Willow couldn’t move a muscle. She now knew what it was like to be made of pudding. He released her and she collapsed against the desk, holding on for dear life so she wouldn’t slide into a pull of mush on the floor.
Lyonis pulled out from her, his hands rubbed soothing circles across her back.
“So smooth. So soft. You’re more beautiful to me than you can imagine,” he said softly. Willow might have melted at his sweet words but as it was, she was already melding with the wood of the desk.
His fingers and thumbs rubbed into the already liquefied muscles of her back. Willow sighed as he gently rubbed where his hands had been curled around her shoulders. He never hurt her with his touch, though he’d been unrelenting in holding her down. Slowly, he turned her around and held her against him. It was a good thing too because she swore she still couldn’t stand on her own two feet. Her eyes refused to open. It was as if that one orgasm had completely shut down her body.
“I need a nap.”
His laughter floated over her. “I’ll tuck you in myself, but there’s one more thing I need first.”
Willow blinked and looked up at him. “What?”
He picked her hand from off his chest and place it over his naked crotch. Willow eyebrows shot up and some of the fog that had been draped over her lifted.
“You’re hard.” He gave her a hungry look, nodding.
Then he explained, “You just agreed to be my mate. I’m so hard I feel like I’ve had one pent up orgasm sitting inside me my whole life waiting for this moment. Waiting for you.” Willow’s fingers curled around his hard shaft. The pulsing heat of him, the unbending strength, and the soft skin teased her own desire with sexy possibilities.
However she was too boneless to be much good to him, so she told him so. If anything, his gaze threw even hungrier.
“No worries, mate. I have that all figured out.” Then he pushed her gently and she went to her knees before him. His cock bobbed in front of her lips as if waving for attention.
His eyes traveled over her wildly like a hungry man seeing food for the very first time. He watched her bare breasts paying particular attention to her nipples, then slid down her softly rounded stomach to the apex of her sex. His cock twitched before her, the head darkening to a blush.
“Now suck on my cock, mate.”
Willow might have been up in arms at his order, but that was before. Because now she understood that the moment her mouth wrapped around his cock, he was all hers. She also realized she felt freed in a way. She was no longer bound by her previous, strict notions of him and what they could be together. She had the freedom now to explore, learn, and test new territories. One of which she was about to suck on...happily.
Though, on second thought, her body still felt like a warm pile of butter. The energy it took to give him a blowjob was not entirely appealing to her. She looked up at him with beseeching eyes. After he tore his gaze from her pussy, he laughed.
“Not to worry. I’ve got this under control. All you have to do is help me along.” Willow was still trying to figure out what that meant, when he gripped his cock in his hand and brought the wet tip to her lips. Her tongue darted out and cleaned him of their salty mess. Only more seemed to appear.
“Open your mouth,” he grunted, his voice part beast now with his passion. Willow’s hand reached between her legs and touched herself. She couldn’t refuse it when her core throbbed so hard.
She parted her lips. Lyonis’ face slackened with pleasure, eyes falling to half-mast, wet lips parting. He held his cock and teased her lips with it, coating her lips with his precum.
“Just relax,” he said. “I’ll do the work.” Willow planned on it because she barely had the energy to rub small circles around her clit.
He pushed the head of him past her lips and held it there. Her tongue darted around and traced the salty tip in a lazy circular pattern. He reached for her jaw and cupped her, fingers teasing the loose strands of her hair.
“Relax your jaw,” he said. Willow let her jaw fall open, her tongue resting flat in her mouth.
Then he pushed inside. His girth spread her lips around him. Her tongue glided his way. He pushed inside until he reached the back of her throat, then he paused as a sweat broke out over his forehead.
“Oh, God,” he groaned. Both hands cupped her jaw, held on to her hair as he retreated and pushed back inside, thrusting slowly but surely. Willow’s tongue tasted ecstasy. Tasted the saltiness from his release in her body, the creaminess from her own and together it combined into a delicious, sexy flavor unlike anything she’d ever tasted before.
His strokes quickly became faster. He began thrusting into her mouth as he’d done to her over the desk. It didn’t hurt; in fact, she felt no strain on her jaw, since she stayed relaxed. He watched her with raw passion, mesmerized as if she was giving him some special gift. She supposed she was in a way.
He worked his cock in and out of her mouth, his strokes becoming more impatient as his need built up. Willow circled her clit faster as her own release neared. Soft moans left her throat and vibrated around his cock. He threw back his head as if unable to hold it up any longer.
The soft steel of him passed over her tongue repeatedly, growing faster until she felt the crisp hairs of his groin pressing against her lips again and again. His cock swelled inside her mouth, pushing her lips even further. His groans became frequent, the hands in her hair tightened harder and she knew he was near.
Her hips jerked against her hand with the onslaught of her release. Lyonis took her mouth until finally she felt the short burst of precum coating her tongue. She swallowed it, her throat and mouth tightening over his cock, and then he lost it—and so did she.
He pushed deep as his cock exploded in her mouth. Hot streams of cum shot inside her in hot squirts. Willow rubbed her clit furiously and moaned over the cock stuffing her mouth as her orgasm came crashing through her. She jerked and shuddered and still he held her head close, never letting up as he came hard inside her.
She swallowed as the thick deluges kept coming. Then together they finished, bodies sagging with relief. He pulled his cock out with a wet pop then teetered on his feet as if he might fall. Willow laughed and tugged on his hand until he came down beside her.
Then together they fell asleep on the office floor.
Chapter 25
“Are you ready to go?”
Willow finished brushing her hair and smiled at Lyonis. Ever since she decided to mate with him, things had been different. She actually felt...happy. She still wasn’t sure if it was because the stress of the situation was gone or if it was because she was genuinely happy. Either way, she felt good about her decision and was ready to go through with it.
She nodded at him and they piled into his truck and drove towards the field where the festival was being held. As Lyonis drove through the neighborhood, Willow thought back to the past few days. They’d been some of the happiest days of her life. Lyonis and her talked, they talked about everything. About his parents, about hers, about their childhoods. It almost felt like they were any other normal couple.
She kept waiting for the dreaded feeling to come over her, but it never came. No regret, no shame, and no denial. She was ready to mate with him, and they were doing it tonight after the festival. He still wouldn’t tell her how it was done, but that afterwards she’d finally and fully be his wife. The whole thing made her dizzy with excitement—another first for her. She just wished her sisters could be here. She’d asked him if she could invite them but Lyonis told her that the mating ceremony is very private. She blushed thinking about it.