Chapter14: Sleeping With Alpha Mark

*Rose* “Are you ready?” Mark had asked if I was ready for this, if I am ready to give him my virginity, and I assured him I am, even though I am so nervous, I don’t even think I can speak. He unbuttons his suit pants and pushes them down, stepping out of them, leaving him only in his black boxer briefs. The bulge in his pants has me gasping. I’m not sure how I’m going to fit all of that in here…. I guess we will figure it out. His mouth is back on mine as he carefully guides me to the bed, lying me down and then climbing on top of me. The blanket is turned down at the corner, but we are not beneath it, and I am worried about him seeing my naked body. He trails his hand along my side and softly caresses my skin as he continues to kiss me deeper and deeper. The taste of mint fills my mouth, and the more his hands roam over me, the more intoxicated I become. He is positioned next to me so that the top of his body is leaning over mine. His left hand finds my breast through my bra, and with his thumb, he rubs my most sensitive spot. I feel myself harden beneath his touch and let out a soft moan. He lifts his head and looks into my eyes. “Does that feel good?” he asks me. I feel my cheeks tinge with pink, but I decide I need to be honest and nod. He smiles at me, as if I have just given him a reward for a job well done, and presses harder. I wonder if he will remove my bra, but so far, he isn’t doing that. Part of me wishes he would. His mouth slides down to my neck, and his teeth nip my earlobe. His hand slides down my side to my hip, and then he places it between my legs on the outside of my panties. I bite down on my bottom lip. His fingers are stroking me through the silky fabric, and it feels really good, but it makes me nervous. No one has ever touched me there before. I’m so wet, my body so ready for his, but what if he finds it funny that I’m responding this way? “Goddess, Rose,” Mark murmurs, “your body is so gorgeous, and you feel so good.” I don’t know what to say, so I raise my hand to the back of his head and run my fingers through his hair, and he kisses me some more, each kiss measured and sweet, as if he is savoring the taste of me. His fingers slip beneath the fabric of my panties, and he is touching me now. My breath catches in my throat at the feel of the contact in my most sensitive area. “Are you all right?” he whispers. “Yes,” I murmur, and then his fingers are exploring my folds, and I feel my body moving in response, grinding against him. When his finger first enters me, he is slow and gentle, and I moan again, my hips moving of their own accord. “If I hurt you, let me know,” he says, his warm breath fanning against my neck. “Kay,” I manage, but that’s all I can get out because now he has two fingers inside of me, and he is thrusting his hand more quickly, stretching me slightly with each pass. “Can I take your panties off?” he asks. “Uhm-hmm,” I tell him, longing for him to do just that. Mark takes his fingers out of me and quickly strips off my panties. When his fingers reenter me, I welcome him. Without any restrictions, he can explore me even more deeply. “You’re so wet,” he whispers. “You feel so good, and you smell like cantaloupe, my favorite.” He smiles at me, and I feel a tingle of electricity all through my body. My arms are wrapped around him, my fingers trailing up and down the muscle of his back, my eyes closed as I concentrate on how good he is making me feel. I find myself spreading my legs wider and wider, wanting more and more of him inside of me. Mark pulls his mouth away from me, though his hand is still exploring me, driving me mad. “It’s gonna hurt a little at first,” he says, and as I look into his eyes, I can see concern. “I’m sorry about that. I don’t want to be the one to hurt you. But after that… I promise, I’ll make it feel good. Okay, Rose?” “Yes, Alpha Mark,” I say, my voice raspy with want. He chuckles, his grin slightly crooked. “I think we are on a first name basis now, baby.” He leans down and presses his lips to mine before he pulls away and slips off of the bed, releasing me for the first time since we began. I try to catch my breath as I watch him. He slides his boxers down, and his thick cock springs free. He’s so big… I can’t help but stare. I’ve never even seen one of those before. Mark is still smiling at me as he steps back over to the bed. “Do you want to touch it?” he asks me. My eyes are wide as I stare at him, but I find myself saying, “No, that’s okay.” “It won’t bite,” he promises. I grin at him but shake my head. “Maybe next time.” That makes him smile wider, and I have to wonder if he is happy there will probably be a next time. He climbs back onto the bed and positions himself between my legs. I feel a ball of nervous tension mounting in my stomach, but I trust him. Mark leans down and brushes his hand across my face as he lowers himself onto me, and I feel him positioned outside of my entrance. “Rose,” he says, a warm smile on his handsome face. “You’re so beautiful. And sweet.” He kisses me, softly at first, but then more intensely, as his cock presses against my entrance. The deeper the kiss becomes, the more pressure I feel between my legs, and then, he thrusts inside of me. A sharp pain radiates through my core, but as he twists his hips and gently rocks against me, the pain dissipates. And then… he is moving in and out of me, establishing a rhythm, and the pain is replaced by pleasure. Waves of euphoria wash over me as I respond to him. His tongue tangles with mine, and I wrap my arms around him, lifting my hips in response to his movements. “Are you okay, Rose?” he whispers, locking eyes with me. “Mmm hmm,” is the only answer I can get out. I never knew that my body could feel this good. My breath catches in my throat, and I find myself moaning and panting as my muscles contract and begin to spasm. I’ve never experienced anything like this before, but whatever it is, Mark seems to like it because he is whispering, “That’s it, baby, come for me, Rose.” Whatever it is he wants me to do, I have no control over what’s happening to me, and I cry out again as an overwhelming sensation of warmth spreads throughout my tightened muscles. A few moments later, while I am still trying to suck oxygen into my lungs, Mark speeds up his thrusting and grunts a few times before I feel his seed release inside of me. I hold on tightly to his muscular shoulders as he slows down and then rests his head on my shoulder, both of us struggling to breathe. Mark’s palm against my cheek grounds me as my heart rate begins to normalize. He kisses me gently next to my ear. “Are you okay, baby?” he asks me. “I’m okay.” I turn to look at him, and he smiles at me. He lifts himself out from between my legs and lies down next to me, pulling me against his chest. It’s over–I've done it, and when I look at Mark, I know, the Moon Goddess has had a hand in all of this. I have no doubt, of all of the men in the world, Alpha Mark was the best choice to be here with me in this moment, and as he wraps the blanket around us, and I close my eyes, I can’t imagine being with anyone else. Ever.