Page 52 of Scars of the Sun
My sweet and sour princess who let me be the first one inside of her. “Am I the first one to suck on these, Princess?” I spoke before flickering my tongue over the hard nub like it was her clit. By the way her mewls and groans turned to screams and a stringof yeses, it felt about the same. “Such a good little slut. You saved these for me, and you’re gonna keep it that way. Right?”
“Río, yeah, ye—shit,” Ramona’s words were lost again when I switched to the other nipple while pinching the slippery one. My hips were humping helplessly, trying to catch her thigh for any sort of friction while the scent of her arousal was close to driving me insane. Holy fuck, she was going to come like this. I could feel it in the hummingbird beating of her heart and the trembling of her frame.
I kept going, tasting her skin that was sweeter than any candy, and I had to pull on every ounce of strength to keep myself from busting when her release finally slammed into her and threatened to bowl me over, too. Her knees buckled at the same time her arms tightened around me, another flood of syrupy grapefruit washed over us.
But my princess wasn’t done. The opposite, actually, but that was just fine because I was so hard that it hurt.
I released her tit with a wet pop and looked up toward her. The hand I’d used to pluck and pinch snaked to her waist and undid her shorts before pushing them and her panties out of the way. I shoved a finger between her legs, immediately becoming drenched. I was careful with my claw but kept it out as I tapped softly against her clit, and I felt the pulses of the lingering orgasm. She tried to squirm, but I kept on, helping her through the overstimulation and right toward another one.
“Did you get the results I sent you this morning?” It was getting harder and harder to ignore the need to fuck her, but I also needed to hear from her that she was okay with it. I never fucked raw, but it wasn’t like there were any condoms out here for me to roll on.
And I wanted to sink into her without a barrier between us. Watch and feel my cum drip out of her and down her legs. Shit,I forced myself to exhale, even the thought of that almost made me come.
It took her a second to respond, but the desire never wavered, and her body was still helplessly clinging to mine. “Mhm.”
I’d played it safe with everyone else I’d been with, but I got tested anyway, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to resist asking how she felt about it. “You good with that? Me fucking and coming in you raw.”
My body and mind both froze in anticipation, waiting for the slightest tell that the idea made her uncomfortable, but Ramona surprised me by holding me even more tightly and undulating her hips more frantically over my finger. “Yeah, yeah, do it.”
God, I groaned, my relief was almost painful. “Get on my back,” I ordered while I was already ushering her behind me and grabbing at her thighs. She scrambled into position, and I tasted the air, sniffing and sensing the pulsing presence of the trees around us. The deep resonant groan of a sturdy, ancient maple tree guided me to the wide trunk.
“W-wait, Río what are you doing?” Ramona still sounded a little dazed, but there was a clear thread that held a bit of trepidation.
I grinned to myself since she couldn’t see my face from clinging to me like a backpack. “Been wanting to fuck you in a tree for a while. Hold on tight, spider monkey.”
This time she actually smacked my shoulder blade while tightening her legs around my waist. “This isn’t fuckingTwi—” she gasped when I jumped and started up the maple. Careful to not scrape my hard cock too much on the rough bark, I used my claws and muscles to climb us steadily toward the branches above.
My attention was divided between our ascent and making sure Ramona was secure on me. I’d been climbing trees inhuman and jaguar form pretty much all my life, but by her half-excited and half-fearful panting, I could guess that she wasn’t as acquainted with tree climbs. I couldn’t say I’d ever done it for this purpose, even though I’d fantasized about it plenty.
I felt my way along the trunk and the first branches we encountered. I wanted to be high, to feel the breeze around us, but not so high as to fill her with so much fear to spoil the moment. I sniffed and caressed a particular branch that felt good. It was wide enough for us, and when I cleared it and felt for the nearest branch above, I was satisfied to find that there was enough room above it for me to stand.
While I was confident in my abilities and for my Jaguar to keep me steady, Ramona clearly wasn’t. When my feet settled on the selected branch, I shifted her around to my front, balancing on the tree with no hands.
She was a little scared, but my princess was so good and didn’t squirm. She let me maneuver and position us until her bare back pressed against the safety the tree provided. Ramona relaxed a little at that, and I held her asscheeks and nibbled at her neck. “Look at that, Princess. Want me to fuck you so bad that you’re willing to do this for me.”
Her heart was still hammering against my chest, and I smirked into her throat, taking her flesh between my sharp teeth and leaving even more little bruises.
“Shut up. If you drop me, I’ll fucking kill you.” But the threat was a moan. She wiggled her hips a little until my dick nudged against the hot and slick haven that only she could provide.
“I won’t ever let you fall, baby. You still sure you want me bare?” My hips thrusted again, slipping against her skin, just outside of where I wanted to be more than life itself.
Ramona kissed my temple and scratched her nails against my scalp in a tender way that made me actually whimper. “Yeah, baby. Fuck me.”
If I weren’t so experienced with balancing in precarious situations, my legs might’ve actually given out at the pet name and the command. Or when I held her steady and sank home in one long, tight and wet plunge. I bottomed out, balls slapping softly against her ass, and I couldn’t keep my claws from digging into her skin. Or pulling back and slamming into her again. Harder than I ever had with her.
She clamped around me, in all ways, and a wild—feral—hunger took over. To take my mate and impale her on me while soaking up her trust and craving. I held her against the tree trunk and fucked hard and fast while she screamed. But those were for me, too, so I sealed my lips over hers in something way too harsh for a kiss. Our tongues and teeth tangled, and when she lapped at my fangs, I tried to let up so as to not hurt her. But she didn’t let me go, fucking my mouth even harder until the deep, delicious flavor of her blood flooded my tastebuds.
I drilled into her harder, swallowing all she was giving me and let her take from me too. I cut my own tongue on my teeth and let our flavors mix. Blood dripped from our joined mouths, and her juices overflowed between us.
It was coming, the burst of pleasure that I’d been seeking out since she pulled up to Tyler’s house hours ago. But something else too, some invisible string that’d gone taut in recognition since the second I sensed her that night at Vinny’s. The punishing rhythm of our fucking stuttered, grew, and our kiss just became a gasping, licking mess as we fought to breathe. My damaged vision was darkening around me, narrowing with my impending orgasm. “Come, baby. Need you to come before I do.”
Taking a cue from what I’d learned about my princess earlier, I transferred one of my hands from her ass to her right nipple between us and pinched while I fucked her so hard that I felt like I’d reach her heart.
Not five seconds later, she tightened around me and stopped breathing. I gave an approving growl at her screeching in pleasure as I gave just a few more unsteady thrusts into tight bliss. I bore our bodies into the trunk and my feet and claws into the branch, making sure I kept my promise while my mind scrambled. My cock shot out ropes and ropes of cum that filled her and rained down, dropping onto the wood beneath us.
We both groaned through it, the sweet, sweet mess that we made. “Shit.” I settled into her throat again, now that it was safe, and waited to get a handle on myself. Getting my dick wet in a tree had seemed like the perfect hint of danger and a way to satisfy both parts of me.
This was something fucking else, though. I’d half expected Ramona to refuse, but she’d truly been everything I could’ve asked for. Her showing me what it was that put that haunted note in her eyes and opening up past her anger was its own gift. And there was no giving it back. No, I showed her my Jaguar and took her into my safe place because she was never not going to be mine. Not after this.