Finding Trust and Honesty (bxb)

Chapter 17*

*mature

"You got that right." he mused, giving me one more scratch before ending the hug.

I pouted at him, really wanting him to continue gently scratching my nape. It was a different type of pleasure, one that made you fall asleep and become a boneless puddle.

"You ready?" his eyes, although darkened with lust were soft with affection, his voice although rough and growling had a gentle warmth to it.

I hummed and kissed him, very pleased when he threaded his fingers into my hair, scratching that good spot again and tugging on my hair a little. I moaned and cupped the back of his head, pulling him closer, giving his bottom lip a cheeky nip, sucking the sting better.

He growled, other hand gliding down my spine and between my ass cheeks. I groaned as two of his fingers slipped in, curling to massage my prostate, I debated whether to keep on kissing him or to sit back on his fingers, he decided for me, a third slipping in, twisting and thrusting hard against that spot whilst his tongue delved into my mouth.

I forgot to breathe, clinging to his neck for dear life as he ravaged my mouth and plundered my ass with his fingers. I began to shake, trying to gasp for breath and he gave me a break, parting our saliva slick lips. "Breathe darlin'." he slowed down a little and I managed to suck in some deep breaths, panting and moaning softly from his skilled fingers. "There we go."

He took my lips for a kiss again, his nails gently scraping my neck, making my muscles turn to jelly. His fingers sunk even deeper with each thrust, my body opening for him entirely and he growled lowly, pulling me closer and grinding our cocks together.

"I can't wait any longer." he confessed, his fingers slipping out of me. I wanted to whine in complaint but I knew he wasn't stopping. He grabbed the lube, putting a generous amount on his hand, first adding more to my entrance before slicking himself up. He dropped the bottle, getting off of the bed and pulling me to my feet. My body gravitated to him, pressing against him, my wolf was as impatient as he was, he was ready and I was as ready as I was going to get.

He pulled me to his side and guided me towards the closed door, pushing it open, not giving me a chance for the nerves to build. It was a little similar to the arena room but there was no sand, just many skins, rugs, pillows and blankets softened the hard and cold stone. Plus the stands were set back, more like a balcony, going all the way around the circular room. Glass separated the room from the balcony and it was quiet, it appeared that this room was sound proofed, that made me feel better, knowing they wouldn't be able to hear us and I couldn't hear them, close my eyes and I'd never know they were there.

Caesar guided me to the floor, his body quickly covering mine, our bodies lining up, his lips to mine, chest to chest, hip to hip. He grabbed a nearby pillow and I lifted my hips for him so he could slip it under, angling myself up for him. He pulled back for a moment, amber eyes gazing down at me, his thumb brushing over my cheek. I couldn't get over the fondness in his eyes, the care, affection, love.

I smiled softly, arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him down so our foreheads pressed together. "Make me yours Caesar." I whispered.

With a powerful growl he thrust, my back arched, a silent scream leaving my lips as he filled me, his large member pushing and pulling me apart. It burned, it hurt, I couldn't help but squeeze down on him. His hand slipped behind my head, soothing me, allowing me to relax. I quivered and rippled around him, my tight ring so stretched around his base, the sensations were so immense and deep, my nerves singing and crying to me.

Slowly my body adjusted, my lower body thrumming with each beat of my heart. His hips rocked back a little and I gasped, moaning softly when he rocked back to the hilt. "You ready?" he murmured, nuzzling our cheeks with a quiet rumble.