Bliss
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Under the heat the moment, Lyra’s hand dove under his shirt, letting her skin touch his wonderfully sculpted mucles. He hissed, being overwhelmed by this new feeling. It wasn’t what Lyra expected to be her first time with him.

Before, her idea was filled with roses. A warm bed with white sheets, her body laying open for him to take. Instead, she was the one on top while Iggy laid on a bed of leaves and twigs, far from what she considered as comfortable.

She shivered at the thought.

It was scary, yet very needed. To hell with expectations. It was his lips on hers that mattered most.

“Moon.” He whimpered hopelessly as Lyra pushed him down on the leafy plains.

Iggy’s bare naked chest was truly a marvelous sight to behold. His pale skin was in deep contrast against the dirt and leaves her was pinned on. Lyra made no words while she ravaged his neck, nipping and sucking at his jaw, trailing soft and wet kissing down to his sternum.

Underneath her, she felt his hardness beg. The feeling brought her to flush and stop momentarily to breath as it soon become unbearable for the both of them.

“I’m scared.” He looks up. “What if I hurt you?”

The tint of his cheeks was a very telling sign. He was afraid of being too rough.

“You won’t.” She captured his lips.

Their warm bodies connect and clash with one another as Ignacios’s cautious hold became less and less. He was gradually opening up, breaking his walls down. His courage to take her on doubled by the intensity of their kisses.

Ignacios’s curious hand moved past the thin line of her underwear, surprised at how wet and shaking she was. It only affirmed the strong felling in his heart. He dared himself further all the while staring into Lyra’s eyes.

Her lips quivered when he found the right spot. His fingers caught her frozen nub. It made her moan once he started pinching her clit. She fell on to his chest in a series of sudden spasms.

His inexperience fingers was enough to give her a premature orgasm.

Maybe she wanted this more than was she previously expected?

Ignacios paused to give her some time to relax. While she buried her reddened face on his chest, she couldn’t help but feel she could have lasted longer.

“Don’t hide from me, I want to see your face.” He instructed.

Lyra was surprised at the deepness of his voice. The soft edge she usually found him in was close to nonexistent. The moment moment surely did made him farm more brazen than what he really was.

“I finished too early.” She meet the lustful gaze he wore.

The darkness he held was comfortable that it almost scared her. There was no escaping the abyss that was his eyes. To leave it was an idea she was not fond of.

“Doesn’t matter to me.” He spoke. “That only means you want this just as much as I want it. Unless you want to stop?”

She gulped noisily. “No. I want you.”

Ignacios’s heartbeat quickened, hearing the need in her voice. It made his stomach churn with excitement.

“I want to go down on you.”

Lyra became silent. His request seemed like a statement and an assured one at that. How could she possibly refuse him while he looked at her? That serious expression made her limbs melt like butter.

“Are you sure you know what to do?” She bit her lips, unsure if she should have asked him that question.

“I think I do, though I’m not an expert.” His serious facade fell into a pit of shyness.

She offered no words and instead, nodded her answer. It was a stupid decision to say no when her wolf and her emotion coaxed her to fully surrender to him.

Gently, he grasped her waist and slid her to his side. The tide had turn, Lyra was on Ignacios’s mercy. He hovered over her like a hungry hawk eager to eat its prey. Lyra breathed deeply, arching her back while her wondering eyes groped his body until it hit his penis.

It was big, girthy, and threatening.

Immediately she recoiled. She’d seen him naked before. Right after he shifted, her eyes would sometimes go to his well-endowed cock. Her mate nervously chuckled.

“Would you allow me to be crass enough and ask you if you like what you see?” He murmured.

Liking it was an understatement. She had no words to describe the sudden spark of heated desire when she took his member into view.

“Don’t tease me.”

She shuddered.

He nods.

“I’ve dreamt of this moment.” He nipped her ears. The warmth his breath gave her brought thundering shivers down through her spine and into her fingertips. “I’m not an experienced lover but I’m also not a priest. I may not know much but what if I touched you here?”

Lyra gasped with delight when his index finger grazed her wetness. His touch continued inside. His fiery touch left a feeling of longing when he withdraw his finger and put it into his mouth.

Momentarily, he pauses. The way his gaze narrowed was a catalyst of many doubts. Only when he opened his eyes wide that Lyra saw his wanting need.

From there, he lowered himself. He left a hot trail of kisses between the valleys of her ample, perky breasts. His mouth covered her right breast while he massage the other with his hand.

While Ignacios was working his way down, patiently giving attention to both of her breasts, Lyra moaned from pleasure caused by his tongue on her firmly hardened nipples. She felt his cock between her thighs. The way its soft, fleshy tip poked her fueled her.

“A-ah.” She let out a loud moan.

Ecstasy flowed through her veins when his lips wondered lower, and lower. Pass her navel until he arrived to her frozen nub.

While down there, he took every inch of her beauty. From her lustful and glistening kissed lips, to the red marks he left on her skin. Her pale, pinkish shoulders that seemed to glow redder by the second, her slender arms covering her chest, the shape of her collar bone that displayed the dips on her neck, and finally just her.

He was still in complete awe. After all that’s been said and done, this exact moment still felt like a dream. Her whole existence for him was a surreal dream that he hope he would never escape from.

“Iggy, please.” Her mellifluous voiced pleaded.

Breathing deeply, he dove his tongue to taste her sweetness. Lyra’s hand become entwined with his curly hair. Up and down, he plundered the folds of her being, leaving Lyra breathless with a series of moans.

Her bottom bucked while her back fully arched. She reached for his brawny shoulders, her nails dragging a red streaked memory on his skin. She lost herself completely to him within seconds.

Lyra’s moans became louder and louder, encouraging him to continue with a faster pace. It soon became unbearable as Lyra wanted more.

What she wanted was him.

Ignacios noticed her increasing need. There was no need for her to say it. Both of them were eager to taste each other’s passionate love.

“I need you in me.”

She held his thick length in her hand, surprised with how warm it was. With a quick and sudden pull, Ignacios reversed their position so that she was on top. He propped himself against a tree so that he was cradling her and him sitting up straight.

Slowly with care, she guided his ten inch shaft inside. It wasn’t until halfway through that she already felt full. She hissed at the euphoric pain and stopped midway, planting the palms of her hand on his chest.

“Careful,” he says. “I don’t want to hurt you, love.”

“Don’t worry, I’m fine.”

But what if she couldn’t take it? Ignacios was worried he might tear her in half. That was why he wanted her to be on top. So that he wouldn’t crush her with his weight. He watches as she lowered her body onto him and every whimper, every wince was adding more and more anxiety into his blood. His palpitating heart almost exploded.

When she managed to adjust to his size, she moved with a slow pace. Her legs wrapped around his torso while she buried her face on the crook of his neck.

A mixture of sweat and his heavy moans furthered her. Her pace quickened and so did the beating of her already rocketing heart. When she became comfortable, she leaned away and threw her head back.

“Move, please.” Her voice was lost in a sea of whimpers and moans that the two of them drowned in.

Ignacios grabbed her ass and met her with his thrusts. Each buckle of his hip caused Lyra to gasp. Even he failed to show his own restraint when she begged him to move.

“You can move faster.” She muttered.

That was the signal he was waiting for. His force proceeded to become faster but with a gentle edge to every movement he performed. They lock lips, both murmuring words and promises on a repeat. He poured every drop of his love onto her.

He lifted her body and rolled her over. Now as she laid under him, they stare at each other. Face to face, their heart beat synched. An explosion of heat consumed them like crimson fire and tar.

As he resumed his thrusts, Lyra neared the precipice of her second orgasm. She wrapped her limbs all over his body, holding him tight. She tightened around his shaft and her muscles began to convulse. She shook until she let out a cry of pure ecstasy.

Soon after, Ignacios followed and emptied his load inside of her. Lyra felt full more than before. His warm seed remained inside with his cock. The loud rhythm in his chest was a calming effect. Soothing her worries and washing out her fears.

Their sweat-covered forehead meet as they rest and recover their breath. In that moment, the bliss persisted to cover them.

Ignacios closed his eyes and nuzzled her nose with his.

“I love you, Lyra.”

“I love you too, Iggy.”

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This is probably my third attempt on writing a bed scene, and even rereading it now, I still feel there's something missing.

The downside of being fairly innocent is that you don't know how to word a situation if you haven't experienced it yet. 🤦

Thank you for reading!