Page 15 of Leaping Into Love

Inch after inch of my cock disappears into her mouth. The tip touches the back of her throat, and she swallows around me, nearly causing my legs to buckle. Just when I think she can’t possibly take more, she adjusts her position and guides me deeper, until all that remains outside her mouth are the inches gripped in her fist.

“Tiana,” I croak, trying to hold back, even as heat coils at the base of my cock, desperate to erupt.

Instead of releasing me, her mmm vibrates along my shaft as her cheeks hollow and she sucks. Bobs. Slurps. Messily. Passionately. Until there is no fighting the inferno. With a long, deep croak, I shoot down her throat, eyes locked on my mate as she continues sucking while a shudder rolls through me from head to toe.

The moment my cock slips from her mouth, I pick her up and place her once again on the cedar bench. Spreading her legs wide, I settle between them and guide her hand to the bud above her glistening pink center. Then I sing. My mating call that has only ever been for her.

“Henry,” she says, two fingers rolling back and forth over her clit. With each pass, her breathing grows shallower. Her hips rock. Her chest rises and falls faster, and her free hand goes to one hard-peaked dusky nipple, pinching it.

Her heavy-lidded gaze locked on my vocal sac spurs it to expand as I match my song’s speed to her ministrations and breathing.

She rubs faster, harder. Then she moans, her eyelids fluttering closed. Back arching, hips jerking, she unravels completely, gasping my name as she comes.

Gently, I take each of her hands in mine and guide them to her sides, holding them there. Her eyes go wide as I unfurl my tongue, then they roll back in her head as I slide it inside her, as deep as I can, flexing it, massaging all the sensitive places I committed to memory while studying ways to pleasure my mate.

“God yes,” she pants as I increase speed and pressure. “Oh god, yes.” Her hips rise from the bench, and a soft, high cry leaves her parted lips as sweet nectar coats my tongue. Glassy-eyed, she blinks at me as I draw my tongue into my mouth so I can savor her taste. “I’ve never come like that. Without something touching my clit.”

Pride at being the first, the only one to give her that pleasure, makes my chest swell. Again, I sing for her, my eyes trained on her lovely face, the rise and fall of her breasts, the way her hips tip upward in search of more pleasure.

Continuing my mating call, I release her hands, cup her hips and lift her, then settle her on the bench, with her lush round ass in the air.

She sighs as I smooth my hands over it, moaning when I slip one finger between the valley and follow its path to her entrance.

“I’m going to mount you, my mate,” I say, guiding my cock into place.

“God yes. Please.”

With the tip nestled at her entrance, I resume my song, holding still until she’s panting and pushing back, trying to take me into her body. Gripping her hips, I push inside until there’s no space between us. Her slick heat hugs every inch of me, unlocking a primal urge to breed. With every deep stroke, I sing to my mate, until I hear her breath hitch and feel her muscles clamp down on my cock.

Beneath me, she cries out as she comes, her body jerking, her tight sheath milking me and taking me over with her.

One arm wrapped around her waist, I carefully tuck her against me and lift her into my arms. “You are everything to me,” I say, kissing her softly after wrapping us in a large towel. “I hope that isn’t too much for you.”

Looking into my eyes, her soft fingers trace the shape of my face, lingering on every bump and feature different from her own. “How could being the luckiest woman in the world be too much?”

A croak comes out in place of words, and she giggles, making my heart leap with more joy than I thought possible. I place her in the bed, our bed, then settle in behind her and pull the cover over us. “Are you comfortable?”

She pulls my arm snugly around her and wiggles until our bodies touch everywhere possible. “Now I am. This is perfect.”

“It is. I fear closing my eyes and falling asleep, only to find this was all a dream.”

“It’s not a dream, it’s a dream come true.” Turning her head, she looks into my eyes. “Before, at the pond, you told me you love me, but I didn’t say it back, and that’s not because I don’t feel the same way. I just…I’ve never said it before. Before you, I’d never felt it, and I didn’t want to. But I couldn’t help falling in love with you, Henry, and I’m glad.”

“As am I, my love,” I say, stroking her soft cheek until her eyelids grow heavy and close, and her breathing deepens with sleep.

At long last, my mate is home.

epilogue

A few days later

tiana

“Ready?” Henry asks as we approach the turn that will take us into the downtown core.

“I think so.”

That lack of solid affirmation is all it takes for him to pull over to the curb. Once the car is parked, he angles his body toward me and lays one large green hand over both of mine where they’re tightly bundled on my lap. “There’s no rush for you to interact with the townsfolk in their true forms. I can take you home, then return to do our shopping on my own.”