shoot off the bed. My cum squirt out.
"That's it baby, give it to me." I hear him tell me and but I can't make out the words as he continues to fuck me so so so good.
Oh dear Goddess yes. This is what I needed.
I'm finally settling down from my last orgasm, and the world has disappeared, only the feeling of my Mate stretching my vagina so good as I beg for more, is the only thing I can think about. And just when I think it can't possibly get any better.
"Oh shit! Fuck, James!" I curse and in the back of my mind, I'm shocked, I've never cussed or used the Goddess' name in vain as much as I have today, but at the moment, I'm too sex drunk to care.
"That's it, baby, let me hear you." He coaxes me and I'm barely able to keep my eyes open enough to see James staring at me so intensely it triggers another orgasm to be torn through me.
"Shit." I moan out, not even able to understand myself what I'm trying to say.
"You even ran out of cum, your couldn't take me, huh?" He asks me and I moan and shake my head loving the way he talks to me as he claims my vagina as his and only his. His thrusts begin to grow harder and faster, his thrusts sloppy as the sound of his groans increase.
Much to my surprise but satisfaction, James begins lowering his body on to mine, but doesn't move my legs, making my body fold in half in a way I didn't even know I was able. And of course it just continues to get better, because this angle has him hitting that special spot in me with every. Single. Thrusts. My head shakes back in forth as my body submits to my Mate entirely, too far gone to do anything else.
I feel another orgasm begin to build, slower than the rest but I can already tell it's going to be so much more powerful. I feel my canines drop, making me jump a bit at the sudden intrusion into my mouth, making my eyes pop open and watch as James mouth opens as his own canines drop, his eyes never leaving mine even as they flutter shut and close.
He leans further down making me cry out in pleasure so deep it's sending sparks of heat and fire to my toes that are now above my head. "I'm about to cum, Carramel." He tells me and I moan and whimper in need, and suddenly the thought of having his thick hot cum in me is the most important thing at the moment.
"Inside." I'm able to get out coherently and he growls loudly as if fighting with himself before he answers, his movements getting sporadic and wild as he nears his approaching orgasm.
"Carramel are you sure?" He grunts at me and the sound is so divine to my ears I almost forget to answer.
"Yes, please, I need it." I tell him and I feel myself on the edge of my orgasm, my teeth aching in impatience, ready to Mark James permanently as mine. He groans his approval and lowers his head so that I can feel his canines scrape across my neck, my hips bucking with his at the feeling.
"I'm about to cum, Carramel." Is all the warning I get before he growls loud in my ear, his cock twitching repeatedly inside me as I feel his thick cum fill me up making my eyes cross in pleasure. Feeling his body fill me like this has my own orgasm crashing down on me and right as I reach my peak, I feel James bite down on my soft spot along my neck. His canines break the soft flesh there and I feel a part of his soul and essence enter me, making my back arch as multiple waves of pleasure at the feeling of finally finally being completely his.
Barely finding enough strength, I left my heavy head and lick my teeth before I bury them inside James' neck, feeling the most special part of me entering him, the feeling addicting. I feel his cock within me cum again, his thick cream spilling out of my now swollen hole and landing on the sheets below me.
But I don't care. All I care about is that James is mine and I am his and no one can take that away from me. I won't let them.
"Oh Carramel I love you so much bean." I hear sweet words being whispered to me, kisses being placed on my face lips and my new, sore scar that's developing into James' unique Mark that now rests between my neck and shoulder. And though I hear the words, they're at the end of a tunnel, my mind too high in the clouds to do anything but send a prayer to my Goddess and let the hands of sleep carry me away with a smile on my face.