Free Imprinted by Darcy Sweet

form the words to tell him. To let him know what it had meant to me, so I arched up and met his mouth, putting it all into a kiss. When I heard his groan I knew he understood.

Chapter Nine
    I awoke the next day sore. All over. My muscles ached like I’d been through a grueling obstacle course. Nothing much was said when I left the Dean’s house, I think maybe we were all a little shell shocked. No date was made for a repeat performance, I hadn’t asked and neither had they. It was the best sex of my life. I loved it and at the time I wasn’t sure if I wanted anything more. If I could stand it again. The intensity.
    Oddly as I lay in bed that night I didn’t think of what we’d done. I thought about Mary-Jane. Specifically what Mrs. D had said. I didn’t want to imprint her negatively. I knew there was no future with her—we weren’t going to live happily ever after. Even if I hadn’t been going back to college in a couple of weeks there was no way I would’ve stayed with Mary-Jane.
    I wanted what the Deans had.
    I wanted a partner to test my boundaries. To challenge me. To explore. I wasn’t going to get that from Mary-Jane. She was too submissive.
    That night when I picked her up I took her straight out to the lake. It was a perfect Georgia summer night. The sky was bright and clear, the scent of pine in the air and the moon full enough that it was easy to see.
    I got out of the truck and went around to her side. She looked surprised when I opened her door and held out my hand. It was such a date thing to do and I realized then as she stared at my hand that we’d never had an ordinary date. I led her over to a soft patch of clover. I spread the blanket and lay down, patting beside me I said, “Come lay with me.”
    She lay down without a word. I could hear her breath. She was nervous. It was coming hard and fast.
    “Are you OK Mary-Jane?”
    “Sure.”
    “About what we’ve done. About what I’ve done to you.”
    “Oh.”
    I turned on my side to face her and propped my head up on one hand. I ran my other hand through the soft tresses of her blond hair. She seemed to like that because I saw her smile.
    “You didn’t answer me honey.”
    “Oh. I’m sorry.”
    “Don’t be sorry. Tell me. Are you OK?”
    She rolled on her side to face me, so that we were eye to eye. “Honestly Jake, I’m a little scared.”
    “About what?”
    “How much I liked it. How much I want it.”
    I understood her completely, more than she could ever know. She closed her eyes. I could see how the honesty pained her. I reached over, cupped her chin and stroked a thumb across her lips. She trembled and I worried that maybe I’d already done too much that would imprint badly, “You don’t need to be scared of me.”
    Her eyes flashed open. “I’m not Jake. I’m not scared of you. I’m scared of me . Of how much I need this. What you’ve shown me.”
    “You’ll find someone honey. Someone to share this with.”
    She sighed. “I will?”
    “Yes. I’m sure of it. Now you know what you want you just need someone to fill that need.”
    “It won’t be you?” she asked softly, even though she knew the answer.
    I shook my head. “No honey. It won’t be me.”
    The breeze picked up and whipped her hair across her face. I pushed it back. She grabbed my hand and pressed a kiss into my palm. Her words vibrated against my skin as she said, “I’m glad it was you who showed me.”
    “Me too.” My throat felt tight. My heart huge at the trust she’d shown me.
    Letting go of my hand she pulled herself up to sit. “Can you show me some more? Please. Until you leave?”
    “Are you wearing panties Mary-Jane?”
    She shook her head. In the bright glow of moonlight I saw the quick flash of heat in her eyes.
    “Did I tell you to do that?”
    “No.”
    “On your knees.”
    Her breath faltered in that sweet little hitch I loved to hear and she said softly, “What?”
    I sat up and adjusted my cock which was now pushing hard