Authors: Lucy Kelly
The momentary horror she felt must have shown on her face because he immediately started backtracking.
“Okay, this is obviously a bad idea. I’ll just leave and go to the other room. You don’t have to do anything!” he said, starting to walk away from her.
“Take one more step to the door and I’ll just have to chase after you. How would that look? Do you want me to go through all that trouble? Or are you going to listen?” she asked him belligerently.
“I can see the thought of going to bed with me is horrible to you. I’m just trying to make this easier for you,” he said, not really sure how he was supposed to act. He was treading lightly, so as not to scare her off and all his bear wanted to do was ravage her and take her over and over again all night long.
“I’m not horrified about you. It has nothing to do with you. I mean look at you,” she said, waving her hand up and down his body. “You’re perfect! You have those incredible shoulders, and that really nice chest I just want to cuddle into all the time. Even your muscles have muscles! And I’m sitting here with stick legs and a too skinny body. All out of proportion and ugly. I’m scared when you see me, you’ll take one look and decide you could have something better. And you probably have had better. How can I possibly compare to any of the, I’m sure, gorgeous women in your past?”
He sat down on the side of the bed so she didn’t have to keep looking up at him. He said a small prayer in his head that he wouldn’t screw this up. His mate needed reassurance and he had to give her the right words. Reaching out he took both her hands in his and looked into her eyes. “Anyone in the past is just that, in the past. I don’t even remember their faces. You are all I see and all I want or will ever want from now until I draw my last breath. I won’t lie to you, part of that is the pull of true mates. But it’s also because you’re you. You’re beautiful, strong, and capable inside and out. I wish I had half your courage. Everyone here, including me, admires you for what you’ve accomplished and what you’re willing to take on, risking everything, including your life.”
He picked up her hands and placed kisses in each palm. Then he stood and began to pace back and forth. “The only time I get angry with you is when you talk down about yourself. You are gorgeous! I can’t wait until I feel your long soft hair trailing over my body. And your skin! It’s softer than silk, so pure and white it practically glows. You’re light, beauty, and quiet courage. I’m dark, brooding, and can be heavy handed. I need you to balance me out. Can’t you see how much I need you?” he exclaimed, pulling at his hair.
She had to understand, she just had to!
Laura thought about what he said. “Obviously you have strange taste in women, but I’m not going to complain. Let me take care of a few things in the bathroom and I’ll start filling the tub. I’ll call you when I’m ready for you to come in,” she said.
No way was he going to watch while she emptied her bladder! Some things needed to stay private!
Nodding his head, he quickly agreed. He was willing to do whatever made this easier for her. His main concern now was trying not to cause her any pain when he finally took her. He was so big and she was so tiny. Damn! His cock swelled even more just thinking about how tight she was bound to be. He yelled out that he was going to grab some clothes from his room and would be right back.
He planned to release some of the pressure he was feeling by jacking off. It probably wouldn’t help, nothing would, except being inside her. Hopefully it would give him time to take things a little slower.
Laura was happy when he said he’d be gone from the room for a bit. She was having problems taking care of things when he could hear everything from the other side of the door. She quickly took care of her business and then went over to the tub and started the taps. Rolling over to the cupboard in the wall she pulled out some soothing bath salts and added them to the water. She spotted some candles and quickly grabbed them up. If she hurried, she could have them lit and be waiting for him in the tub. The softer light would make her feel better too.
“Maggie, turn all the lights in the bathroom and bedroom down to twenty percent illumination please,” she said and was pleased when the lights immediately dimmed.
“Thank you, Maggie,” she said.
“Laura, your husband is in a different bathroom. My research into the mating habits of humans all indicate the female and male are together during coitus. Why aren’t you together?” asked Maggie house.
“Your research is not complete, Maggie,” Laura said as she eased her way into the tub using the well-placed handicapped grip bars. “Often in the case of an inexperienced bride, the husband will give her some time alone to get over her nerves.”
“Do you need instruction on what to expect?” Maggie asked. Laura had the builders install total monitoring throughout her bedroom and bath for health reasons. Now Maggie projected a video feed of a porno flick onto the wall into the tub enclosure. This was not what Laura had intended when she’d had it installed. It was so she could watch movies, read, or scan collected data while she was undergoing water therapy.
“No, Maggie, actually new brides would prefer to get their instruction from their more experienced husbands. Please turn it off,” she said, embarrassed and if she could admit it, titillated by the images she’d seen.
Alex, who was standing in the doorway, unseen, almost spoke, and then thought better of it. He waited silently for a moment and then knocked on the doorjamb. He was wearing a towel around his waist.
Laura looked over and nearly slipped under the water when she saw him. He was standing in the doorway wearing practically nothing. As she watched, the front of the towel started to move and her eyes got big. But not as big as he was when the towel dropped to the floor.
Holy shit!
Alex decided he was better off under the water with his mate. So ignoring the way she was staring, he crossed the room and stepped into the large spa tub with her. He reached out to steady her and saw that in the water she actually had more control. The water helped hold her weight so she now had more mobility.
She had put all that beautiful white-blonde hair up on top of her head, she probably didn’t want to get it wet. So he was going to have to wait to get his hands on it. Instead, he reached for her waist and pulled her onto his lap. “Your skin is like cream and I want to lap it up,” he said, reaching for a cloth. He used the liquid soap dispenser one handed to fill the cloth. He started bathing her, to get her used to his touch and he was anything but dispassionate in his attentions.
Each wipe or swirl of the cloth was followed by his other hand as he poured a cupped hand’s worth of water over the soapy residue. He started on her back by picking up and then had her straddle him so he could wash her front. Picking up her left hand he started with her fingers. After washing her hand, he picked it up and kissed her third finger. “It’s not as traditional with shifters, but I find I want you to wear my ring. Will you?” he asked.
Laura took a deep breath, her heart was racing.
I’m sitting naked on a man’s lap and he was also naked! I can feel him pressing against me, down there!
She was amazed all over again at her healing after so long being paralyzed. And this hunky man had a hard-on, for her, she could feel every inch of him pressed between them. A fleeting worry that he couldn’t possibly fit went through her mind and then she gave herself up to the sensations that were pouring through her body. She melted when he asked her to wear his ring. “I would be proud to wear your ring,” Laura answered him shyly. Her quick response was rewarded with a kiss.
A moment later he pulled back. “Now don’t distract me, I’m not done with your bath,” he said before moving his way up to her shoulder. As he crossed her collarbone the ends of the cloth teased her already tight nipples. He continued down her left arm. “Your nipples are ripe buds, begging for my mouth. Would you like to feel my mouth there?” he asked as he finished cleaning her left arm.
Laura could only nod her head; words were beyond her at that moment. His casual strength as he lifted her made her feel cherished. He easily held her with one strong arm at her back, leaving his second hand free to pluck and massage the second nipple as he licked and suckled the first one. He decided they were clean enough and stood up. He was still kissing her as he stepped out of the tub.
When he started out of the room she pushed at his shoulders with her hands. “Wait, we’re all wet,” she said.
Damp sheets weren’t important to him but they obviously bothered her. So looking around he spied her stool in the shower. Putting her down, he quickly dried himself, and then brought a large bath sheet over and wrapped it around her. Picking her up, wrapped in the towel, he carried her into the bedroom.
Laura saw that he’d already pushed the sheet and blankets down to the end of the bed. When he laid her down, she was completely exposed to his view. The lights were still dim but she could see him clearly and knew he could see every inch of her body as well. Wanting to prolong their foreplay, she spoke, “My skin gets really dry after a bath. There’s a bottle of lotion in the cabinet, I always rub it into my skin after a bath. At least wherever I can reach.”
“From now on, rubbing lotion into every square inch of your skin will be my job, and my pleasure,” he growled. He voice had gone guttural, waiting was torture. But what delightful torture! He strode back into the bathroom to get the lotion. He didn’t bother to wear a towel this time; he wanted her to see the proof of how much he wanted her.
Coming back into the bedroom, he sat at the side of the bed near her knee. He poured some lotion into his hand and warmed it. It gave off a pleasant lemony herbal smell as he massaged it into her skin. Starting at her feet he slowly worked his way up and decided he was really happy her physical therapist was a woman. He couldn’t have taken another man touching her.
As he grew close to the apex of her legs he heard her breath hitch. Fine blonde hair barely covered her mound and he could see her glistening folds as he picked up her leg to rub lotion into the back of her thigh. His fingers lightly brushed over her as he moved to the other leg. When she ever so slightly rocked her hips he smiled.
He helped her to roll over so he could reach her butt and back. When he ran his hands over her ass and up her hips, she let out a long moan. “Are you alright?” he asked.
“There’s a line across my back. The point where before I lost all feeling. It’s very sensitive,” she explained in a breathy voice. A new erogenous zone? This he was interested in. Bending over he ran his tongue over the two dimples just above the crack in her ass on either side of her spine and she moaned again. He continued to massage the lotion into her skin, returning again and again to that line of sensitivity. It was almost as if he was stroking her clit.
He rolled her over and gave just as much attention to the front of her body as he had the back. His own control was starting to slip and he leashed it in tightly, he was determined to make this first time good for her.
Laura felt like her entire body had been sensitized. Every stroke of his hand, just about anywhere he touched her, set off sparks of heat rushing through her. She was growing hot and tight. She could feel moisture pooling and heaviness down below, where she knew he would make them one. At the back of her mind a little voice chastised her for not touching him in return. She was so overwhelmed with the feelings rushing through her, she could only lie there and experience them.
“It’s been too long, I need to kiss you again,” he said as he came up to lay next to her. He leaned over her and took her mouth, thrusting his tongue deep to taste her. As they kissed, he moved his hand between her legs and found that little button of pleasure.
The lotion still coating his fingers helped as he eased one finger into her tight channel. At the same time he continued manipulating her clit with his thumb and kissing her deeply. He felt it when she started rocking around his finger and he added a second one, moving them in and out to lubricate her. Trailing kisses down her torso, he made his way until he was crouched between her legs.
Putting his arms under her thighs he easily lifted her and slid his hand up to that line of sensitive flesh over her hips. He ran his fingers over that sensitive area the same time he bit lightly on her clit and she went off. Her head was moving side to side on the pillow, he could see the sensation was almost too much.
Quickly he moved up her body and, fitting himself to her, started to push in. Her inner tissues were slightly swollen but they stretched slowly to accommodate his girth. He kept stroking her clit, rebuilding her passion as he reached her barrier. Once again he worked to bring her to a peak. And as she started convulsing around him, he thrust home. She screamed out at the pleasure and the pain.
Leaning over her he used all his control to keep himself still and not move. Running kisses over her face as he brushed tears from where they leaked out of the corner of her eyes. “Am I hurting you? Do you want me to stop?” he asked frantically. He didn’t know if he could actually pull out and stop, he was hanging on by a thread.
Laura gulped down her tears and raised her hands to his face. ‘You’re inside me. I can feel you deep inside me. I thought I’d never have this. You make me feel things I’ve never felt before. Please don’t stop. I don’t think I want this night to end.”
She pulled his head down and kissed him for all she was worth. She only wished her legs were strong enough to wrap them around his hips. That was a dream for another day. For now, she wrapped her arms around him and urged him on. “Move, I need you to move,” she said.
He took her at her word. Slowly at first, he rocked his hips. When she didn’t seem to feel any pain he started moving in shallow thrusts. When she slapped his shoulder and told him to stop messing around, he let go his leash and lost control. Over and over he slammed into her, grinding his hips to get as deeply inside her as he could. “Mine!” he shouted.