Chasing Love (8 page)

It had been difficult but she had finally convinced herself the connection and bond she felt with Edward was merely from the familiarity of him being the oldest friend she had.

Yet, she always seemed to come back to him, always her thoughts returned to him, it was always him her body craved. She knew full well that trying to satisfy their sexual cravings wouldn’t help them in the long run—it would be far better for them to never have sex—yet neither could she simply walk away from him, particularly when he was dressed so appealingly as a pirate.

Her head knew it was foolishness to be sexual with him—even with a ‘no penetration’ clause—yet her stupid, naïve heart simply wouldn’t listen. She had always wanted to explore sexual acts with Edward and here was her chance. Hopefully, she could keep herself busy enough with her new life and responsibilities with the Pack and her work that she wouldn’t have to run into him more than absolutely necessary.

Moving on with her life and work was the best thing she could do afterwards.

And so, she led him to her special secluded spot, the place where she meditated and cleared her mind, the place she always began her run when she couldn’t get home to change or when she simply couldn’t hold back any longer.

It would be a welcome relief next full moon to be able to truly let go and lose herself in her wolf form. Those few, scattered, rare times she had had to change here, she had needed to stay so aware of her surroundings during the whole evening. The amount of energy and willpower she had to expend on keeping her wolf-mind sentient had been incredibly taxing and more than enough reason to do her damndest to make it home each full moon.

The luxury of really being able to let go next full moon, of being home for good, was something she looked forward to more than she could express.

Finally, she stopped at a particularly grassy spot underneath a truly huge tree. “Lie down here,” she stated, trying not to sound too impatient.

As always, Edward merely raised an eyebrow, mocking and questioning her judgment. Some things never changed. “Shouldn’t you strip? Or me?”

Christiana crossed her arms over her chest, determined to take control of the situation. Edward’s turn would evidently come soon enough but, for now, it was her place, her fantasy and, most importantly of all, her rules.

Not even deigning to answer him, she began to tap her foot impatiently.

Edward grinned at her, mocking her silently with his overacting as he lowered himself to the grassy ground. “You never did have any patience, Christi-girl, and I bet you haven’t learned how to control that stubborn streak in you, either. Have you?”

Christiana smiled, showing her teeth. She slowly knelt beside him and removed his silk mask, enjoying the revealing of her masked man. Without even answering—she was enjoying this far too much to think at the moment—she began to pull off his black silk pirate shirt.

Finally, she spoke. “You better hope I learned patience, otherwise tonight will be far more fun for me than you. And anyway, who says stubbornness is bad? I rather like it in myself.”

Edward began to help her get his shirt off, so she tapped his hands gently.

“My rules.”

With a dramatic sigh he complied and let her do the work. When she began to unbuckle his pants without even touching his chest, a muscle in his jaw flexed. Apparently he was getting the idea.

Nothing Edward ever did could be considered passive but the fact that he lay there, with his shirt cast down beside him and his belt being pulled from the loops of his breeches, was about as passive as Christiana had ever seen him.

As she pulled his pants down to his knees, she tried to calm her heart. Sure, she’d seen heaps of porn pictures, and felt her life-like jelly vibrator, but she had never
actually
held a naked, erect penis before.

Penis?
Her mind echoed. Despite herself, she sucked in a deep breath as his
cock
surged upwards, saluting her and her femininity.

Pulling his pants down to his knees, she ignored everything but removing the teasing g-string cupping his balls and half-covering his cock.

“Did you wear this last night?” she huskily murmured, her voice having gone all strange on her. She was so excited and enticed she could barely form the words, let alone think coherently.

“What?” he muttered, obviously trying to keep a hold of his lusts. “The thong? Sure. Couldn’t really get away with boxers underneath practically see-through pants. Why?”

His flip question made her blood thrum louder. The thought that this itsy scrap of material had been the only thing cupping his immense cock last night was enough to make her feel faint. All this warm, silky skin and flesh had been so close to her. In that instant, she truly understood what men saw in skimpy, see-through lace bra and panty sets.

The thought that a tiny scrap of silk, barely big enough to cover his flaccid cock and balls, was nowhere near enough material to even half-cover his hugely erect cock, made her throat dry out and her heartbeat accelerate.

Reverently, she pulled the tiny male thong down his legs to tangle in the breeches.

With no preliminaries, she bent down to run her tongue along the warm, prickly skin. She was surprised to see the veins bulging. Her life-like vibrator had ridges but she thought they were there for show. She hadn’t really thought about how veins carrying all the blood for this fantastic erection would show under the skin of one’s cock.

It was so interesting she wished for a moment she had studied anatomy.

As she ran her tongue over and over the warm, smooth skin and traced the lumpy-but-still-soft veins, she was so immersed in her own discovery, she barely registered Edward drawing a deep, shuddering breath.

When this finally penetrated her lust-clogged mind, she noticed him clenching his fists beside his hips. She had read about this in her erotica books and sex manuals. Wasn’t there something about men using their hands to direct women’s heads when they were getting close to coming?

Shrugging away her questions, she continued exploring this amazing object that had so many names. Love lance, sword, shaft, penis, cock…the list went on and on in her mind as she traced the warm, silky skin.

It was so soft she felt immense curiosity and surprise.

Men didn’t moisturize down here, so how does the skin stay so soft and delicate? Must be one of those life’s ironies, like women who had them, not being overly fond of large breasts. Yet men across the board and world were entranced by them.

But finally, Christiana understood the term “manhood”. Here was an object beautiful and wild, yet so essentially male, women from every walk and station in life were ensnared by it.

“Manhood” might be an old-fashioned term, and practically obsolete in everything except some literature, but it truly captured the manliness ans sexiness of an erect cock to her.

She was surprised by her reaction. Christiana decided she could quite easily and happily spend hours tonguing this enticing piece of flesh, this
manhood,
and still have questions and be curious.

The texture of his cock is strange
, she thought. It was just like she had read about in her romance books, in her sex manuals—numerous places. His cock was hard but the skin surrounding it was soft. The fine hairs around his balls made a prickly, delicate sensation, scratchy but not abrasive. It was strange and exciting and all new to her.

Enjoying her discovery of his cock, she opened her mouth fully to enclose the red head of it. She was surprised to feel its heat, the blood really
did
make it hot.

Subconsciously she also heard him moan and smiled as he thrust his hips carefully toward her. Enjoying his reaction, knowing deep in her soul she was bringing him pleasure, she started getting excited and bolder with her explorations. She twirled her tongue around the soft head of his cock.

So many different textures! Her fingers played with the soft skin around the length of his cock, and with the lightly furred balls, feeling the weight of his testicles rolling inside their sac. On top of all that, the very tip of his cock peeked out, letting her tongue taste the interesting saltiness, run around the smooth tip of his cock. It was fascinating and so erotic she had to remind herself to breathe.

After exploring the tip of him, she began running her tongue down his impressive length. As she began to get into a rhythm, she moved her head further and further down his shaft. She relaxed her throat muscles and sucked on him, like she would a lollipop.

Edward groaned even louder and grabbed the back of her head firmly. She smiled around the huge mouthful she held. She had never truly considered what it would be like to drive Edward mad with pleasure.

Oh, she had thought about the many varied ways she could pleasure him, how she would love to try a million different fantasies out with him, yet she had never thought past
what
she would do to him. She had never really thought through
how
he would react.

In some ways she was glad she had never thought so far ahead. His uninhibited response was spurring her on as well as turning her on.

She resisted the impulse to touch herself.

Sucking harder on his cock, she bobbed her head and quickened the pace. Edward tightened his hands in her hair. Christiana closed her eyes and breathed deeply.

The unique yet never forgotten scent of Edward filled her, along with the familiar scent of the forest and trees. Christiana found herself shuddering. It was hard to tell whether this was yet another of her fantasies or if she was finally living her dream of sucking Edward off.

Even with her eyes shut she couldn’t be fantasizing the groans coming from Edward’s mouth, or the heated thrusts of his thick cock down her throat. It was too intense, too exciting to be a mere fantasy. This was the real thing.

Deciding she had wallowed in her discoveries enough, she decided it was time to show Edward that for a
virgin
she was well read as well as fairly proficient. She sucked hard on the length of his cock, using her tongue to tickle the underside of his head, then started bobbing her head up and down, relaxing her muscles to let the stem go as far back as she could.

As she grew more used to the feelings, both her own sexual responses and the feeling of the first-ever long, hard,
real
cock sliding inside her mouth, she pumped faster and faster. She fisted the few inches she simply couldn’t fit down her throat, hoping to give Edward not only the time of his life, but also such an intense blowjob it would literally blow his mind.

It almost surprised her how easy it was. Within a minute of her working him furiously, he moaned and fisted her curls and pulled her even further down his shaft.

“Christi…I’m…oh!
Hell
that’s good!”

With that cry, she felt his cock tremble in her mouth. It was the strangest feeling, almost as if he had a separate mind. She could almost feel his shaft quiver and ready itself, and then begin to spurt his seed down her throat. For a moment of madness, she felt as if his cock had a life of its own, as if it were sentient. Then her mouth was flooded with the taste of his salty seed and she was swallowing his essence deep inside her.

The musky, universal scent of sex was in the air between them, the tang that only release can bring. She continued sucking his quickly-deflating cock for a few seconds, determined to wring every last drop of cum from him. As his cock became flaccid, she sat up, licking her lips and tasting his essence on herself.

It was a strange taste, but certainly not a bad one. She grinned. For her first blowjob, she thought she’d done rather well.

She looked at her prone Edward. She felt incredibly happy. An intense, incredibly feminine pride welled deep inside her chest. She felt happy and light and like a million dollars.

“That was a fantastic appetizer,” she stated clearly, despite all the giddy sensations building inside herself. “What’s for the main course?”

Chapter Eleven

Edward looked at the woman he had grown up with. In the blink of an eye he saw a dozen snapshots of them growing up. Her first change, with the joy and self-discovery that had brought her. Her first hunt, where he had followed her to make sure she was safe.

Her first game of field hockey, where she had been tripped up by an opponent and cut her knee. He had rushed to her side, in the middle of the playing field, to hold her and soothe her tears. When he had offered to carry her from the field she had scorned him, retribution shining clearly in her ten-year-old eyes.

The girl who had knocked her over suffered a similarly cut knee and a black eye. It had taken weeks to explain to Christiana one can’t literally deliver an eye for an eye on a sport playing field.

Other memories flashed through his head and he knew he would add this one to the store he held deep in his heart.

His heart?
his brain echoed. With a blinding flash of pain and worry, he realized they really were destined to be together, that they were True Mates. He carried her scent with him wherever he went, she was never far from his thoughts.

He would help her with anything she asked, whether it be to rob a bank or, more likely with his Christiana, to play poker against God and win.