I woke up next to Easton fully clothed and full of lust. I knew the feel of the warmth on my skin. I felt like I had been dunked in a steaming bath after a long day. My limbs were limp at my sides, weak and useless while my skin sung . A light sheen of sweat coated my forehead as I kicked off the heavy quilt.

The movement only made things worse, turning my attention to my highly sensitive core that thrummed at the friction from my panties and borrowed sweatpants. I couldn't have stopped the strangled mew that left my lips if I had wanted to.

"Please don't," Easton whispered from beside me, his voice raspy and heavy in silence.

My legs squeezed together at the sound.

"Are you okay?" I managed, feeling my hands curl around the sheets under me. 

"Yes, but I am an idiot," he replied, still sounding choked.

"Why?"

"When I woke up, I could feel it. And I saw you and..." He let out a hiss between clenched teeth. "I thought it would be easier if I closed my eyes, had a little less temptation that way. But I have a very, very active imagination all of the sudden. Now, I'm scared that if I even move, I'll lose it."

My lips moved before I could stop them. "Would that be so bad?" Because the thought of Easton over top of me, panting with every thrust was far from bad.

"Fuck, lass," Easton moaned and I imagined him laying beside me, his head tipped up towards the ceiling, eyes jammed shut. I didn't dare look over, but the thought was enough to make my heart race. 

"I want you, Easton," I pressed, completely unbothered that I had been the one to deny him last night. 

"It's just the heat talking. I don't want this to be impulsive, we can get through this. We did it once before. I don't want you to regret this and I would feel awful if we became bonded too soon."

The bond, shit. I had almost forgotten about the consequences of listening to the heat between my legs. I would be signing Easton up for a world of agony if anything happened to me and, at this point, I wasn't able to promise that we would have a happy little life together. 

But I couldn't ignore what my body was demanding of me either.

"Maybe we can work around it," I offered, my mind only functioning enough to give me one other option.

"What are you suggesting?"

"How about I show you instead?"

"Yes, please God," he breathed.

I finally allowed myself to sit up and peer at my mate. His eyes were open as well, watching my every move as his chest heaved. I didn't miss the way he was squirming ever so slightly on the sheets, like he couldn't bear being still. And I certainly wasn't oblivious to the bulge against his shorts.

With a slow breath, I moved onto my knees and brought my fingers to the hem of his tee shirt. I promised myself that I would go as slowly as I could manage. I didn't want to hurt him by binding myself to him, but I wanted him to feel loved and respected all the same. But, when my fingers scraped against the warm skin on his navel, lifting the bottom of his shirt, he groaned and his hips bucked upwards.

I immediately snatched my hands away, my mind spinning with unholy thoughts. I wanted to do anything and everything that would make him moan like that again. But I couldn't.

"Take your shirt off and your shorts," I ordered, clasping and unclasping my hands in my lap.

Easton followed my instructions without hesitation. A quick lift of the shoulders and a buck of the hips left him completely bare with the exception of his boxer briefs. For all of the enthusiasm, the second he was so exposed, he glanced at me with bright red cheeks and ears, then threw a desperate glance at his clothes that were now strewn about. 

But I was too enamored to care about his insecurity. 

"You're perfect," I whispered. 

My fingers brushed against the underside of his jaw, feeling the roughness of his morning stubble. I trailed my fingers down the side of his neck, watching his shiver as I went. My palms roamed the lean plains of his chest, marveling at the way he responded, his skin covered in goosebumps. I followed the trail of soft hair down his navel, finding the waistband of his briefs.

"Christ, Kaia," Easton muttered, his head dipped back, pressing into the mattress as his hips lifted. 

God, I wanted to give him everything in that moment. Seeing him offer himself to me like that, being so willing and eager, made me wetter than I could have imagined. My thighs quivered at the sight of his heaving chest and wide eyes.

"I know that it's not super sexy, but I want you to know that I've been tested and I'm clean," I whispered, feeling embarrassed for the first time this morning. I had always owned my past, but being here, with this sweet man who was so innocent and loving, I felt like I wasn't worthy of him.

"I've been tested too," he stated, not even missing a beat or batting an eye. "I wanted to set a good example for the kids I mentor in everything and sometimes you have to speak from experience. I'm clean too."

After that, I did my best to make it a wonderful experience for Easton. As much as my body was begging me to take my own clothes off and handle my own release, I wanted Easton to feel as adored and as handsome as I could impress upon him.

I started by kissing him, letting my body lean against his. He was letting out his little moans right away, melting every time I brushed my tongue against his or nibbled on his lower lip. He was shamelessly breathless as I kissed his neck, leaving little red marks from small bites. I told him just how much I liked every inch of him while running my nails down his chest, just to chase the slight pinch of pain away with my mouth. 

When my lips fell against his briefs, he was a withering mess. 

"Kaia, please," he begged, lifting his hips.

I didn't have it in me to tease him anymore, but when I pulled off his boxers, I had to call on all of my restraint. The only thing I wanted to was strip out of my own clothes and give us both exactly what we needed. But I couldn't, so I did the next best thing.

Once I took him in my mouth, the string of curses, moans, and groans didn't stop. It would only take one swirl of my tongue to have his fisting his own hair, one perfect stroke with just the tip of my finger to have his eyes rolling back. It seemed like everything I did was magic. Eventually, he gained the confidence to touch my head, to guide me to what he needed and he crested in a matter of seconds.

"Holy fuck," he groaned, pulling a pillow over his face. "I think I may have died, Kaia. You just killed me."

I smiled as I rose off the bed, still unbearably wet, but somehow satisfied. 

~~~Question of the Day~~~

If you had a family business what would it be?

My mother is an amazing cook and baker. We would all be so happy to work for her, running around to get her fancy creations to as many people as possible.