Too much excitement
Terra
I woke up feeling my body on fire, and before opening my eyes I felt the presence of my mate by my side. This was the second time I had experienced this, and how exciting I was. I opened my eyes and turned to him, slowly, afraid to wake him up. But how wrong I was, since Michael was fast asleep. His snoring and the soft rise and fall of his chest breathing calmly told me he wouldn't be waking up anytime soon either.
And raising myself on my forearms I observed him better, from head to toe, marvelling at his virile body, so his. A wolf. My desire for this man was unthinkable and incalculable. I didn't know if all this was thanks to the bond that united us or the attraction I feel towards him, since, forever, or both.
His body generated so much heat that my skin was sweaty and clammy. I remembered the shower we had this morning and the butterflies fluttering endlessly, opening my mind to more carnal desire. Michael was everything I had imagined he would be all these years and more. I have no words.
With my finger, I traced different figures on his steel chest, in love with that tan he came back with. I'll make sure to go to the beach with him next time and fulfil my fantasy.
Lowering my head to get a better look, the tug on my neck alerted me to the bite. I immediately brought my hand to where it was and traced with my fingers the texture left on me, which I will proudly display to the world. But not only that came to mind, as my toes curled remembering how he entered me for the first time. I closed my eyes reliving the moment, incredible and out of this world. My tissues burned, but I wouldn't change anything I felt. My first time with the man of my dreams.
But the movement of my mate making himself more comfortable distracted me from my thoughts, causing me to open my eyes. I looked at him and smiled. I leaned towards him and kissed his chest, which I was obsessed with. Then I got out of bed and crept my feet into the bathroom so as not to wake him up, and when I was done, I went to the kitchenette to see what we could eat. I was really, but really hungry.
I saw in one corner of the counter the untouched containers of food my new friends had brought. Now more than ever I'm glad I didn't touch the food so I could wake up my love with breakfast in bed.
And by devoting myself to the task, I managed to do something decent. There were meatballs, rice, and a white sauce, which I would use to bathe the dish. Then I heated it in the microwave and when the beep sounded, I took it out and then plated everything. I had the two plates in my hands and when I turned around, I saw Michael sitting on the bed with his legs bent and one arm resting on his elbow on his knee, watching me, with the blanket lightly covering him. That reminded me of a photo of a porn model that I saw a while ago. I swallowed.
Seeing my surprised face, he smiled, brightening my day more than his mere presence did. My hands began to sweat, and I began to bite my lip nervously. This man with one look was destroying my ability to put several words together to form a simple sentence.
I walked towards him clumsily, naked as I had woken me up. My mate held out his hand, and said, as I handed him the plate, "Thank you, it's the first time I've had breakfast in bed." I held my breath and swore to myself that from now on I'll bring him breakfast in bed every day.
And finally, after standing in front of him making a fool of myself, I slowly sat down on the bed and started eating, as my nerves were doing struggles in me. But my mate's smile deepened, making me pause, since I had to enjoy that smile, and if I eat, I was afraid I would miss some detail. Michaell threw his head back and laughed, making me blush. What was going on with me?
"Forgive me," he said out of nowhere, then continued, "I left you without a single glance back there. I won't do it again."
I put the dishes back in the sink, and slowly turned around, facing him. Already being face to face, I shook my head, and looking into his eyes I said, "I have nothing to forgive you, and if that were the case, at the moment your beast threw the hare at my feet, everything was forgotten."
Michael looked at me, and just like that he shook his head, then he hugged me, and I did the same.
When we broke the hug he stepped back and said, "We need to talk. I have so much to explain to you, and I don't know where to start." I kept thinking for a few seconds and told him, while I put my hand on his chest, "You don't have to rush. Take your time. I've waited so many years for you, that a little more won't kill me. Although sometimes I felt like I was dying." I muttered the last part.
Michael nodded again and kissed my nose, saying, "What did I do to deserve the most reasonable and patient mate in the world?" He approach me and said in my ear, "You couldn't keep up with me a few hours ago, and I had to carry you back to bed. I want to go back there with you since there are so many things I want to do with you. But I'm afraid that for most of what I have in mind that little bed won't do. I also don't want you to leave me in the middle and pass out again, Mm!" He provocatively smiled at me.
I balled my hands into fists and squeezed my legs together, trying to contain the images Michael was putting in my head because I was able to come just thinking about him inside me.
In the shower and for the first time in my life, my brain short-circuited. I was so excited, hot, and on high that my brain was trying to adjust to so many sensations, shutting down. It was a lot for me, my first time, the mark, and with the man I've idolized forever.
At that moment a wave of shyness hit me, flushing my cheeks. I couldn't see his eyes, and I looked everywhere but at him. But Michael did not pay attention to this, instead, taking me by the hand, he led me to the bed, where he put me down. Afterwards, he made me see the stars and took me to the sky several more times. Reaffirming that despite everything, he was mine.
