Chapter 13: (For Mature Eyes Only)

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He sat there still staring into my face. His face mixed with emotions as I realize my joke may not really be funny. He is a human being with feelings. Feelings for me even though they may be mostly lust he feels but regardless he has feelings and I am just teasing him. Before I could abort my plan, he grabs the back of my neck molding our lips together. It shocked me that he would do this. His tongue licks my lip before moving its way into my mouth. My tongue wraps with his as I scratch his skin under his shirt. I can feel my body absorbing his energy. One of his hands holds my neck while the other tangles in my hair. He jerks my head upward lightly biting my neck leaving his mark on my skin.
"Stiles," I moan.
He stops bringing my head down so we are staring eye to eye.
"This is real, right," he asks.
At first it was but something in his lust glazed eyes tell me I have entered into a territory that I can't back away from.
"Stiles-."
"I don't care, I just want to do this. With you," he mumbles against my neck.
The option to abort my plan is over as his hand trails up and cups one of my breasts. He fondles it as his lips move downwards to my collarbone. Any self-control I had is starting to spill away as I slowly grind on his lap.
He is definitely more confident, two weeks ago he could barely look me in the eye. Everyone had changed I guess, even me.
"Stiles," I lightly moan as I feel his hot mouth on my nipple through my shirt.
He licks the bud before sucking it. My fingers tighten in his chestnut locks bringing him closer to my chest. One of his hands massages my other breast and the other reaches down for my pants.
He can't be a virgin. The Stiles Stilinski can't be virgin if he knows what he is doing.
Just before he could unzip my jeans I yank his head up, deep throating my tongue in his mouth. The thought of kissing him before would have been unthinkable but now, I can't get enough of it.
I can't get enough of his touch, his taste, his weird but comforting smell, the feel of his full hair, the feel of the softness of his mole covered skin. Everything about him is sending my senses on fire, my grip on my sanity has fallen and it won't come back.
My eyes sharpen as I dislodge myself from his mouth matching the sound of his panting with mine. My body purrs in excitement and desire as I stare into his eyes.
"Take me, Stiles," I whisper into his lips.
Taking my words into action he hooks my legs around his hips before getting up. The kid looked like he could barely pick up a dumbbell much less pick me up. But he did, his legs move out the kitchen and up the stairs without tripping as he drops me on my bed.
Before he could join me, I grab him by the shirt pulling him and me on top of him. His heart is pounding at an accelerating rate as I rip his shirt off of him tossing it God knows where. As I remembered from before he is lanky but lean at the same time. This time it is the real Stiles and I will make sure he enjoys every second of it. I kiss his chest where his heart is then little ones down to his nipple. I flick it with the tip of my tongue causing him to tense up. A groan comes from his lips as I give his other nipple the same pleasure. His hands roams over my curves, caressing my skin lightly.
I start to pull off my shirt and shorts leaving me naked in front him. He scoots closer to my headboard as I crawl seductively towards him. My hips sway side to side as I maintain eye contact with him. My eyes don't seem to scare him shockingly.
"Are you ready," I ask as I move my hands to his jean covered ankles, slowly moving them up.
"Yes," he nods huskily.
I can feel his blood rushing as my hands move up his thighs. His heart moves rapidly as my hands reach the top of his jeans, ready to unbutton them. I want to ease my way into this but I don't want to waste time on trying to be sensual, I want him. Now. Quickly I unlock the button and pull his pants and boxers down.
His buried treasure springs to the air as his jeans are moved down off his legs and on to my floor. The angry pink mushroom head glisten with a drop of his cum. I could tell he was packing more than his jeans could tell but looking at the thick rod warms me with pride. He is definitely in for a treat.
"You don't have-," he stutters.
"I want to," I interrupt him looking up into his eyes. "I want to pleasure you until your cum fills me up."
His cheeks turn a hot pink by my dirty choice of words but he doesn't object to it.
I wrap my fingers around his cock; it jumps a little from my touch. He hisses in my ears as I lick the top of it, tasting his salty cum drop. His cum is intoxicating against my tongue, I can't wait till he fills me up with it.
"Raquel."
Hearing my name in his mouth like this motivates me even more. I lick it up and down before putting it in my mouth slowly taking him inch by inch. His hand finds my hair holding my hair into his fist. I relax my jaw as I try to take him all in. A groan reaches my ear as his hand tightens in my locks. I let him get used to the warmth and wetness of my mouth before I bob his dick up and down.
The sound of his hissing and my sucking fill the room and the smell of my juices ripen in my nose. As much as I want his cum on my body and mouth I'm going to have put my needs first. I slip my lips off his dick with a loud pop.
He lets go of my hair as I crawl back up his body kissing and sucking his flesh all the way up to his neck. I lightly nibble on it before sucking it letting my mark on him. After teasing him I slowly shift myself on to him taking him in slowly.
A loud moan escapes my lips as a loud groan from him rings in my head. His energy fills me up, every scratch every bruise on my body clears up. He places his head in the corner of my neck as his hands hold my hips. As we get used to each other he picks me up before slamming me down again. His cock brushes against my g-spot, the moans I try to keep silent comes out loudly. My nails find his back, penetrating his skin as our hips meet each in a deep and fast rate. One of my hands grabs on to his hair forcing his head up my lips moves in sync with his. He hand trails up to my breast roughly cupping it.
Just a few weeks ago an evil fox demon took his appearance and forced him inside me. The image of his soulless dark eyes penetrating in mine as he roughly thrusted in me burned in my brain every time I closed my eyes. Now it is a distant memory, the new memories I have with the real Stiles fills the void.
I can feel him getting close to his peak as I speed up the pace. I am close as well.
"I'm going to cum," I pant.
"Cum for me," he says reaching between us.
His fingers rub my clit sending me over the edge. I let out a loud moan as he comes undone with me, his cum mixes with mine.
A few minutes go by as we ride out of our sexual high before I dislodge myself from him. I feel energized as my body comes whole again; a shimmering glow covers my skin. Casting a look at a tired Stiles I give him a satisfied smile.
"If you aren't too tired you can join me in the shower," I cock my head to the side with my hands on my naked hips.
He grunts a reply, I lean over giving him a small kiss before turning away to go to my shower. A hand lightly grasps my wrist causing me to stop.
"How do you feel about going to Mexico?"