Awakening: Book 1

by L. T. Marshall

  “A little.” I admit, not liking that this softness is quenching the flames of passion and bringing the fear to the forefront a little. I think I would prefer getting lost in the haze instinct and have him just do it when I’m wound up and crazy for him, even if it hurts that way. Get it over and done with, so I can then know what the after feels like, and experience future times, as it’s meant to get better the more you do it. My stomach lurches with a bout of nerves and I swallow down the apprehension.

  “I’ll try not to hurt you. We can go slow, be gentle. Marking doesn’t have to be crazy, and aggressive, and bouncing around the furniture. Your first time should be special. Besides, If I don’t calm down I may only last like five seconds, max.” Colton’s heart is beating as fast as mine, but as he utters soothing words I can feel him physically beginning to level out, his own passion and desire simmering because he’s pulling the emotion through instead of the lust, and it’s dampening both of us as we feed from one another.

  “I think I don’t want to anticipate…I’m ready to just do it.” I frown at him, my innocence showing, and he laughs softly. Bringing that hand and smoothing down my cheek, the obvious adoration in the way he looks at me.

  “You clearly don’t know what foreplay is or, you know… the joy of working up to it.” He grins and kisses me quickly. I blush at that, and he leans in and kisses me a little more intensely, grinding his erection against my intimate places, skin on skin, and I gasp in ecstasy at the unique pleasure waves it causes to ripple through my stomach and up my legs.

  “See… sex is about more than just getting it in there. Trust me. I’m not about to make our first time together uncomfortable because you aren’t ready.” Colton strokes his fingers down my throat and across my breast and ignites that same pleasure, caressing my skin so it almost burns with his touch and those warming churning feelings between my legs stir up again to fever pitch. They never lay low for long, even when he’s taking a breather. One touch and he stokes the fire right back up to where it needs to be, and I stop worrying about going slow.

  He moves down my body and kisses first my throat, then slides down and licks my nipple, before teasing it between his teeth and I almost arch into a snappable position, lifting my spine off the bed and moaning like crazy with the contact. Colton doesn’t relent, he works down my body, kissing, licking, and caressing, and slides his hand between my thighs, carefully, waiting on sounds of my refusal before he gently rubs across my aching core, his fingers trailing between the folds and smoothing a dampness across from within me..

  I almost spasm with the mind-blowing sensation it elicits. That simple caress down there, almost sends me over the edge, and I grab his hair and bury my fingers into the longer length on top to grip onto him as he moves further down. Colton takes it as a sign that I like it and carries on with a second caress, this time circling at the front and almost making me squeal, it feels so good.

  I close my eyes and give way to the sensation as Colton gently pushes my legs apart for better access, at the knees, and lifts one of them up to open me fully to him. I tense in anticipation, waiting on the piercing pain because I think he’s going to enter me, and I’ve worked myself up into believing it’ll happen like they told me it would. Sharp agony, and dry grating uncomfortable thrusting, and groan out in surprise when a hot, smooth tongue probes me instead. I wasn’t expecting him to put his mouth down there, and despite the surprise I almost melt to goo, because it’s honest to god the best feeling in the world.

  “Oh god” the sensation is nothing like I imagined, not even close. Colton sucking, and licking, down there, warm, and wet, yet unbelievably good. Something that should feel icky, or weird, or even unbearably embarrassing, instead is making my toes curl, and me gasp for more. Clutching at him to urge him to do it harder. The pleasure runs up my limbs, warms my stomach, and the motion of what he’s doing has me writhing about the bed in seconds, making noises like a dying animal and all I can do is grip onto his hair and try not to completely implode.

  Colton doesn’t stop what he’s doing and something firmer, longer, and stiffer, gently slides inside of me a little way, and I almost experience my first inner explosion. I assume it’s the beginning of an orgasm, due to this being the first time I have been sexually ignited and touched down there, but as I have no idea what that’s meant to feel like I can only assume. It pushes me to pant and let go of him to grab the bed sheets as I focus on doing nothing but succumbing to how amazing this feels, lifting my hips in time to the way he’s probing me. If I knew sex was like this, I maybe wouldn’t have been so subtle with Colton these past weeks. I would have just pushed him up against a wall and molested him.

  “Good, huh?” His smug tone comes at me, but I can’t answer, only breathe in short raspy gasps as waves of growing heat, and tingles, start in my toes and begin to work their way up my limbs, pelvis, making me tremble uncontrollably. He continues to slide, what feels like a finger, gently in and out of me, only a little way. His tongue back on the frontal portion, as he sucks and licks my clitoris and I groan heavily in response to his question, pulling my knees up as my body can’t stay still from the extreme ecstasy coursing through my limbs.

  “Oh god, oh god…. Mark me. I swear if you don’t get up and do this, I might eat you.” It’s a crazy breathless whine, as need consumes me, and something big builds up in my stomach and nerve endings that feels like climbing. Even though what he’s doing feels divine and I’m so close to some weird precipice, I want to feel him instead of his hand. If that can send me into a spiraling mess of goo, then I want the real thing and experience what that can do.

  Screw foreplay… Mark me already.

  Marked

  Colton laughs at me, but my insane need must be waving at him and overwhelming him too, as he only stops to put on his condom and gets on top of me right away, no hesitation. Abandoning this slow and steady, for instant gratification.

  “So maybe next time foreplay will be lengthier. You’re wet enough already that it shouldn’t hurt much, so maybe we should just get this done, and then the second time we can go slower… enjoy it without the tension.” He braces himself over the top of me, leaning in to nuzzle his nose against mine and I open my eyes to be faced with glowing amber eyes. The most gorgeous male I have ever known, nestling his body back onto mine. He doesn’t say anything, just a kiss on the end of my nose as he catches me unawares with a little smooth slide of his pelvis and completely enters me. It doesn’t give me time to tense up or expect it, just boom, he’s inside of me and I’m thankful it’s how he did it.

  I gasp, as first the pleasure of him doing it, expands and stretches me out in ways I never knew could be so amazing within my own body, but then that sharp stab of pain as he completely buries himself within me, and almost knocks my breath away as I wince and shudder underneath him. A slicing, almost snap, of something that pangs through my abdomen, no more severe than a really bad one second period cramp, but enough to knock the wind out of my sails and the blood drains from my face. My moan turns to yelp, as my body stiffens and I go ridged in his arms instantly, afraid to move, or breathe. He pauses completely, before moving out of me slightly, and slowly, and rests down over me, coming to a complete stop. His eyes on mine intensely.

  “You okay?” He leans in and kisses me tenderly on the mouth, seeking me out to make sure I am, as I wriggle my body and try to quickly recover from that burning sensation raveling up my belly and across my stomach. I only manage to move myself down, so that he slides back to where he was and the pain is replaced with a soothing warmth as he fills me again, and I moan under my breath at the reigniting pleasure.

  “Don’t stop.” Breathing the words at him, clinging to his arms, closing my eyes tight and grip his biceps with fervor. He lowers his head once more and traces his tongue across my throat, distracting me for a second, igniting small sparks and goosebumps across my skin before he moves his hips and pushes into me once more. It’s the most pleasurable pain I’ve ever know
n. Stingy, a little tender, yet it fades with every stroke he makes, pushing in and out until he finds a slow rhythm and I adjust to better move with him. It’s uncomfortable with the first few, but as I seem to self-lubricate once more and his body grinds into mine, bringing us together properly, it changes to that waving sensual deliciousness that I felt when he used his hand.

  My gasps turn to moans once more, the warmth soothing away the worst of the pain, although the slight burning inside dampens, and there is a tiny ache deep inside of me that is being massaged by Colton sliding in and out, in slow even thrusts. He kisses me, caresses my face with one hand, tracing my cheek, and eyebrow, and showers me with nibbles and small kisses across my jaw and mouth as he increases with speed and has me moaning, and groaning, and arching under him. Over and over, growing faster together, as the minutes tick by and he intensifies what it does to me as he gets a little more aggressive with his thrusts.

  He strains over me, careful not to crush me under him and it leaves him free to move, focusing all his attention on the noises I’m making and adjusting to what he deems is something I like. It’s subtle changes in angle, rhythm, ferocity, as he feels me out, listens, and responds to my body, with the goal of making me enjoy this. He’s attentive, and I thank the fates they gave me a lover with a clue. I get that he probably wants to change position, but this works for me and I’m not at that stage of full immersion where I want to start experimenting. This is overwhelming enough, and feels good as is, and I don’t want to move in case it hurts again.

  Sex is unique in a surprising way. There is nothing to compare what it feels like, but I guess done badly this could be horrendous. With Colton it’s mind blowing, ecstasy, even with the first hurdle of pain, as he dominates my body and I become this heavy lump of useless wrapped around him. Completely surrendering to what he’s doing to me, and only capable of noises and shallow breathing as the feeling builds up inside of me to levels that blot out any ability to think beyond sensation.

  “Marking hurts… I can’t do anything about that, but if I get you close enough to climax, it should take the edge off.” Colton’s voice comes through, right in my ear, breathy, low, husky, and so sexy in his hoarseness as he too revels in pleasure at being inside of me. Mid thrust, mid groan, but I’m so lost in darkness inside my own body, overwhelmed by this growing mass of goodness as it crawls up my limbs and devours my skin and body slowly. A hot wave of tingles, and pleasure, creeping up and wrapping around me until it gets to my stomach and ties it all knots. My breathing is rapid, my moans are voiceless, breathless pants now, and as it grows to an overwhelming crescendo, threatening to pull my mind and vision into this wave of building something. Colton leans in and without prior warning sinks his teeth into the soft curve above my breast, inflicting a piercing stabbing agony that is a hundred times worse than breaking my hymen. I cry out, in both pain, and ecstasy, as his plan comes to fruition and everything inside of me explodes magnificently with an overwhelming orgasm.

  The bite mark is numbed out completely by my full-on loss of bodily control, as my first real climax devours me whole, and it’s more powerful than I could have predicted. A crescendo of stars blind me, and sparkle across my entire vision as I spasm and lose control of all of my limbs, my body pulsing, and twitching, with extreme mind throbbing pleasure, and I cry out. For my first ever, it’s probably the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life. Like sneezing really hard, only a hundred times better, and it affects every single nerve ending, and leaves you completely sated, and satisfied. It lasts only seconds, but those few delicious long drawn moments of complete loss of control, as I soak Colton between my thighs, are pure bliss. They leave me with residue tingling across my skin, and inside my stomach, and pelvis, that has me stretching out like a satisfied cat and enjoying the waves that fade out slowly with whimpers of approval.

  I slump into a useless heavy mass as soon as the waves subside, and come back to reality, completely aware that Colton is no longer either inside of me or biting me. I blink my eyes open to look at him. Skin flushed and a little embarrassed I just had an all-out spasm attack and cried like he was killing me. There’s no pain in my chest, or between my legs, and yet, I don’t want to look at see some deep bloody mess down there. Although it doesn’t feel wet, and there’s literally no trace of blood on Colton’s face from what I can see.

  “Look at you.” He grins at me, prodding me very slightly in the cheek where I can feel a buildup of heat, and assume, I’m rosy. I must look like I fell asleep and was woken suddenly, as my eyes are heavy and almost unfocused. I assume I look like you’re meant to after a mind-blowing climax like that, and he seems very proud of himself. The aftereffects are as good as the during, and my body is weightless, and relaxed, like a thousand years of stress and tension were lifted off in one amazing explosion. I could fly if I wasn’t wedged under him, and he looks equally relaxed and happy with himself.

  “You feel up to it being my turn? All you have to do is complete the union, but you need to be on top.” He points out, a hint of tiredness in his tone and I reach up and stroke my fingers across his jawline, loving the feel of subtle stubble as it grazes my delicate skin. I couldn’t love this face anymore if I tried right now. He just blew my mind.

  I blink at him, then down between us as I think about it, and as good as what he did was, I honestly can’t do a round two just yet. My body has gone on vacation, and my legs are like Jell-O so that I’m not even sure I have the full use of them anymore. My lady parts are throbbing now the pleasure has stopped, and it definitely hurts down there, like something got snapped, or grazed inside. Slightly burning. I feel tender, and maybe not so quick to put his manhood back in there, for tonight anyway.

  “We might have to do some recovery delay time.” I point out, the horror of a rematch must be evident on my face, but he only shakes his head at me, a smile breaking across that cute boy expression and my favorite dimples shine down at me.

  “Trust me, as much as I hate to admit that our first time lasted under six minutes, because it’s pretty embarrassing, I already came. Due to lack of action, way too much build up, and excitement at finally being able to touch you. We don’t need to be going for round two yet. I climaxed, majorly, and it’s very sensitive down there, so, we both need some down time before I make up for this sad attempt and give you a decent second go at it. You just need to get up and mark me, to finish this. You’re mine…. forever, and ever, and ever, and ever……” Colton buries his face in my neck and starts nibbling me playfully, torturing me with his full body weight getting released on top of me, and pulling a fit of giggles out of me until I fight him off and bat him away. Sore all over from his nips, and grazing kisses, and from that five o’clock shadow starting to scratch me. Skin blushing from his attentions, and the fatigue I see evident in him is starting to ebb my way.

  “How am I supposed to get up if you don’t get off of me?” I retort, to busy trying to calm the laughing fit he caused me, to be able to speak and breathe at the same time, and Colton rolls off me to let me go. Sighing heavily in a sound that is very much satisfaction and splays out on the bed with his head tilted up at me.

  “You just had to ask, Princessa.” He lays back, kicking out the sheets from under him as he does so, and pushes them down the bed. I sit up and yank my side back too, to aid him in his endeavors and get under them so he can pull his over him and then I slide up onto him. I carefully crawl up, no shyness about being this way, and straddle him over the area his hips are, so I don’t sit on his now no longer erect manhood. I’m sure he wouldn’t appreciate my squashing it when it’s ‘sensitive’

  I flinch as my body connects with his, nestling down, underneath tender even though our union was brief, and I catch the look of guilt sweep over his face before he smooths it out to conceal it. His hand comes up to trace where he marked me and for the first time, I actually pay real attention to where it is, and find the courage to look. Shocked that the reason there is no pain, or throbbing, and
I hadn’t even acknowledged it, is it’s already healed. No blood, no gash, but a perfect bite mark of dark scars that are smooth to the touch, almost like a tattoo in subtle hues. I stroke over it too, eyes widening in wonder, and throw him a quizzical glance. I didn’t turn, so I don’t understand how it’s healed.

  “Marking isn’t the same as inflicting a wound. It heals almost as you’re doing it…. makes it permanent somehow, so that when we turn it never goes away. It’s magical. I guess having sex while doing it makes a difference.” Colton smiles at me, answering the unspoken question and I nestle properly over him. Taking my time to find a less ‘ouchy’ spot before relaxing as slow as I can and trace my fingers across his chest, trying to pick my own spot.

  “Maybe I won’t bother… think I might have changed my mind.” I joke, with a serious look on my face, and sit back to push my hands on my hips instead. Feeling playful now I’m in control and the one calling the shots up here. Colton rolls his eyes and presses his pointer finger on my nose, like I’m a juvenile, before letting both his hands nestle around my hips.

  “You won’t be wanting sex from me again then, huh? I mean …. I’m not that kind of guy anymore… no mark, equals, no mating. Even when the haze comes.” He shrugs playfully and I shake my head at him and make a ‘hmmm’ noise as though I’m really considering it. I like the teasing, it’s cute, and I like Colton’s playful cheeky face all the more, now that I have no more doubts about us.

  To be honest the first time was maybe quick, and I’m suffering a little from it, but I definitely want to do that again and explore how much better it can be. I always heard the first time is nothing compared to when you master it, and have it a few times, which means I am in for a world of amazing sex, because Colton has skills. I don’t want to miss out on that and besides, can’t have this sex pot unmarked when the haze moves in. Femmes might kidnap him from me and hold him hostage until they get their fill. I need to mark my man.