This was all about his girl.
Making her feel good, showing her how sex was supposed to be, worshiping her gorgeous body, and doing his best to undo over a decade’s worth of trauma. Not something that wouldhappen overnight, but maybe in time, he could rewrite her past enough that it no longer held her in a vice.
A moan tumbled from her lips when one of his hands began to knead her breast, and when he took one of those pretty nipples into his mouth, she thrust her chest forward, seeking more. More he was happy to give her. Lavishing attention on her breasts, Thunder touched and plucked, licked and sucked, until she was writhing on his lap.
“Want to taste you now, babydoll, is that okay?” One thing he knew for certain was that he had to make sure Maya knew that she was in complete control. Usually, he took the lead during sex, and given her inexperience with what sex was supposed to be, he knew he still needed to lead, but in a way that gave her all the power. At any point, she could change her mind, and he’d stop. It didn't matter where they were in the process, he would never be another man who used her body against her will.
Her cheeks blushed the prettiest shade of pink, but she gave a small nod, and from the way she’d ground down against him, he assumed she was nervous and or embarrassed about the idea, but turned on by it as well.
Placing his hands on her shoulders, he guided her backward, turning them so instead of his legs hanging off the side, they were stretched out along the length of the platform, with Maya spread out between them.
“Have you orgasmed before, babydoll?” he asked as he unzipped her jeans and tugged them down her legs, pausing only to remove her boots so he could slip off the jeans and her panties and shove them to the side.
“A few times. They never tried, and I always hated it. I tried to make sure it didn't happen, but …”
“But your body is still designed to respond to certain stimuli. Wish I could take it all back for you, babydoll, make it so that this was your first time.”
Her hands reached down to grab his, her grip strong despite how much smaller her hands were than his. “Thisismy first time, Thunder. My first real time. My first time that I want to do this. The first time my body feels like it’s on fire, and the only thing that can put that fire out is sex.”
That sweet, innocent trust she still possessed only proved what he’d been telling her earlier. Survival was simply doing whatever it took to make it through an ordeal. That Maya was still standing, still moving forward, willing to put such immense trust in him when he knew he’d already blown that trust once before, was nothing short of a miracle.
“I’ll do my best to make this the best first time ever,” he assured her as he gripped her hips and lifted her now bare center toward him.
At the first swipe of his tongue, Maya gasped. And he did it again just to hear the sound.
“You like that, babydoll?”
“Mmm,” she murmured, her hips jolting toward him, seeking more.
More he couldn’t wait to give her. So Thunder dived in, teasing her entrance with the tip of his tongue, before closing his lips around her bud and sucking hard. When she gasped again, he hummed his appreciation against her bundle of nerves, making her moan.
“Just like that, babydoll, let me hear you. I want to memorize every gasp, every moan, every scream. I want every animal in this forest to hear your screams when you come for me.”
Maya whimpered, and when he returned his lips to her core, he doubled down on his efforts to make her come. This was going to be her first proper orgasm, and he wanted it to be a life-altering one, to be better than perfect, and everything she deserved and more.
Quickly learning what made her cry out in pleasure, Thunder gave it all to her. Closing his lips around her bud, he alternated between flicking against it with his tongue and then sucking hard. Then he’d take a moment to tease her entrance, pressing as far in with his tongue as he could, drinking in her sweet taste, before returning his attention to her bundle of nerves.
His girl writhed beneath him, tremors rocketing through her legs, her internal muscles quivering around his tongue when he worked her entrance, so close and yet not falling over that edge.
“Thunder,” she whimpered, her pleading eyes staring up at him, begging him for something she wasn't even sure of and yet knew he could give her.
“I've got you, babydoll,” he promised.
Fixing his gaze on hers, he took her bundle of nerves into his mouth again, sucked hard, and then gave her the slight sting of pain he knew she needed to come by scraping his teeth over the sensitive bud, and just like that, his girl exploded. Her entire body went taut before it began to jerk with the force of her orgasm. Her hips rocked, grinding against his face as he licked and suckled at her, working her through her release until she collapsed back against the treehouse floor, relaxed and sated, with a peaceful smile on her blissed-out face.
Never in his life had Thunder felt prouder than knowing he’d given his girl her first proper orgasm, and her first taste of what intimacy was supposed to be.
March 4th
4:47 A.M.
She was really doing this.
Theywere really doing this.
Because Maya felt a deep connection to the man who had carried her out of her cage and to freedom for the first time in thirteen years. It wasn't just that he’d saved her, it was that he’d been gentle with her from the very beginning. Even when she didn't understand who he was, when she didn't believe what he told her, when she was trapped inside her own terror, Thunder had been there. Treating her with kindness and respect, with a reverence she wasn't sure she’d ever feel like she deserved.
Aftershocks continued to ripple through her body as she blinked heavy-lidded eyes and shifted so she was up on her knees, crawling toward this mesmerizing man. The way he looked at her … it was intoxicating … addicting.