Chapter Eight-Bound
I think I might have inhaled you
I can feel you behind my eyes
You've gotten into my bloodstream
I can feel you flowing in me.
"Bloodstream" by Stateless
The overwhelming warmth is what woke me at first. My apartment usually ran on the cold side but I was suffocating almost, in the heat. I moved slightly and my head hit solid muscle. I froze, realizing the man in my bed could only be one person. Which meant that the amazingly erotic dream I had was not a dream. It was now fact. He was curved around my body, almost wrapped around me like a vine and I had been using his arm as a pillow. I managed to worm my way out of his arms and swung my feet to the ground.
I padded naked into my bathroom and turned on the shower before stopping to use the toilet. The pain made me start slightly and I noticed the faint traces of blood on my inner thighs. Yes, last night happened. I lost my virginity to the man whore of La Push. And I finally understood what all the fuss was about. Sex was amazing. I stepped under the hot spray of the shower and closed the shower door. I was startled momentarily when the door popped open and Paul stepped in.
"I thought for a second you left me," he said.
"It's my apartment," I pointed out. He smirked.
"I figured that part out and then I heard the shower turn on," he said. He pulled me firmly into his arms and kissed me, slow and lingering, his hands lifting into my wet hair.
"Good morning to you too," I quipped when our lips parted. I winced slightly when I moved and the hot water found my tender flesh. Paul moved us slightly so he was now standing under the brunt of the spray. One hand cupped the apex of my thighs tenderly.
"Are you okay?" He asked. I flushed and nodded.
"Just a little sore," I said. "It'll pass." He frowned.
"You never told me that you were a virgin," he said seriously.
"You never asked," I said. "You assumed." He had the decency to look ashamed.
"I saw some things when Jake was phased awhile back," he said hesitantly. I shrugged.
"Nothing ever happened beyond kissing," I said.
"I see now everything wasn't anatomically correct," he teased. "Like that mole just there." He swiped a finger over the crease of my lower lips. I smacked his hand away.
"I'm trying to take a shower," I said pushing him gently aside to stand under the spray again. He leaned into the tile wall of the shower.
"I'll just enjoy the view then," he said impishly. I rolled my eyes. "You look like a playboy centerfold right now," he teased. I snorted and soaped up my hair.
"I'll get right on that," I said sarcastically. He sighed as I rinsed my hair.
"You just don't see yourself clearly do you?" He asked. I shrugged.
"I guess I don't really think about it," I lied. "Stop staring at me you perv." He stepped under the spray with me and slid both hands down to my ass. He dropped his head and took my earlobe between his teeth. My body responded instantly, warming underneath his hands. I was practically purring like a damn cat.
"If you weren't sore right now I would lift those ridiculously sexy legs of yours around my waist and take you right here," he said directly into my ear. Heat flashed through me at his words. Desire pooled at my core, waiting, wanting, needing. He slipped one finger down and gently stroked my clit. I shivered.
"Paul," I said. "The water is getting cold." Without looking up he switched the tap off and returned that hand to my ass.
"You think too much," he said affectionately. His voice returned to the low, sultry, velvety tones that practically oozed sex. "You like it when I talk to you though, don't you?" As if in response my core pulsed and he smiled into my neck. His fingers moved slickly now, coated with my arousal, and fire coursed through my veins. He released me suddenly and I leaned heavily into the wall as he knelt before me. My hands fell to his head as he pressed hot, open mouthed kisses to my thighs before his fingers tenderly parted my lower lips.
"Please," I murmured incoherently while he simply stared. His gaze lifted to mine and his eyes sparkled with mischief.
"Please what?" He asked impishly. I blushed, which was ridiculous because his tongue was about an inch away from nirvana. My pride screamed not to give in but my hormones won the screaming match.
"Lick me," I said quickly, the blush still staining my cheeks. He tutted his tongue.
"You'll have to be more clear," he teased and licked my upper thigh. My fingers tightened in his hair as he tongue came impossibly close to where I needed it to be. Fucking pride be damned.
"Lick my pussy you asshole," I snapped. His breath touched my clit and I shivered. Fucking hormones.
"Such language," he teased. I opened my mouth to protest but his tongue laved my clit at that exact moment. He had been easy on me, I realized suddenly, the night before. His mouth was insatiable this morning. He used his tongue and teeth and lips to devour me. My orgasm made my head fall back into the tile with a loud thud. The only noise after that was the heavy sound of my breathing and the quiet lapping of Paul's tongue.
"God damn you're good at that," I managed to say after a few minutes passed. The cold air made me shiver. His eyes locked with mine as he continued to move his lips and tongue over my now overly sensitive flesh. I pushed his head away gently. He licked his lips before standing. This time I was prepared for my own taste as he lowered his lips. His erection was hot and hard pressed between us. I dropped my hand to it and closed my fist experimentally around it. Where I was quiet and shy, Paul was no such thing and had no reservations about telling me what he liked.
"Yeah like that…you can go harder…god yes…a little faster," he moaned. I followed his instructions the best I could. His guttural groan followed by a hot stream of sperm hitting my stomach was my reward. His body quaked slightly and his eyes were squeezed shut. I turned the water back on, thankful it was hot again. He opened his eyes lazily and helped wash me off before stepping under the stream of water to wash himself.
"I can grab an extra towel," I said when we stepped out of the shower. He waved me away.
"I'll be dry before you can get it. One of the perks of being a wolf," he said. He wrapped me in the oversized towel and rubbed briskly. "I should have waited until we crawled into bed again," he said when I shivered a little.
"It was perfect," I said. And meant it.