And my mate complies, wrapping a hand around the back of my neck as he brings his mouth to mine, where it belongs, and lays his body out on top of me. My leg hooks up over his hip, where it likes to be, and I kiss my mate rather desperately, with abandon. Half because I want him – always want him, f
Wants to sink himself deep into me, and bite me, and mark me as his own, and fuck me for hours – because I can feel it down the bond – and I want that –I want it right now, immediately –My hand slips down between us, pushing hard at the waistband of his pajamas –But then I go still, my mouth gapi
“Um...” Jackson says lightly, looking uncomfortably to the side – a move he stole from me, I don’t fail to note –And I gasp, even louder now, just staring at him, completely agape. Then, I find myself.“Jackson!” I sputter, leaning back to kick him with my foot. Not because I’m pissed – I just can’
“Okay,” he says, his smirk softening to a smile. “But…I mean, are you mad? That I’m not a virgin, like you?”“Wait, how do you know I’m a virgin?” I ask, narrowing my eyes.He sniffs the air around me. “I can tell by your scent.”“What!?” I screech, eyes wide.But he just laughs at me and shakes his
“I knew it was spring,” he murmurs, his head still hanging as he gets back on track, “because the riverbank was seriously muddy. Like, I kept slipping in it, couldn’t keep my footing, annoying as hell. In winter, it’s frozen solid. In summer, it’s so dry that the dirt…puffs up in the air.”He sighs,
He shrugs, stopping there, perhaps sensing that I don’t want all the details. Or wanting to keep them for himself. But I don’t begrudge him that.I frown a little, though, at this phrasing. “So…” I say carefully, softly. “Did you not…”“If you’re asking if I wanted to,” he murmurs, lifting his eyes
“I was embarrassed,” he says, looking away from me again. “Because…when I came to the city and started watching TV, people of course talked about sex casually – that husbands and wives did it, and mates, and boyfriends and girlfriends. But…they talked about it like it was this big thing – especially
“Yeah, I absolutely do not want you to apologize for that, Ari,” Jackson says, turning a little so that we’re face-to-face again, so that I can see his frown. He sits up straighter, wrapping an arm around me. “I don’t want you to think I don’t want to have sex with you. Because…” he raises his eyebr