Enya POV
Hearing Erik scream my name like that makes my body feel like it's on fire. He was putty in my hands and I loved every second of it.
He really does taste delicious, kind of like the icing you put on cinnamon rolls.
"That was so much fun Alpha...", I sigh. "When can I do it again?"
"Oh baby, you gotta let me rest a little. That was fucking incredible!", he practically screams at me.
"Really? You're not just saying that?", I ask him sheepishly.
I've never kissed anyone before tonight, let alone go down on them. And he's experienced, I don't want him to say these things to make me feel better about not knowing what I'm doing.
Lifting his head he stares at me with a perplexed look.
"What? Why would you ask that?", I swear he can read my mind.
"Does the mate bond allow you to hear my thoughts or something?"
"Not until we mark each other. I can sense your emotions, but no baby I can't hear your thoughts yet.", he explains.
"Well what am I feeling right now?"
He sits up and pulls me into his lap, wrapping his arms around me he sighs. He puts his forehead against mine and closes his eyes.
Knowing that he is searching for my feelings, I let the insecurities that I have about us and the fact that I am a virgin come to the forefront of my mind. My heart has an ache too, one that makes me afraid of how much he could break me with his words.
His eyes snap open and claim my gaze, the emotion swirling in the oasis makes my heart plummet. He is angry, but I can feel that he is not angry with me. He is angry with himself.
"Enya...You're worried you won't be good in bed?", he asks while softening his stare.
"You have...experience. I don't so...", I admit.
"Oh my Goddess, baby, my past is just that, the past. They are nothing compared to you. Do you hear me?", he places his hand around the side of my neck. He searches my eyes to see if I believe him.
Holding me firm he asks me again, "Do you understand me Enya? You are perfect for me. You are all I will ever want.", his voice is filled with conviction and I feel my heart lighten.
"Answer me Enya.", he demands softly. A deep blush starts to form on my cheeks.
I nod my head.
"Use your words.", he playfully scowls.
"Yes Alpha, I understand.", I respond unblinking.
That wicked smile is back as he says, "Good girl."
A powerful shivers shoots down my back at his words. My core tightens making the scent of my arousal potent, Erik's gaze darkens. He sniffs the air around us and growls.
"Mmm, you like being called good girl?", he runs his fingers down my spine. I visibly shiver for him.
Biting my lips I close my eyes to bask in the tingles. A moan escapes my lips as his fingers linger on my ass. He leans into the crook of my neck and breathes in deeply.
"You smell so luscious.", he groans against my skin.
My breathing hitches once more, "You said earlier...mmm...while kissing that I taste like strawberries. Is that...what I smell like to you?", I ask between moans.
"You smell like strawberries and cream to me, with just a hint of vanilla. What do I smell like?"
"Mmm you smell like...", I pull my neck away from his face unable to talk while he teases me, "redwood, mixed with spices. There is also a solid note of the woods after a hard rainstorm, like one that can bring trees down.", I finish.
He cocks his head at me, "That's oddly specific.", his grin makes me wet every time he shows it to me.
Shrugging my shoulders I chuckle my response, "It's what I smell."
"What do I taste like?", his orbs swim with lust.
"Your mouth tastes like cinnamon and sugar, but your cum...it tastes like icing. But not cake icing.", I can't help but giggle. "It's like the icing on cinnamon rolls.", I lightly laugh.
Erik laughs so hard it shakes my whole body. I've never heard him laugh so much before. It makes my soul soar with delight and I can't help but join in.
After we laugh ourselves silly I ask him, "Do I taste like strawberries and cream?"
"Hmm, well here...", he teasingly licks my lips, "You taste like fresh strawberries...", he nips at my bottom lip," mhmm, but here...", he moves his right hand to my wet center, making me gasp, "You taste like strawberry ice cream."
Closing my eyes I take a breath, his fingers are massaging my clit causing a deep need in my core again. My head falls back as he moves his finger to my entrance, his thumb replaces his fingers on my clit.
He slips his middle finger inside and I moan loudly from the intrusion. His left hand grasps my hair pulling my head further back, giving his mouth access to my marking spot.
He bites the spot making me arch my back as intense pleasure washes over me.
"Erik...", I moan breathlessly. He releases my neck, lightly running his tongue over the bite. Another loud moan slips past my lips as I grip his shoulders.
I maneuver my legs to straddle his thighs, his finger goes deeper in the new position. He slips a second finger in stretching me wider, making me whimper with desire.
Fisting my hair harder, he brings my lips to his and consumes me. His mouth swallows my moaning and I grind my hips against his fingers.
Each stroke brings me closer to Heaven, my core begins to tighten around his fingers.
He grunts on my lips, "Cum for me Enya...". He bites my lower lip and I come undone.
"Erik! Oh Goddess! Ahhh!", my cries of release echo around us.
Slowly he pulls his fingers from me and brings them between our lips. He draws in the scent of my cum and starts to lick his index finger clean.
I don't know what came over me, but before he can clean his middle finger, I pull it from him wrapping my lips around it. I suck the entire length of his finger, swirling around it to taste every bit of myself.
He growls at me for stealing his treat, I choose to make it up to him. I take his finger from my mouth and smash my lips to his.
Our tongues battle for dominance, he grasps the back of my head shoving his tongue deeper. He wants all of the cum I stole from him.
We finally break apart and both of us are panting hard.
"Wanna go for a swim?", I offer.
"Yes, that sounds wonderful.", he agrees.
Playfully he lifts me up and throws me over his shoulder slapping my ass.
"That's for stealing my dessert.", I can hear the smirk on his face.
He walks us to the edge of the lake as I say, "I have no regrets baby."
He pulls me off his shoulder and holds me bridal style against his broad chest.
"Is that right?", he challenges me, cocking his eyebrow.
The blush returns to my cheek warming my face. A mischievous smirk tugs at my lips. I shake my head no and his orbs dance with delight.
"Hmm, OK then, if you say so.", he tosses me into the cold water.
I gasp as I reach the surface, "Erik! Not cool.", I laugh at him.
Turning his back to me, he starts to walk away. I get nervous that he is actually mad at me. But he stops a few feet away, turns back to the lake and starts running. Just before he gets to the edge he jumps in cannonball style.
The water splashes my entire head and I can't stop the laugh that escapes me. He pulls me to him underwater, grabbing my thighs he places my legs around his waist.
Moonlight bathes the waterfall and lake so beautifully it takes my breath away. Erik's arms around me bring me a sense of true belonging. Tears of joy brim my eyes as I gaze lovingly at him.
"What is it baby love?", his smooth voice reaches into my heart.
My eyes keep his gaze as I quietly ask, "Is it too soon to tell you I love you?"
He had been moving us lazily around in the lake, but at my question he stops. Holding me by my hips with one hand his other reaches up and cups my face.
The oasis deepens in a different way as his hold on me tightens.
"No baby, it's not too soon. But you shouldn't say it just yet." His words confuse me, he reads it on my face.
"Only because I need to say it first."
My heart misses several beats, the air in my lungs freeze and my stomach does somersaults. He keeps his eyes locked on mine.
"I love you, Enya Ruth Anders. With every fiber of my soul. You own me completely.", his words hold so much conviction and true sincerity.
Tears fall from my eyes, I can hardly breathe for a moment. I lace my fingers together in his hair and pull his face close to mine.
"I love you too, Erik Lyall Kingston. I have always loved you. My heart will forever belong to you."
Our lips meet with such tenderness and love that I become light headed. He owns every part of me. I will never get enough of him.