Authors: Moxie North
Dax let his hand at her cheek slip around to the back of her neck and he pulled her up to meet his mouth. He arched her neck and Effie let her mouth open under his. He swept into her mouth, tasting her as she teased him back.
“Will you stay tonight with me? Please, sweetness?” he asked between kisses.
Effie had no intention of moving away from the sexy man on top of her. No way, no how.
“I’ll stay, but there better be pancakes in the morning. I get very cranky without my morning carbs,” she warned.
“Duly noted,” he growled and kissed her hard again. Sliding his hands down he reached for both of her hands and drew them above her head. He wrapped her fingers around the slats in the headboard.
“Can you keep these here? I need to keep my focus and having you touch me might be too much this time,” he warned.
“Yes, I can keep them here, this time,” she warned back.
Dax let out a laugh and then ran his hands down her arms stopping at her neck to release the tie of her swim suit. He moved down her body, pulling the top down was like unwrapping a present on Christmas. He delayed his own gratification of exposing her large breasts.
Effie knew her nipples were peaked, not just from the cold of the pool, but from the delicious friction of rubbing up against hot man chest. Just the thought of his mouth wrapped around one had her legs squeezing, giving her clit a taste of friction.
Effie heard a low purring come out of Dax and looked at him startled. The purr sounded like it was coming from the middle of his chest. He just smiled wickedly at her and swirled his tongue around one stiff peak. He kept his eyes on her as he tormented her tight bud. He moved to the other and sucked it deep into his mouth.
He tugged it hard, hoping to leave a mark on her breast. “These are mine now, Effie.” Dax pinched the nipple he wasn’t working with his mouth between his fingers. Giving it a squeeze, he watched as the sweet pressure had Effie arching her back off the bed.
Dax gave another suck and pinch causing Effie to mewl and buck under him. “My girl likes a little pain doesn’t she? Just enough to wake up those nerves and send her soaring.”
The strength of the suction Dax was using on her nipple shot straight down to her clit. She was already wet, but now she was drenched with the sweet pleasure from Dax’s mouth.
“I can smell your sweet pussy, Effie. It’s soaked for me isn’t it? I’m going to make you see heaven once I get inside you,” he growled.
“Dax,” she whispered, pushing her breast higher towards him.
“I’ve got you, minx. Greedy little thing aren’t you? Make sure those hands don’t move. I’d hate to have to tie you to the bed,” he warned.
Effie snorted, “I’m sure you would. And for the record,” she paused waiting for his eyes. When she had them she finished, “You can tie me to the bed anytime you want, handsome.”
The idea of having her spread out on the bed, tied and unable to move had Dax’s cock throbbing. He’d spend hours making her come over and over, he’d lick her clean each time.
Dax’s growl echoed through the room. “Mine.”
Effie couldn’t deny it. She felt like his, if that was possible, like she was marked somehow already.
Then the light bulb popped over her head.
“My tattoo!” she laughed.
Dax smiled down at her. “Told you, you are mine.”
“What must you have been thinking?” she asked, amazed that she’d picked a big cat paw print on her shoulder and on top of her was a man that could change into a giant cat.
“I was thinking that the fates were seriously throwing signs at me, as if I needed any more encouragement.”
“Hmph, maybe these fates know more than we do,” she agreed. There were only so many chances you could chalk up to coincidence before giving the universe a big ‘I get it!’
Dax offered her a look of such love and devotion that Effie felt a knot form in her throat. She could feel her eyes welling up and she gave herself the “suck it up, Effie” command.
“Baby,” he said when he saw the tears.
Kissing her again, Dax was determined to erase those tears the only way he knew how. He went back to loving his mate. He kissed and touched every inch he revealed as he removed her now damp swimsuit. Giving her nips and sucking hard to mark her skin. It wasn’t enough but it kept his cat back.
Effie kept her part of the bargain and kept her hands up around the slats.
Dax kissed, nipped, and licked her breasts, the undersides, down her ribcage, and across her belly. He playfully bit just below her belly button and just above her swimsuit.
Effie was watching his head as it moved over her torso. Her arms tensed over her head, she was anticipating what he was going to do next. She wiggled her hips to give him the go ahead and she got a stunning smile in response.
Dax took his cue and slowly started pulling her swimsuit down and swiped it off her legs in one movement. With her pussy exposed, Dax let her essence wash over him. His cat was thrilled. Beyond thrilled even. He had everything he ever wanted right in front of him. Dax knew exactly how he felt. Opening his eyes he let his cat and his own desire shine forward hopefully communicating to Effie just how on board he was with everything about her.
Dax looked down at the curved hips, thick thighs and sweetly shaved pussy and a loud purr rolled out of him.
“Bad kitty,” Effie whispered. She wasn’t sure how he’d take that, but she was never one to hold back what was on her mind. Sometimes what she said didn’t even originate in her brain. At least that’s what Cassie always said.
“Only you, my love, get to call me that. And only in here,” he warned. She could call him whatever the hell she wanted. But Dax’s dominant alpha side was rearing up. He hadn’t needed it for so many months in Washington, he was a little surprised when the ferocity of his need to claim washed over him.
Dax bent down and used his rough tongue to swipe through Effie’s wet pussy, letting his tongue dip into her opening for the briefest second. “You are mine, Effie.”
He tongued her again, this time using his tongue to flick over her clit. “I’m yours.”
Dax sucked her clit into his mouth. “No one, will ever have you again but me.”
Pulling her legs wider, Dax lay down on his stomach between her legs, hooking her knees over his shoulders.
She wanted to reprimand him for his bossy attitude, but the idea of belonging to him was not giving her any cause to worry. Effie wanted him to claim her, possess her.
“Remember what I said in the conference room. Your orgasms are mine now. I’ll be very, very generous with them. But don’t be surprised if I have an urge to make you come and track you down, wherever you are. Work, clubs, anytime, anywhere, you’re mine to enjoy.”
Effie really wanted to give him the my body, my rules speech. But having a guy say he’s going to ninja jump you to get you off? Really didn’t warrant a complaint.
“Okay,” she said drunkenly, letting her mind float away with the amazing sensations of Dax between her legs.
“Good girl,” he purred into her core.
Effie was on the brink of coming, she was close due to all the excess adrenaline left over from the cougar in the room experience.
“Dax,” she mewed.
“You need something, sweetness?”
“You, please,” she whispered. “I need you inside me.”
“Anytime, anywhere, my love,” Dax said, crawling up over her splayed body.
“Look at you keeping your arms up this whole time, you’ve been very good. How about we move them down, but still no touching, hmm?”
Dax reached for her hands and slowly lowered them down to her thighs.
“Grab each leg and pull them wide for me. Show me how beautiful you are,” he directed.
Effie wrapped her hands around her thighs and pulled her legs back. She should be embarrassed about being laid out like a centerfold, but the fire in Dax’s eyes when she moved didn’t feel embarrassing. It felt amazing, and she could feel her pussy get wetter just from his look.
Dax growled as his nostrils flared. Damn she smelled like heaven, he thought. “Your sweet pussy is my favorite kind of cream. I’m going to have to keep you close so I can snack on you whenever I want.”
Pulling off the boxers, his erection sprang free. Giving it a long pull, back and forth, he let Effie look her fill.
Effie was looking, she was actually trying really hard not to ogle. He was long, thick and straight and it was all for her. As her eyes flicked up to his, she saw Dax was watching her.
“Is that for me?” she cooed. Her muscles were clenching and releasing just at the sight of that thick cock that would soon be sunk deep inside her.
“Only you,” he pledged.
Dax knew she wasn’t ready to bond with him, but he had to confirm one last time.
“No biting this time, right?” His cat was protesting loudly but he wasn’t going to win on this point. Man was controlling beast.
“Not yet,” she answered, “I’m not saying never, just not yet.”
“That’s fine, baby. I’ll wait as long as you need,” Dax said, giving her a kiss. Effie could taste herself on his lips and it made her buck her hips up at him. She was tired of waiting.
“I told you, sweet cream.” His eyes glowed brightly. Seeing his cat flare to the surface, she cried out and lifted her hips up to him.
Dax laughed at her eagerness. He fisted his cock and ran the tip up and down through her slick lips. Fitting himself against her opening, Dax looked deep into her eyes as he sank into her tight heat.
“My Effie,” he groaned.
Effie sucked in a breath as he stretched her core. He felt huge and perfect. The slow drag against her sensitive skin was like static running over her nerves.
Once he was seated fully in her, Dax paused, savoring the tight fist around his cock, the fiery heat of her wetness. This was home, inside his mate, their hearts beating as one. This was right.
Effie was thinking the same thing, everything about this was right. A little voice in the back of her head was also reminding her that neither of them had mentioned protection. But she didn’t care for some reason. She’d gotten tested after creepy Chris. She knew she was clean. She also knew she didn’t want anything between her and Dax.
“Don’t let go of your legs, baby,” Dax said, then slowly slid back out of her fisting channel. The drag causing them both to moan. Then he plunged back in, bumping up against her womb. Oh how he wanted to fill her up. Right now and in the future. He wanted to mark her with his cum and then watch her grow round with his cubs. It was a driving need as he started picking up his pace. Bracing his arms above her head, Dax let his hips pound into her slick pussy.
It was fantastic, and Dax never wanted it to end. His body moved and loved Effie. He touched and tasted wherever he could reach. His hands roamed her body, memorizing every inch.
Effie wanted to touch and taste him, but she liked being on the receiving end of all of his attention. Dax left no inch of skin untouched. He punctuated his thrusts with sharp bites of his teeth on the flesh of her breasts and arms. A twist of his hips would be matched with a pinch of her nipple. It was perfect, like they had made love a million times.
Sadly he’d been without for a while and his cat was clamoring for a taste of his mate’s blood. Dax couldn’t let himself go completely. Not this time. He had to think of Effie and what she needed first.
Sliding one hand down between their bodies, Dax swirled his thumb over Effie’s swollen clit and he got a moaning cry out of her in response. He did it again and again as he thrust into her. He could feel her hips rotating and arching against him, seeking that sweet release.
“Come for me, sweets. Coat my cock in your hot cream,” Dax ordered.
Dax leaned down and sealed his mouth over hers, kissing her deep, his tongue mimicking the thrust of his hips. Effie started moaning loudly into his mouth, her cries building. Dax could feel her legs start to shake underneath him and then the moment came, her pussy tightened around his cock like a vise. He could barely keep his pace she was squeezing him so tight. She screamed into his mouth and he swallowed her cries.
Her body arched and bucked under him, and he kept up his pace, drawing out her climax until she fell limp on the bed. He kissed her softly, slowing his thrusts, easing her down.
Dax kissed along her face, her neck, avoiding that sweet spot on her shoulder.
“Dax?”
“I’m here, baby,” he laughed, still kissing her.
“Did you?” she mumbled. She was wiped, the adrenaline was gone, the orgasm had wrung the last drop of energy out of her.
“Not yet, do you want me to stop?” he asked, still kissing along her collarbone.
“No, I want you inside me. I want to sleep with you inside me,” she murmured.
Dax’s cat set up roaring in his head. He was all for that idea. Reaching down, Dax hooked one of her legs up over his hip and he pulled her hips up to meet his as he set a fast, hard pace.
Effie wrapped her arms around his back, assuming this wouldn’t push too many of his buttons. It did cause him to grab her other leg, wrap that one around his waist and she locked her legs over his ass. Bracing on his forearms, Dax was lost in the driving rhythm.
“Effie, sweet, Effie,” he called out as his orgasm built. He was going to come harder than he ever had before, he was sure of it.
As the tingle in his spine built, he felt his body lock as he couldn’t hold back the roar that poured out of him as the first thick spurt of cum coated inside Effie. Dax moaned and growled as jet after jet filled her still pulsing channel.
When the last drop had spilled out of him, Dax let his head, drop to Effie’s chest.
“My Effie.”
“Yes, your Effie,” she agreed. She couldn’t deny it. This man was worming his way into her heart at lightspeed.
“I don’t think I could be happier than right now,” Dax said, looking up at her.
“It’s pretty damn good isn’t it?” she agreed, running a hand through his rumpled hair.
“Sleep, then food?” he suggested, rolling to his back as he dragged her with him.
Effie laid her head on his chest and said, “Mmhmm, sleep, food.”
She felt Dax laughing as he placed a kiss on the top of her head. Then she felt nothing but warm contentment.