Kysen looked up to meet her gaze as he gave her a gentle push. When the back of her knees hit the edge of her bed she sat. He inched forward until he knelt between her spread thighs. With another gentle push, he had her lie back. Wanting to watch what he did to her, Cena leaned on her bent elbows.
The sight of Kysen’s dark head dipping between her legs to kiss the inside of her thigh was enough to have her moaning again. He took his time, working his way up to where she wanted him to touch her. By the time he reached her pussy she breathed in short pants.
Kysen’s tongue came out and licked her pussy from bottom to top, circling her clit when he reached it. Cena’s legs shook as she spread them wider to give him better access. She lifted her hips when he lapped at her sex, wanting him to give her clit extra attention. She enjoyed it when a man went down on her, but not one of her past experiences had done it this well. Kysen licked and sucked, stiffening his tongue to push it inside her pussy.
No longer able to hold still, Cena rocked against Kysen’s mouth. She was so close. “More,” she panted. “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” he said huskily against the inside of her thigh.
She felt a prick of a sharp tooth when Kysen nipped and kissed a trail back up to her pussy. Cena soon forgot about it when one finger brushed against her pussy. “Yes, just like that.”
Kysen suddenly stiffened and stilled without moving his finger. She met his surprised gaze, knowing he’d felt the small barrier of skin that prevented him from going any deeper.
“A virgin?” he asked, stiff lipped.
“Hopefully not for long,” she said.
Cena thought everything was fine again when Kysen returned to pleasuring her with his mouth. No longer able to hold herself up on her shaking arms, she fell back on the bed with a loud moan. His fingers stroked inside her pussy as he sucked on her clit. Her climax took her over while her inner walls rhythmically clutched at his fingers. Once the last wave hit her, instead of joining her on the bed, he stood to stare down at her. At her questioning look, he shook his head.
“Not like this,” he said in a strained voice.
She sat up. “What do you mean?”
“I’m not going to take your virginity like this. You barely know me.”
“I’ll know you a whole lot better once you get rid of it.”
He shook his head. “It’s a gift that shouldn’t be handed over on a whim.”
“This is hardly a whim. I want you, Kysen, more than I’ve ever wanted another man.”
“You’re making this hard for me to do the right thing.”
She rolled her eyes. “You were doing the right thing already.”
He stood staring at her still breathing at a rapid pace. “We’re going to wait. At least for a few days to give you the chance to really consider what you’ll be giving me. I won’t take your virginity if you think there isn’t a chance of us lasting.”
That was very old-fashioned of Kysen. Most guys she’d known wouldn’t have blinked an eye at taking it. And most hadn’t wanted much beyond a good roll in the sack. But from the stern expression Kysen wore, she had a feeling he wasn’t going to back down.
“All right, I’ll stay a virgin for a little bit longer, but that doesn’t mean this has to be all one-sided.” She hooked her fingers in his belt loops and tugged him closer to stand between her legs.
“Cena,” Kysen said in warning tone.
“Relax. I might be a twenty-nine-year-old virgin, but that doesn’t mean I know nothing about oral sex.”
Before he could say anything else, she undid his pants and tugged down the waistband far enough for his cock to spring free. It was thick and long, just as he’d felt. While she looked, a bead of pre-cum appeared on the tip. Taking a firm hold of him at the base of his shaft, she licked off the bit of moisture before she circled the broad head with her tongue. Kysen moaned.
Shoving her other hand into the back of his jeans, Cena grabbed one of Kysen’s muscled ass cheeks. She opened her mouth and took as much of his cock as she could manage inside. Sliding it in and out, she sucked on him. His shaft grew even harder, his moans growing harsher as he pumped his hips. Massaging his butt with one hand, she squeezed the base of his cock with the other.
“Yes,” Kysen hissed. “Suck harder. Almost there. Cena…you’re going to make me come.”
She knew he’d just given her a warning to pull away before he came in her mouth, but she wouldn’t be doing that. Continuing to suck on his cock, taking a little bit more of his length to the back of her throat, she slid him in and out of her mouth faster. Kysen buried his fingers in her hair and held her to him as he pumped his hips, pushing for her to take a little bit more of his cock. When he came, Kysen gave a shout and pushed into her mouth one final time. His shaft pulsed as he climaxed.
Having taken all he had, Cena released his softening cock and smiled up at him. Kysen sat on the bed next to her and pulled her into his arms before he fell back onto the mattress. She snuggled against his side with her hand resting on his chest. He might not have taken her virginity, yet, but what they’d done to each other had been the best oral sex she’d ever had. She figured a few more bouts of that and Kysen would be more than happy to do what needed to be done.
Chapter Four
Kysen still lay on Cena’s bed after she’d given him one of the best orgasms of his life. She’d gotten up to use the bathroom, leaving him alone to think over what they’d done. When he’d found the proof of her virginity, he’d been more than a little shocked. They way she’d kissed him, touching him without the hesitation of a virgin, he never would have guessed she hadn’t had sex before. But with the way she’d sucked him off, it was obvious she’d had some experience with oral sex.
Was he happy about the idea of Cena choosing him to be her first? Damn right he was, but he didn’t want her to rush into it. Obviously she’d remained a virgin for so long for a good reason. And with her looking so much like his Acenith, the idea of being her first made him feel possessive of her. He’d been Acenith’s first as well.
He then thought about what he’d felt while they’d been pleasuring each other. His fangs had dropped as they always did when he had sex, but after coming, his blood hunger hadn’t surged to the surface to the point he had to fight to stop himself from biting Cena. The other warriors had barely been able to stop from sinking their fangs into their mates the first time they’d become intimate. That it hadn’t happened to him was just another sign Cena wasn’t his mate.
Now that he’d had a real taste of her, Kysen didn’t like the idea that more than likely there was another woman out there somewhere that would be his mate. He didn’t want some unknown woman he hadn’t met yet. He wanted Cena for his own.
There was one test he could do that would also prove one way or another whether Cena could be his mate—his ability to wipe her mind. If he tried and couldn’t that would be a sure sign, but he didn’t want to test that theory just yet. To end up being able to wipe her mind would be a disappointment.
He broke off his thoughts when Cena returned to the bedroom once again dressed. She’d taken her clothes with her when she’d gone to the bathroom. Crossing over to the bed, she smiled and said, “Since we aren’t going to spend the day in bed as I’d hoped, how about I scrounge up something for us to have for lunch?”
Kysen sat up and wrapped his fingers around Cena’s wrist. With a small tug, he pulled her down onto the bed beside him. “Food sounds good.” He cradled the side of her face in his other hand. “Don’t be too upset with me.”
She turned her head into his hand and kissed his palm. “I’m not upset with you, Kysen. More like a little disappointed.”
“But you understand where I’m coming from with wanting to wait?”
“Yes, only I already know I won’t change my mind. The signs are all there that you’re the one.”
He stiffened slightly. Signs? Kysen had to remind himself that Cena had no idea what he truly was, nor knew anythi
ng about the signs of finding a mate. “What kind of signs?”
She blushed. “They’re not really signs so much as feelings. This is going to make me sound like a real weirdo, but I want you to understand where I’m coming from with my decision.”
Kysen brushed his lips across hers. “I won’t think you’re a weirdo.”
Cena took a deep breath. “Okay. You see, when it has come to the men I’ve dated in the past, I’ve had unrealistic standards.”
“Unrealistic standards?” he asked with a quirk of his mouth.
“Don’t laugh. It’s true. When it comes to a man’s ability as a lover, I set the bar too high. Ever since I was a teenager, I’ve had this expectation of how I wanted my first time to be. I wanted a man who could arouse me to the point my brain refuses to function. I want him to know just how to touch me without me having to draw a road map for him.”
Kysen couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “A road map?”
“I’m not going to say anything more if you’re going to laugh.”
He hooked his arms around Cena’s waist and dragged her onto his lap. “I promise I won’t laugh anymore. Continue.”
“All right. As I said, I want a man to basically bowl me over with hot sex. Until you, none of the other guys I met measured up. One of them literally didn’t. I tried to let some of my expectations slide, but when it came down to doing the actual act, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Thus, the cause of me still being a virgin.”
“So basically you’re saying no man has turned you on enough to make you wild with passion, until me, that is.”
She nodded and stroked a hand across his bare chest. “Exactly. With you, I know I won’t have any problem finishing anything we start. And that being the case, why wouldn’t I want you to take my virginity, or have you in my life for as long as we work out?”
The possessive side of Kysen shouted there would be no other men after him, because he didn’t have any intention of not making it work. And that no other man had been able to satisfy her sexually but him made him feel pretty damn good about himself. It also gave him another excuse to want to keep Cena as his, because she aroused him more than any donor ever had. The only other woman he’d hadn’t been able to get enough of had been Acenith. After being apart, they practically fell on each other, making love in the first private place they found. A storeroom at the back of her father’s brewery had been a favorite place to have a quickie.
He kissed Cena thoroughly until they were both breathing hard. When he lifted his head, he said, “Well, I don’t plan on running out on you any time soon, but I still want to give you a couple days to get to know me better.”
Cena sighed dramatically. “I guess if I have to I can wait. And after the two days—and that is all I’m willing to wait—what happens then?”
Kysen stared at her, letting all the pent-up hunger he felt show in his eyes. “I’ll take you to bed and claim you in every position imaginable until we can’t move.”
Cena’s breath caught. “Oh my.” She swallowed. “Promise?”
“I promise. Now before I go against my better judgment and make love to you, let’s get something to eat.”
He lifted her off his lap and seated her next to him on the bed. Kysen then looked on the floor for his shirt. Finding it, he picked it up as he stood. Before he could put it on, Cena ran her fingers over Ra’s mark high on his back. All the warriors of Ra carried the same mark. In the middle of his back, there was a red sun with the Eye of Ra in the center colored red and blue. Two cobras in striking position faced out on either side of the sun. Attached to the snakes were two large wings outlined in black and colored peacock blue. The tips touched the edges of his shoulders. The mates carried the exact same mark on their lower backs but only smaller. Ra placed it on their skin when he gifted the women with immortality and the fangs they needed to feed from their mates.
“I have to tell you, Kysen,” Cena said, “that is one sexy tattoo. I’ve thought of getting one myself. I love the Egyptian style of yours. I might have to copy it when the time comes.”
If she had been his mate, Ra would have marked her with it the same as the other women. But if the sun god wouldn’t give it to her, he was more than willing to take her to a tattoo shop and have it inked into her skin.
“You can take a picture of it whenever you’re ready to get the tattoo,” he said as he turned to face her.
Cena smiled. “I’ll hold you to that. Let’s go to the kitchen and see what I can make us to eat.”
Kysen followed her out of the room. He watched the sway of Cena’s hips as she walked and his cock jerked in his jeans. It would be a hard two days to keep his hands off her—especially since he intended to be with her whenever he could—but in the end he wouldn’t have to worry about her feeling any regrets. And he’d be sure to make the wait well worth it.
* * * * *
“What would you say to us going out to a bar for a few drinks after we have dinner?” Kysen asked.
Cena turned her head to look at him. They were on the couch watching TV. Kysen had his arm around her shoulders with her tucked up against his side. “I thought you had to work tonight.”
“I do but I can be a little late if I want to be. We’ll go out to eat not as early as we first planned and spend an hour or so at the bar.”
“I’m fine with that, but won’t your employer get a tad upset if you come to work smelling of alcohol?”
He gave her a closed-mouth smile. “Who says I have an employer to worry about?”
“Oh, so you work for yourself, do you?”
“You could say that.”
“All right then. Dinner and drinks it is. Now, we aren’t going to a place where I have to get dressed up or anything?”
Kysen looked down at himself before he met her gaze again. “Do I look as if I’m dressed up?”
She elbowed him in the ribs. “No, but you can quite easily go home to change and come back to get me.”
“Well, I’m not.”
“I thought I’d just make sure.”
Cena put her hand on Kysen’s thigh and squeezed. She ran it up and down, liking the feel of the large muscle. She used her fingers to trace each part of his muscular thigh, shifting higher with each stroke. At Kysen’s quiet moan, she looked at him and saw he watched her with heavy-lidded eyes. She took a deep, shuddering breath.
“If you go any higher you’ll find the evidence of what your touch does to me,” he said gruffly.
Not looking was out of the question. Cena gazed down at Kysen’s crotch. Sure enough, she saw the thick length of his cock straining against the front of his jeans. It jerked while she stared, making her pussy clench. How the hell would she last two whole days?
“No,” he said.
She forced her gaze back up to his face. “No what?”
“No, we’re not going to. Not even oral sex.”
Cena licked her suddenly dry lips. “Why not? I can’t be around you and not want to screw your brains out.”
Kysen wrapped his other arm around her head and hugged her to his chest while he laughed. “You sound like someone I used to know. She had a very direct way of talking just like you. I never knew what she’d say next.”
A twinge of jealousy shot through Cena at the mention of a woman Kysen used to know, but it didn’t last long when she focused on the part he’d spoken about her being the past tense. Whoever she’d been to him, she obviously wasn’t in his life now.
She pushed away from Kysen. “That’s just the way I am. And to get back on track here, if you’re not going to allow us to have oral sex, I’m going to have to take matters into my own hands, if you catch my drift? It’s inevitable.”
In a move Cena didn’t even see coming, she found herself on her back on the couch with him on top of her. His hips were wedged between her legs with the erection he sported up against her pussy. He felt so good against her she couldn’t stop herself from rubbing against the bulge in his pants.
K
ysen groaned. “If it’s relief you want, I can manage it without even having to take your clothes off or performing oral sex.”
“You sound pretty sure of yourself,” she said in a low voice.
“Shall I give you a little demonstration?”
“I’m game.”
As the last word left her mouth, Kysen took her lips in a heated kiss that had her toes curling. He thoroughly kissed her, his tongue twining with hers as he rocked his hips, grinding his cock into her pussy through their clothes. Bursts of pleasure shot through her at the intimate contact. Wetness pooled and leaked into her panties.
Kysen shoved his hands under her ass, lifting her a bit higher to increase the pressure where he rocked into her. His lips left her mouth to nibble a path along the side of her jaw to her ear. He swirled his tongue into it before he tugged the lobe between his teeth. Cena shivered when Kysen dragged a tooth down the side of her neck before traveling the same path with the flat of his tongue.
He squeezed her ass, holding her still as he pumped his hips faster. The pleasure built inside her, going ever higher until she thought she’d be washed away. Then it crashed over her, sending her body spiraling as her pussy rhythmically clutched at nothing. A keening moan escaped her while she continued to ride the hard length ground against her.
When it was over, Kysen collapsed on top of her, pushing her deeper into the couch cushions. He breathed heavily into the crook of her neck. The evidence he hadn’t found his release at the same time as she was still hard and nestled between her legs.
“I guess you proved me wrong,” she said as she fought to catch her breath. “You gave me one hell of an orgasm without taking off my clothes. But what about you?”
“Just give me a few minutes to settle down and I’ll be fine.” Kysen nibbled at her neck.
Cena turned her head to the side and lifted her hands to sink them in his hair as she pulled his face closer. “Mmm, that feels good. Are you sure? I can give you a hand job.”
ReincarnatedHunger Page 4