Morana knows she's different from other people in more ways than one. Firstly, she's sixty-seven years old but stopped ageing in her twenties. Weird things have also happened around her right after she's wished for it. But most importantly, no matte...
The kiss started off sweet and tender. I had remembered and fantasized about our first kiss plenty of times since it had happened, but my imagination could not do the feeling of kissing her justice. It stopped everything else that went on in my head. All the doubt and worry and fear was locked away with iron bolts. Morana was everything in that moment.
The kiss quickly turned more heated. Our tongues met and the taste of her exploded in my mouth. One of my hands was on the small of her back while the other rested on the top of it. Both pressed her closer. She had one of her hands in my hair, gripped it and used it as leverage as she deepened the kiss.
Though I knew it all might turn to heartbreak in the future, I didn't give a damn in that moment. I wanted her. All of her. And I fully intended on giving in to my desires.
I moved my arms down and had my hands grab hold of her ass lightly. As if she could read my thoughts, she broke off the kiss and jumped ever so slightly, making it easier for me to lift her up while she wrapped her legs around my waist.
Our eyes met, and it was easy to see in hers that she thought similar things as me. That she wanted all of this and didn't care for potential consequences.
She lowered her head so that we could kiss again as I walked us to my bedroom. There, I put her down on my bed and stood back a bit to admire her.
She looked absolutely fucking adorable in that moment and incredibly sexy. The dim light from the street outside illuminated the room enough for me to see the faint blush on her cheeks. Her breathing wasn't steady and calm but had turned ragged and her eyes spoke of lust and desire. She licked her lips before biting them while her eyes traveled from my face and down my body.
I really didn't give a damn about anything else at that moment. Even if my actual mate had come through the door, I wouldn't have been able to take my eyes off Morana. I had never wanted anything or anyone as much as I wanted her, and I felt certain I never would.
As I climbed onto the bed, she moved up it to give me more space. She was half sitting when we kissed again, but the force I put into the kiss had her fall back. I took hold of her hands and held them in mine over her head as I kissed her with abandonment.
Her legs went to wrap around my waist, pulled me closer. I shifted my hold on her hands so that they were both in just one of mine. My now free hand went to feel her thigh. The skirt she wore had bundled up, so I touched her skin and I could feel her shiver underneath me.
A part of me wanted to make it sweet. Wanted to take my time and be gentle with her. But I had longed for all of this for far too long for any of that to be possible. I was hungry for her moans and to have her shake from pleasure. I wanted nothing more than to be inside of her, connected to her.
I let go of her hands and broke the kiss to pull her top off. But she acted quicker and her hands were in an instance at the top of my pants, over the button and opening them. She pulled the sipper down and moved her hand in. Placed it over my hard cock. I had my eyes closed and I let out a moan as she felt the whole length of me.
"Someone seems ready to burst," she said with a smooth giggle and my eyes snapped up.
I moved away ever so slightly to get my hand between her legs. I pushed her underwear aside and let my fingers stroke between her folds. She leaned her head back, and it was her turn to moan.
"Someone seems ready to be filled," I smirked back.
I moved my fingers around some more. Found her clit and enjoyed how she pushed herself closer to my hand. But her underwear was a nuisance and wanting them gone as quickly as possible, I ended up ripping them, breaking them to get them out of the way.
Her eyes widened at that, and for a moment, I thought she would get angry. But then I felt her push me and I followed her lead, let her move to be on top of me.
The surprises didn't end there. She quickly pulled down my pants and underwear just enough to free my cock and then, without further ado, she lowered herself onto me.
She let out a shuddering breath as I moaned low. It felt fucking amazing, better than anything had ever felt before. There was also something extremely erotic about the fact that we were both basically still completely dressed. For me, it spoke of the desperation we both felt, a desire that needed to be satiated to the point that we truly couldn't be bothered about anything else.
She moved up and down, and I did my best to let her keep the lead. But it only lasted so long until I pulled her upper body down to me. Hugged her tight while fucking her both hard and fast. Her lips were right by my ear and from them came a mixture of gasps and moans.
I could feel her body tightening. Feel her getting close to an orgasm. Her hands were in my hair again, pulling at it harder than she had done any previous time, and it urged me on to go even faster.
Then all her muscles tightened even more. She held onto me as if her life depended on it. The grip made it hard to continue the rhythm I had, but I kept going. Moving in and out of her as her orgasm ripple through her body.
Once I felt her relax, I allowed myself to cum as well.
I had never been one to be possessive or easily jealous in any previous relationship. If anything, I had generally cared little for if they stayed faithful or not. But as I held her, still inside of her, and both of us breathing hard as we came down from our orgasms, I knew I would never let her go to anyone else.
Mate or not, she was mine, and I was hers.
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