"Paul? Are you okay? I didn't accidentally kick you, did I? I'm so sorry!" Marsaili asked.
"Ah, no. No, you didn't kick me. It's good. I'm just gonna go. Make yourself at home." Paul said, turning quickly and walking out.
He nearly ran to his room and shut the door, nearly ripping his pants off. He'd never been this hard before and his pants were cutting off his blood supply. He pulled his shirt off and flopped on his bed, rolling over to his back. This was something he hadn't done since he was 12. He slowly stroked himself, imagining it was Marsaili touching him. When she had bit him, she had no way of knowing that was one of the many kinks that got him rock hard and able to pound concrete into dust. Her being his Imprint only made him that much harder. He rubbed the pre cum over the head and squeezed as he dragged up. He stifled his groans and growls of pleasure. If he hadn't met Marsaili, he'd be in downtown Port Angeles by now, in the club that catered to specific kinks like his. He would find a willing submissive and take her to one of the rooms and let his wolf in on being a Dominant. He imagined himself taking Marsaili there, watching how hot she would get seeing everything. He would be able to smell how wet she would get. He would take her to one of the rooms and tie her to the bed. He'd give her such sweet torture. His hand sped up it's stroking, moving down to cup himself. He imagined that Marsaili, so ratcheted up on her own impending orgasm, would beg him to fuck her face. Paul bit into his arm to stifle the moan that the thought conjured up. Paul rolled over, bracing himself on his elbows as he started thrusting into his hand, jacking on his back wasn't going to cut it anymore. He closed his eyes as he pictured pulling out of Marsaili's mouth and licking down her body, getting to the prize between her thighs. His mouth watered as he pictured what his Marsaili would taste of.
Strawberries.
Marsaili would taste like the sweetest, most ripe strawberries. Ideally, it would be mixed with his own as he would mark her inside and out. Paul could feel his orgasm starting to tighten in his balls and he thrust harder, quicker into his hand. He shut his eyes tightly, picturing Marsaili beneath him as he thrust balls deep inside her. How tight she would be, squeezing him like a vice, milking him of every drop, begging him to fill her. Paul bowed off his bed, his orgasm hitting him with the force of a Mack truck. He barely managed to stifle his growl of pleasure with a pillow. He rode his orgasm out until his arms gave in and he fell flat on his bed.
At least he wasn't in the wet spot. That was his last thought as sleep claimed him.
Marsaili tossed and turned in the unfamiliar bed, trying to get warm. The house was freezing cold and the hooded sweatshirt wasn't helping much. She decided to get up and go ask Paul if they had a small heater she could use. She knocked on the door, but no answer came. She walked quietly into his room, going over to his bed, seeing him shirtless and sprawled out under the sheet.
"Paul?" she whispered.
Paul groaned but didn't wake up.
"Paul, do you have a heater? I'm freezing." Marsaili asked.
Paul sat up and moved the sheet back. "I'm the heater." Paul mumbled.
Marsaili's eyes went wide when she saw he was completely nude. She felt herself getting wet as she stared him. Paul sniffed the air and his eyes popped open as he looked and saw Marsaili's eyes glued to his body.
"I can put some shorts on. We don't have a heater. But I have a body temperature of 108 degrees. You can climb in." Paul said.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare, it's just, Jesus Christ you're huge and...I'm sorry." Marsaili said, averting her eyes and handing him a pair of shorts.
Paul slipped them on and Marsaili climbed into bed, curling up against Paul.
"You really are a heater." Marsaili said.
"So you're saying I'm hot?" Paul asked, grinning.
"Yes, that's what I'm saying." Marsaili said, giggling. "Paul?"
"Yeah?" Paul replied.
"What am I lying in? It's wet and cold." Marsaili asked, sitting up.
"I forgot about that. Yeah, you're in the wet spot, sorry." Paul said. "I'll change the sheets."
"That's your cum?" Marsaili asked. "The spot is huge! This sweatshirt is soaked! You came so much, Jesus."
Paul smirked, watching Marsaili sit up and pull the sweatshirt off. She was left in a tank top and leggings. Paul pulled the sheets off the bed and tossed them into the laundry room. Marsaili was shivering as Paul put fresh, clean sheets on his bed. He climbed in and opened his arms.
"No wet spot, I promise." Paul said.
Marsaili laughed and slid into bed, into his arms. He wrapped his arms around her and she sighed happily.
"I could get use to this heat." Marsaili said.
"Now I just need to stick my cold feet on your back and put my cold hands between your thighs and make you jump up to the ceiling." she laughed.
Paul smiled and reached down, pulling her feet up and holding them to his chest, feeling that was truly cold and feeling bad for not even realizing she wouldn't stay warm like he did.
"Oh, sweet Jesus Mother Mary and Joseph." Marsaili sighed. "You are so warm. How are you not pushing my cold feet off of you?"
"I stay this hot all the time. To me, your feet just feel a little cool. We go cliff diving in the winter." Paul said.
"I love the ocean, but I could never jump in. They tried teaching is to swim when I was little, the house mothers did, and forbade me from getting near water because I couldn't swim. I nearly drowned 3 times." Marsaili laughed.
"I'd never let you drown." Paul whispered.
Marsaili smiled and scooted closer to Paul, moving her cold hands under his chin, seeing if he would react.
"My, uh...my neck is really sensitive. If I let myself think about your hands on my neck, I'll get so hard." Paul admitted.
Marsaili inhaled sharply but felt emboldened at that moment. She dragged her nails over his neck, to his back, before gently ghosting them back. Paul shivered, his eyes rolling back slightly in pleasure. She could feel his heart picking up speed beneath her feet.
"Marsaili." Paul whispered her name like a prayer.
"Do you want me to stop?" Marsaili asked.
"No, no, no, never, never stop." Paul said. "Just...don't look down unless you want to see how you're affecting me."
Marsaili scored his neck with her nails, hearing him hiss and groan. She looked down and saw his erection straining hard against his shorts, pre cum making a huge wet spot. She slid her feet back down the bed and moved closer to him, Paul tilting his head, giving her complete access and complete control over the sweet torture. Marsaili felt nothing but confidence as she leaned in to his neck, pressing soft kisses against the skin. Paul groaned softly, gripping her hips but not to grind against her. She realized he wouldn't do anything unless she gave him explicit permission. She paused over the junction between his neck and shoulder and bit down gently, dragging her teeth. Paul's hand flew to his crotch and she saw him squeezing himself through his shorts.
"Can...can I watch you pleasure yourself?" Marsaili asked shyly.
Paul's eyes flew open and he ripped the shorts from his body. Marsaili gaped softly, seeing how much larger and thicker he was. The length reached several inches past his navel and had to be as thick as her wrist. His large hand started at the base and pulled up, making his thighs shake slightly with pleasure. Marsaili turned and saw him looking at her adoringly. She bent her head and kissed his lips sweetly. Paul gently cupped her face, his tongue begging permission to taste her kiss. Marsaili smiled into the kiss and opened her lips, pulling Paul to follow her as she laid on her back. He braced himself above her so his lips were the only things touching her.
"Paul?" Marsaili asked, breathless.
"Do you want me to stop?" Paul asked, breathless.
"No. Jesus no. I..I uh…" Marsaili said, biting her lip.
"Tell me, baby. Tell me what you want. Anything, and it's yours." Paul said.
He saw Marsaili squeeze her thighs together and smelled how turned on she was by his body.
"What do you all call it? Dry humping? Wet humping? Whatever it is, that's what I want…" she whispered, leaning up and kissing his neck.
Paul growled deep in his chest, lowering his body until he was positioned between her opened, still clothed, thighs. He thrust his hips against her core, able to feel how wet he had made her. She moaned- the sweetest sound as he moved his hips-Marsaili gasping and moaning. Paul kissed her deeply, swallowing her sounds of pleasure. He grinded harder against Marsaili, feeling her legs locking around his, pushing her hips up and against his.
"Paul!" Marsaili moaned.
"Cum for me, baby girl." Paul commanded. "Soak me!"
Marsaili arched hard against Paul, letting her orgasm rock her entire being. He kissed her, muffling most of her screams. She drug her down his back, making it difficult for him to hold his own orgasm back. Nearly 30 seconds passed before Marsaili sank back down to the bed, her legs so shaking slightly.
"You didn't get off?" Marsaili asked, still seeing his leaking erection positioned between her thighs.
"Didn't want to ruin your pants." Paul groaned.
Marsaili giggled and pulled up her tank top, exposing her stomach and breasts to Paul's eyes. He pressed kisses to the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen.
"You can cum on me." Marsaili whispered.
Paul dropped down to kiss Marsaili as he moved his hand between them, jacking off. Marsaili smiled and pulled him down further, kissing and biting down on his neck. He groaned loudly and Marsaili felt him shaking. Marsaili scratched her nails down his lower back down to his ass and squeezing.
"Will you cum on me, Paul? I want it so badly." Marsaili whispered in his ear.
Paul felt another orgasm slam into him at her words and he came, shooting rope after rope of hot cum all over her stomach and chest, unable to control himself.
"That's it, baby, you gonna give me every drop?" Marsaili whispered before biting and sucking on his neck.
She felt Paul shudder and groan as he came even more. He nearly collapsed on top of Marsaili. She giggled as he fell to her left side. He sat up and looked over at her, giving Marsaili the laziest, sexiest smile she'd ever seen. He walked naked, completely confident, to the bathroom, bringing back a damp towel and a dry towel. He gently wiped all his cum off of Marsaili's tummy and boobs before drying her off.
"Can I borrow one of your shirts? My...my leggings are damp." she said shyly. "And so is my tank top."
Paul grinned proudly. "You never need be embarrassed or shy around me, Marsaili. And anything I have, it's automatically yours. My clothes, food, possessions...my heart." Paul said.
He walked to his closet, pulling out his softest and warmest shirt and handed it to Marsaili, turning his back to give her privacy. He dug around for a soft pair of shorts, turning around when he heard her shifting around. Paul climbed over Marsaili, pulling her to him, waking an arm around her. Marsaili snuggled into his heat and was asleep within minutes. Paul smiled and closed his eyes, pulling his Imprint closer and falling asleep.
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A/N: You all better thank the two lone reviewers because, without them, there'd be no new chapter updated! I want all of you to review and tall me how hot this chapter is! Do it! You better review if you want an update!
