Lost in sensation, Pixie couldn’t help but let out a groan at the feel of the muscles in his arms tightening to hold her up. Her mouth open, she tangled her tongue with his while gripping the hair at the base of his neck. She had an obsession with arms. The things she always noticed first on a man were his muscles and the sinew of those limbs.
Feeling his sexy scuff against her cheeks, she nuzzled against it, causing another moan to bubble out. Knowing at any moment she would most likely start dripping down onto the hardness beneath her, Pixie rolled her hips closer to his body. Her engorged clit rubbed against his pubic hair, causing her to shudder against Dathrow.
Ripping his mouth away from hers, Dathrow leaned his forehead against hers and tried to catch a calming breath. “I want to feel you come around me the first time.”
Unable to keep her hips still, Pixie rolled them again into the hardness of his pelvis. “Well, we might want to get on it then. I’ve never been this turned-on before.”
Carrying her quickly to the bed, Dathrow tapped her thighs as a signal for her to loosen her grip on him. Pixie lowered her legs and squashed back to make room as he climbed between her legs. Seeing him move was akin to watching a panther stalk prey. Widening her legs to create a cradle for him to move into, Pixie was surprised when he stopped at her breasts.
“Your nipples are beautiful.” Giving one a lick and hard suck, he lifted his head. “And tasty.”
Pixie pushed her breasts together and watched as he took turns sucking and nibbling at each hardened pebble. She’d always been self-conscious at her nipples being so big. Dathrow had quickly taken those thoughts and blown them away with each puff of his heated breath on her skin.
Letting one nipple pop out of his mouth, Dathrow licked his lips. “This first time may be fast and hard,” he said as he moved up farther to line up his cock with her pussy. “We will save slow and easy for later.”
Without him waiting for her to reply, she felt the large mushroomed head spread her lips open. Dathrow leaned back on his knees and took his free hand to spread her while he held his cock in the other. As she tilted her hips to help line up their bodies, he rubbed himself roughly against her clit. At the sight of her arousal coating the tip of his dick, Pixie let out a little groan. Shiny with her juices, his cock rubbed around her opening, teasing every time the head lined up where she needed him most.
“Fuck me already,” she moaned, moving her hips to try to catch his hardness as he slipped up and down.
A feral smile took over his face as he used the hand spreading her wide to hold her hips down. After one more nudge at her clit, Dathrow angled his cock low and with a hard thrust pushed his entire length into her.
Pixie couldn’t help but release a gasp of air at the sudden fullness. It was a tight fit but it was also a perfect one. With his cock securely cocooned inside her, his palms moved to her hips to jerk her body farther into his lap. Making sure that no inch was left unburied, Dathrow rocked, rooting deep inside her.
Not realizing she’d closed her eyes, Pixie opened them to find him watching her closely. Licking her dry lips, she absorbed the feeling of him pulsing inside her and the strength of his hands anchoring her hips. The strength pouring from his body turned her on even more.
“You are so wet,” he rasped, tightening his grip.
Unable to form a coherent thought to speak, Pixie just nodded in agreement. Leaning up on her elbows, she tried to wiggle her hips to no avail. Becoming frustrated at the control he had over her body, she whimpered, “Please move…you’re killing me.”
Dathrow slowly thrust his hips, using his hands to help guide hers in a rough dance that not only shuttled his cock in and out of her, but on the downstroke ground the base of his crotch into her. After she’d caught on to the hard rhythm he’d set, Pixie started moving on her own.
Leaning back her head, Pixie groaned loud and long. Nothing had ever felt this good before. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any better, she felt the rough pad of his thumb cover her clit and start rubbing in fast circles.
“Holy fuck!”
Pixie’s hips had started humping frantically at his, her body knowing she was close to completion. The obscene noises their bodies produced turned her on even more. The sounds of his slick cock gliding in and out and her answering pants added to the eroticism of the moment.
Dathrow stopped rubbing her clit and gave it a sharp tap that pushed Pixie suddenly and unstoppably over the edge. As her legs jerked and her stomach tightened, her channel clenched long and helplessly on the hardness inside her and pure bolts of electrified pleasure shot through her defenseless body, bearing her away on the lightning storm. Pixie was only aware of the breathy moans coming from her throat simply because her lips were dry from the air leaving her body in raw puffs. Through it all, Dathrow never slowed his pace. Pixie was amazed he could still move inside her, given the tightness she felt around him. She allowed her arms to collapse and reclined back, unable to stop the hard tunneling of his body in and out of hers. Tossing her head from side to side, she tried to come back to reality after being catapulted into the stratosphere.
Feeling her body relax in the aftermath of one of the strongest orgasms she’d ever received, Pixie grew limp. Dathrow leaned down for a quick peck on her lips before whispering, “Hang on.”
Not knowing what he wanted her to hang on to, Pixie had no choice but to allow him to move her to his liking. Completely sated, she was pretty sure she was about to pass out until Dathrow leaned back and pushed her legs forward and to one side. The muscles swollen with the pleasure they’d achieved protested slightly but were no barrier against her determined husband-to-be.
Unable to do anything more than lie beneath him, reveled in the sensation of being taken as he started moving faster and faster in and out of her wet heat. A small part of her consciousness piped up with the thought that she was going to feel the aftereffects of this later but didn’t care. Casting her gaze down their bodies, she saw her breasts bounce with each of his forward thrusts. Her breasts and upper chest were flushed red and glistening in the low lighting of the bedroom. He powered into her, sweat beading on his taut torso with each lunge. He was using her pussy as he would have his own hand, gliding in and out. Hard and rough, his motions grew stronger with each push and pull. Reaching back to open herself further to him, she groaned when Dathrow’s palm joined hers to keep her spread. He wet a finger in his mouth and moved it to her anus. As he ringed her back hole, she felt another climax build with the combination of sensations. Just as the tip of his finger breached her ass, she felt the pulse of his cock inside her. As she felt his hot release, her body started to flutter once again, this time in a smaller yet no less satisfying climax.
Through it all, Pixie watched Dathrow. Seeing Dathrow come was the sexiest thing Pixie had ever witnessed. With his whole body stiffening, every muscle pronounced, he let a low rumble purr loudly through him, all the while jarring her body with his movements. With his head tossed back, he took in huge gulping breaths as if he’d just run a marathon.
When he finally stilled, Dathrow stayed inside her as he eased around her body to spoon behind her. Sweat coated their bodies as they both tried to calm their breathing.
“Wow,” Pixie breathed when she was finally able to do so.
“Yes. Wow,” Dathrow repeated.
Cuddled against his body, Pixie couldn’t help but feel as if she was home. As she drifted off to sleep, she felt Dathrow place a kiss on the top of her head. Knowing she was going to sleep with a smile on her face, she was anxious to see what the next day held for her.
Chapter Eleven
Kicking the covers off her legs, Pixie tried to cool down. Why was she so hot? Realizing the source of heat was coming from behind her, she started to squirm away then felt a hand settle on her stomach and pull her back—into a warm body.
The action woke her almost instantly. Pixie froze, hoping she hadn’t disturbed Dathrow enough to wake him. As she clenched her l
egs together, one thought kept creeping through her mind.
She couldn’t help but feel that last night she’d made a huge mistake. She admitted the sex was amazing. In fact, she’d never felt anything like that before. Even the intimacy had been magnified compared to what she’d had with Brian. She didn’t regret sleeping with Dathrow, just that she’d done it so soon in their relationship. The majority of her relationships in the past had been based on friendship first before a physical step had been taken. The few times she’d hooked up with someone either at a bar or a social event, the relationship soon fizzled out once Pixie got to know the man.
Feeling the hand on her stomach start to move in circles, Pixie inched slightly away from the now-noticeable erection poking her in the back.
“Dathrow?” Her voice croaked as if she had sand in her throat.
“Good morning, Pixie,” he whispered in his sexy, deep voice.
“We need to talk.” Pixie was now actively trying to pry herself away from the temptation behind her.
“About?” Dathrow asked while following her across the bed.
“About last night… Will you stop moving, dammit!” Huffing across the mattress, she turned when there was space enough for her to cross her legs.
Looking at him was her first mistake. The sheet was only partially hanging on the bed and a small corner was covering his thigh. The rest of his gorgeous body was completely bare to her view. Moving her gaze up and down his body, she swallowed hard when his cock twitched. Snapping her gaze to his face, Pixie caught the smile in his eyes before she grabbed a pillow and smacked it over his lap.
Grimacing at the whoosh of air he let out at the impact, she quickly apologized. “Sorry, I couldn’t handle the…twitching,” she rushed out, gesturing to his lap now covered with a pillow.
Sensing she was serious, Dathrow secured the pillow and moved up until he was sitting in a position similar to hers. “What do we need to talk about?”
“Well…I’m not quite sure how to say this.”
“Pixie, you can talk to me about anything.” Dathrow seemed concerned as she fidgeted with the corner of her own pillow.
“We should have waited for this.” As she gestured to the space between them, Pixie’s shoulders slumped.
“Did I push for too much?” Dathrow’s voice was soft, obviously trying to calm her down.
“No, not at all. I just mean…I am so attracted to you.” Indicating his long body, she bit her lip. “Last night was amazing. I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
Reaching for her hand, Dathrow squeezed before running his finger over her palm. “I feel the same way. I have never experienced so much pleasure before.”
Shaking her head at him, Pixie started, “But it was too fast—”
“I can go slower the next time,” Dathrow interrupted, evidently not understanding what she meant.
“No, not that.” Smiling at him, Pixie giggled at the expression on his face. “I meant that we jumped into bed way too fast. It’s not normally something I do. I have relationships that last longer than a day before I see someone naked.”
“I understand that. However, you applied for the Bridal Pact and were matched with me…is it not a foregone conclusion that this relationship will be permanent?” Dathrow’s brows furrowed in confusion as he tried to understand what she was trying to say.
“Well, I guess when you put it like that, I sound like an idiot,” Pixie admitted with a laugh.
“Not an idiot. Is it just too much too soon?”
Letting out a sigh of relief at his understanding, Pixie nodded.
“You are wanting to refrain from any more physical intimacy until we know each other better, correct?”
Pixie stared at him for a moment before answering. Did she really want to hold off on more sex? Not really. Was it probably a good idea for them to get to know the other more before they fell into bed again? Most likely. Fuck.
“It’s probably a good idea to hold off…especially considering I could get pregnant.” Pixie hadn’t even realized that was a possibility until she said it as an afterthought.
After the Brian debacle, Pixie had gone to the clinic and been tested for STDs. She’d also chosen that time to go off her birth control. In her mind, taking hormones to prevent something she didn’t see happening was unnecessary.
Dathrow instantly moved closer when she mentioned a possible baby and was in the process of reaching for her stomach when she smacked his hand away.
“Slow down there, Trigger. I said I could get pregnant. Could. Not that it had happened.”
“But it is a possibility. One that I had not thought I would have be available to me.”
Dathrow’s excitement was hard not to catch. Pixie wanted kids now more than ever that her sister was expecting but she needed to know their future daddy a little more before that happened.
“Let’s focus on getting to know each other first, okay? And to start that off, we should probably get dressed.”
Pixie watched as Dathrow tossed his pillow aside and rolled out of bed. As he walked completely naked to the bathroom, she couldn’t help but stare at his ass. He had the best ass. If Pixie hadn’t gripped it tight last night, she would have guessed it was carved from marble.
“Damn,” she whispered to herself. If she wanted to make sure they didn’t get pregnant immediately, she needed to calm down her hormones. Lifting the two pillows she’d used to cover her body, she glanced down at herself. “Calm down, bitch. We have to make sure this is permanent before getting another piece of that.”
She almost jumped out of her skin with Dathrow’s loud voice came from the open door. “Pixie, did you say something?”
“Ummm…no?” Pixie felt her face turn red at the thought of him hearing her talk to her lady business.
Time to get dressed so they could figure out if this was going to work or not.
Once they were both clothed, Pixie suggested moving into the living room for their talk.
“Would you like some coffee or pancakes?” Dathrow seemed relaxed as he moved about the small space.
“That sounds great.” Pixie stood to follow Dathrow to the small breakfast bar where he was fiddling with a machine.
“I watched like a hawk when we made food earlier, but I may need you to help me out a little with it,” Pixie confessed, motioning to the food replicator.
“Of course.” Blowing on his cup of coffee to cool it down, Dathrow stared at her with an expectant look on his face.
“What?”
“Can we start knowing each other so we can move back to sex?”
Pixie had been in the process of taking a large sip of her coffee when he popped out that question, which almost caused her to choke.
“Dath!”
Setting his cup down, Dathrow gave her a serious look, “Pixie, I am ready to sign our bridal agreement. I understand that you may need a little time. However, I am not ready to give up on trying to tempt you back into our sleeping quarters.”
“Well…” Pixie thought for a moment before figuring out she needed to just say what she was thinking. “I signed up to find a husband. It’s just that in my original plan I pictured all this was to get to know my future husband a little more before we…sealed the deal. A couple months ago, I was in a relationship that had been two years in the making and you see how that ended for me.”
Dathrow leaned forward on the other side of the counter and reached for her hand. “Can you tell me about him?”
“Why do you want to know?” Pixie asked curiously while she fiddled with his fingers, tracing their length.
“I will figure out his mistakes and not make the same,” Dathrow replied immediately, as if it made obvious sense.
“That’s an interesting way to approach it.”
“I have done the same with the relationship between Wheaton and Poppy. I evaluated Wheaton’s errors and will make an effort not to make the same ones. I need to know why you were unhappy and what he did to make y
ou leave so I can be aware of those as well.” Dathrow let go of her hand to serve their breakfast and gestured to small round table in the corner of the room.
Pixie grabbed the silverware Dathrow had laid out on the counter and followed him to the table. She had to admit his plan was a smart one.
As they sat down to eat, Pixie studied Dathrow for a moment before starting. “I’ve gone over my relationship with Brian until my head wanted to burst. It all came down to one thing. Brian didn’t want me. Me. He wanted someone he could mold into the perfect girlfriend.”
Setting his fork down, Dathrow admitted, confused, “I do not understand.”
“He was always trying to change something,” Pixie explained. “It started with my clothes. Then my body wasn’t skinny enough for him. Eventually, even my laugh annoyed him. The sad part is at first I didn’t recognize what he was doing. It happened so gradually. I didn’t see what was happening until it was done.” Pixie laughed sarcastically at her own stupidity. “There were times when Poppy would say something about it and I’d get angry. I always thought of myself as a strong woman. You know? How did I let myself turn into someone that I barely even recognized?”
Pixie ran her hands through her hair, thinking back on the mistakes that she’d made.
Dathrow pushed his plate to the side and his chair closer to hers. Waiting for her to meet his eyes, he brushed a renegade curl behind her ear. “Pixie, you are strong.” When she started to shake her head at him, he cupped her cheek to stop the action. “View it this way…you eventually saw what was happening—”
“Dath, I caught him fucking my employee on our living room couch. I have questioned myself a million times wondering if I would have ever woken up to what was happening if I hadn’t caught him red-handed.”
“But you did not stay,” Dathrow pointed out. “I have watched many vids that Poppy has downloaded and in some of those stories, the females stay after being betrayed. You did not. You are stronger than you give yourself credit for.” Tugging her body until she fully faced him in her chair, Dathrow held her by the shoulders. “Be aware of what you have done since leaving. You made a choice to change your life. You signed up for a match, and took a chance knowing that you would be leaving everything familiar behind. Those are the actions of a strong female.”
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