by Lucy Leroux
She shot him a brief faux scowl but couldn’t hold it for long before she broke and laughed. He guided her to the living room and knelt to add logs to the fire before going back to the kitchen for their dessert.
“This is what I smelled when I walked in,” he said, gesturing to the slices of peach pie she had chosen to go with the meal.
He had added a big scoop of vanilla bean ice cream to each plate. He handed one to Maia, and she took it eagerly. Eating dessert gave Maia something to do. She ended up demolishing it in record time, while Calen leisurely ate his, his legs stretched in front of the fire. Still feeling tipsy from the wine, she sidled closer to Calen on the couch. He put down his dish and moved his arm around her, cuddling her close. Maia’s heart pounded as he caressed her neck and chin.
Cupping her face, he kissed her softly. “We can wait a little longer if you want, nymph. I mean not too much longer, because contrary to the impression I might have given, I don’t actually enjoy cold showers,” he said, making her giggle. “But if you don’t want to do this tonight, we can wait.”
Maia’s heart was still pounding. She wanted to be with him. And it wasn’t because she owed him so much. But she was confused about their relationship and what it was going to be like. He was holding back right now, she could tell, but what would happen when he stopped going easy on her?
Do you want him to take it easy on you?
What she really wanted was to live up to his expectations and then some. Impulsively, she slid out of Calen’s grasp and down to the floor in front of him. She reached out and tentatively put her hands on his thighs, her eyes meeting his.
“I don’t want to wait,” she whispered.
Chapter 16
Calen’s blood flared hot when Maia went down on her knees. The unconscious gesture of submission was enough to drive him over the edge. He moved to follow her down to the floor, plunging his tongue into her mouth and covering her body with his. He slipped between her legs, making the silk material of the dress ride up along her thighs before running his hand over them. He gloried in his fairy’s silky skin as he ground his hard length against her.
Maia was trembling slightly, but he didn’t think it was from fear. No, her fast breathing and wide dilated eyes were proof of her sexual arousal. Her hands shook a little as she wrapped them around his neck. Pleased with her response, he pressed his erection against her, his hands caressing her bare legs and moving up to stroke between them. Her breath stuttered as he caressed the damp silk of her panties. He gave her a wicked grin before moving his mouth down her chin and neck, nibbling and licking until she was burning hot against him.
And then he stopped touching her. She whimpered aloud at the loss, her hands reaching for him as he pulled away. “It’s okay, baby. I’ll be right back,” he said as he stood, pulling off his shirt as he went.
He walked to a closet and pulled out two fuzzy throws, almost identical to the one Maia loved to cuddle underneath in the living room except for the color. He’d thought they were useless and silly when his decorator had chosen them, but since Maia showed such a preference for them, he liked them now. He picked up the third and spread all of them in front of the fire. She watched him shyly, her skin deliciously flushed. Maintaining eye contact, he took off his pants and tossed them aside.
Maia’s eyes flared when she saw his erection straining against his boxer briefs. He slipped them off slowly, and his hard length sprang free.
His fairy froze where she was sitting, like a deer in headlights. “I’m sorry. This isn’t going to work,” she said, slowly shaking her head.
His answering grin was predatory as he reached for her hand. He lifted her to her feet and then cupped her face in his hands.
“It’s going to work just fine. Well, probably not at first,” he added, honesty getting the better of him as he stopped to press a kiss on her forehead. “I’m going to fill you, and it will probably hurt in the beginning. But once you get used to it, you will feel good. I promise.”
He waited until she nodded in assent, and then with a slow, deliberate movement, he took hold of the hem of her dress and pulled it up over her head. Embarrassed, Maia started to cover herself with her hands, but he held them still until she stopped trying.
“Let me see you,” he coaxed as he held her away from him so he could admire her fully.
Maia was wearing a mint green lace demi-bra trimmed with black bows and matching panties. The color set off her hair and eyes and her skin almost glowed against it. She was breathtaking...and she was his.
He led his wide-eyed fairy to the blankets he’d used to make a nest in front of the fireplace. Following his lead, Maia knelt down on them. His blood was pounding in his ears as he followed her down, crawling over her until he was hovering just inches over her body. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this excited.
Breathing in deeply, he inhaled her scent. Flowers. Maia smelled like flowers and sunshine. How appropriate. Lowering his arms, he covered her body with his.
Calen didn’t waste any time. He slipped down the straps of that delicious little bra and unclipped it. He met her eyes before he removed it completely, waiting for permission. When she didn’t move to stop him, he slid it away.
He stared at the perfect little confection before him. Her breasts were the same milky white as the rest of her, perfectly proportionate to her frame, but her nipples were a light brown. And they were already hard, like two toffee candies waiting for his attention.
“I’m sorry,” Maia whispered.
Calen frowned. “Why?”
“They’re too small,” she said, moving her hands to cover her breasts.
He laughed aloud. “No, baby. They’re perfect,” he whispered huskily before kissing her softly on the lips briefly.
Maia didn’t look convinced, but he did his best to distract her from her shyness and insecurity. To him, she was perfect. He loved the way her flush was working its way down from her face to her chest. Her eyes were squeezed shut, but they flew open when he trailed his hand down her throat and over her breasts.
His mouth followed the path his hand made. He kissed one perfect breast all around the nipple before taking the bud in his mouth and rolling his tongue over it. She gasped, and her body shifted restlessly underneath him.
Her movement teased his erection, making him want more. Eagerly, he parted her legs and moved between them, moving his naked length up and down over her cloth-covered pussy while he continued to kiss and suckle her nipples.
His little fairy was trying so hard to stifle her moans as he explored her body, but she couldn’t. Pleased by all her little sounds, he replaced his lips on her breast with his hand.
“Kiss me hard, nymph,” he whispered, before taking her mouth.
At first she was shy, meeting his stroking tongue tentatively, but after a minute her kiss became as heated as his as she tried to match his intensity. She broke off when his hands moved down to her panties and he started to push them down her body. He slid them off and moved down to cover the newly exposed area with his lips.
“Oh,” Maia gasped as he kissed up the inside of her thigh to her pussy.
Deciding not to give her any time to recover, he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her wet inner lips and licked up in a long stroke until he reached her clit. He nibbled and sucked the erect little nub until Maia was moaning and shifting under his hands, almost as if she was trying to wriggle away. But he wasn’t letting her go anywhere now.
“Damn, you taste so good,” he said in a tone of genuine appreciation as he rubbed his stubble against the soft skin of her inner thighs.
He moved back to her center, using his hands to part and stroke her lips as his tongue probed her small opening. He had to hold Maia still as he began to fuck her with his tongue.
“Oh, god, Calen!” Maia called out as she trembled and bucked under his mouth.
Amused, he paused to look up at her. “Am I going to have to tie you up, nymph?” he asked as he hel
d her down a little more forcefully.
Maia’s eyes widened, and she looked a little scared, but he could feel her getting wetter. Suddenly, he was excited about the idea of tying her up. It wasn’t something he’d ever done with past lovers, not seriously anyway. He hadn’t kept any of them around long enough to build up to something like that. But this fairy was his for keeps.
“We’ll save that for later,” he said, infusing his voice with command.
Maia shivered slightly.
Instead of feeling guilty, that shiver made him hornier. He didn’t want Maia to be afraid of him, but having her look at him with that uncertainty in her eyes burned him up. Of course, if he ever did tie her up, there wouldn’t be any doubt on her part. She would be sure of him, but for now, he did love watching her contemplate the unknown.
Maia was wild, almost dancing under his tongue as he held her down to keep her in place. He moved his hand up to join his mouth so his fingers could rub and circle her entrance. Sucking her clit into his mouth, he worked his finger inside of her. She was so tight her body resisted him, but he stroked carefully until he slid in and out easily.
He continued to work over her clit in his mouth before adding a second finger. Maia flinched a little as he slowly stretched her slick little sheath to be able to fit him. Clucking sympathetically, he used his tongue and lips to remove the sting. Soon she was moaning again, twisting slightly as he brought her closer and closer to orgasm. He could feel the telltale tremors start as her pussy walls started to clench and ripple around his fingers. Moving in rhythm with his hand, he sucked her clit harder until she gave an incoherent little scream, her pussy pulsing under his mouth and hand.
Maia went limp under him, but Calen didn’t want to give her a chance to recover. She was still trying to catch her breath when he moved up her body. He wiped the excess moisture from around his mouth and then kissed her softly as he pressed himself against her tight wet opening.
“Hold on to me, nymph,” he whispered into Maia’s ear as he slowly and carefully began to push inside her.
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Maia gasped when she felt Calen’s rock-hard erection began to press into her core. Her hands clutched at his broad shoulders as he moved steadily inside of her. But it stung and burned as he parted her flesh with his own. Despite how wet she was—and despite an effort to suppress it—a whimper escaped. There was a momentary respite when he retreated, and she relaxed slightly.
“Just hold on nymph, the worst will be over soon,” Calen said as he took hold of her hips and pushed slowly inside her before retreating.
He repeated the motion, working himself slightly deeper each time. Maia bit back a cry as tears filled her eyes. Acting on instinct, she stiffened as he moved forward.
“Don’t tense up,” he whispered into her hair, but she couldn't help it. She cringed, her entire body frozen underneath him. “Baby try to relax. It will start to feel better in a little bit,” he said in a soothing tone.
Maia focused on his words and tried to follow his advice. “All right,” she said, a little miserably, holding as still as possible while trying to relax.
Calen levered himself up on his hands to watch her face. “I didn’t say stop breathing, baby.”
Maia let out a pent up breath and laughed a little. She had been holding it unconsciously. “I didn’t think it would be that bad,” she said honestly.
“I’m sorry. I’m going to stay still until it doesn’t hurt, okay?” Calen said softly, his voice a little strained as he bent to kiss her brow.
“Okay,” she agreed, trying to catalogue the sensations in her as she looked into his silver-blue eyes.
For a split second, it had felt like he was tearing her apart, but the sting was already starting to fade, and she was getting restless, like she wanted to move. Tentatively, she flexed her muscles around his cock, rocking in exploration. Above her, Calen groaned and shifted. The pain returned, but it wasn’t as sharp. Instead of flinching, she squeezed his arms tighter.
“Are you okay, nymph?” he asked hoarsely.
She waited. “I think so,” she whispered when it was finally true.
The sting had faded again and the pleasure was slowly building. Tentatively, she flexed and rocked again until he let out a hiss.
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Calen suspected that his fairy was lying a little, but when she started moving, his hunger got the best of him and he was no longer capable of being noble. As carefully as he could, he began to move, pumping slowly in and out of her.
Being inside Maia was like nothing he had ever felt. Even now, it felt like her body was fighting to keep him out. He looked down, eager to see himself claiming his fairy. His gut seized a little when he saw a little blood, the proof of her innocence. It made him feel doubly guilty…but also crazy to fuck her harder, to imprint himself on her permanently.
He didn’t, choosing instead a slow, easy pace to make sure he didn’t hurt her. But he was intensely pleased. Maia truly belonged to him now, and no one else. He moved closer so she wouldn’t see the blood, covering her like a blanket with just enough room at his hips to move back and forth.
Maia started to rock with him a little. The minute shift threw his gears into overload. “Shit, baby you’re so tight,” he panted as he increased his thrusts.
Maia whimpered again, but it sounded more like pleasure than pain this time. Which was good. He was trying to keep himself in check, moving gently inside her, but the need to pound into her was starting to overwhelm him. Incrementally, he sped up some more.
It wasn’t going to take much more to come. Maia held him so firmly it was as if she was trying to strangle his cock, a pleasure close to pain. Her whimpers turned to breathy little moans, and he was finally sure she wasn’t hurting anymore.
“Your cunt is so hot and sweet around my cock, baby. It’s the wettest, tightest, best fucking thing I’ve ever felt,” he whispered, panting the dirty words directly in her ear as he moved his hand between their bodies to stroke and squeeze her clit.
When his hand made contact, Maia gasped, and her little sheath tightened around him involuntarily.
“That’s it, nymph, squeeze your little cunt around me. Yeah, just like that, baby. Fuck!” he exclaimed when he felt her inner muscles grip him tighter.
He rubbed her harder, and Maia began to cry out as he stroked in and out of her faster and faster. Her inner muscles rippled as her climax was on her, and she squeezed and clamped down on his dick, her entire body seizing with a strangled gasp.
Unable to fight his own climax anymore, he came hard, shouting at the ceiling and spilling his hot seed in jerking spasms. He kept fucking her through it, working his cum as deep inside her as he possibly could. He wanted to flood her little womb, staking his claim as primitively as he could.
By giving her his baby.
Chapter 17
Maia came back to reality slowly. Calen was pressed against her, a heavy weight on her body that she welcomed this time. He’d collapsed after giving a loud shout and rocking into her hard one last time. She had wanted to shout, too, but when her first real orgasm rocked her body, she’d been unable to do more than hold onto to him and gasp.
Calen’s was still big in her, but she could feel him starting to soften.
There is a man inside me.
This was crazy. The sensation of being filled was so strange and alien. Paradoxically, she wanted to clamp down, to hold him inside her as tightly as possible, even though it had hurt in the beginning. She felt a tight, ticklish sensation deep where they were joined and a part of her wanted to rub and twist all over him again.
Eventually, Calen’s breathing calmed, and he turned his head to the side to look down at her face. He kissed her softly. “Are you okay, nymph? I know it hurt at first. I’m sorry. It won’t as much next time,” he promised.
“It’s not bad. Just a little burn,” she told him. He nodded and slowly slid out of her.
Maia let out another little gasp. Even soft, he fi
lled her well, and the sensation of him moving out of her body was startling. Calen moved away from her and she looked back down at her naked body. Silently cataloging the minute differences, she sat up.
She was overly conscious of her soreness. It almost felt as if he was still inside her. Or a ghost of him. Flexing experimentally, she flushed as she realized part of him was still inside her.
Wait...Calen hadn’t used any protection.
Did he think she was on the pill? No. He knew she wasn’t. Was she supposed to have asked him to use something? Or was he already on the baby train?
Maia froze.
Of course he is, you idiot.
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Maia’s silence made him feel terrible. She was looking down at herself, an almost forlorn expression on her face.
Shit. She’d seen the blood. There was more than he’d thought there would be. It must have looked scary to her. Parts of it were pink where it mixed with his semen. Calen stood up to get a warm moist towel. He rushed back and started to clean her up.
“Let me do that,” Maia said, embarrassed.
She took the towel from him and wiped away their fluids, wincing slightly when she touched a tender spot. Calen sat on the floor with his back to the front of the couch. He watched silently until she was done.
“Come here, baby,” he gestured, one arm extended so he could put it around her.
Maia crawled next to him but sat a little farther away, outside of his embrace. She breathed in deeply and stared at the fire instead of looking at him.
“What’s wrong?” he asked. Her lips parted, but she didn’t answer, and he started to mentally swear. “I know it may have been rough. I meant to be gentle, but you’re so small. It won’t be so bad next time,” he repeated apologetically.
She turned to him and gave him a wan smile that faded quickly. “It’s not that. I mean it hurt, but I don't think it could have gone better. It was very nice at the end,” she said with a slight blush.