Chapter 37 - Wolfson
My hands tremble around her ankles as I pull her body across the table toward me. Her ass meets the edge, and her legs fall open, knees bending.
Jesus on a snow machine. Her position, all sprawled and trusting, is enough to make me want to skip this part and go straight to the fucking.
But no. I don’t want to miss a single step.
Her hands clutch the edge of the table above her head, and her chest heaves in fast, shallow pulls. She stares down at me, eyes glazed and blue hair spilling everywhere.
“You okay?” I draw slow circles on her inner thighs. “Too much?”
“No.” She gulps, her throat working. “Not too much. I love the way you look at me.”
“Good, because I can’t stop.”
And I don’t.
I take her in from this new vantage point. The slope of her stomach, the V of her hipbones, the damp sheen at her temples, and the faint quiver in her thighs every time my thumb brushes close to her cunt.
Every part of her is a discovery.
Every twitch, gasp, and needy tug of her hands on the table goes straight to memory, burned there. I’m not just turned on. I’m fascinated. Consumed. Utterly addicted.
“You have the prettiest cunt.” I skim a knuckle along her slick seam. “I’m about to get really fucking familiar with it.”
“About time.”
“Open wider.”
Her legs fall open for me, and my fingers are there, gently splitting her soft, slippery lips to get a good look at her. I take my time, savoring the view, my cock aching, needing to be sheathed inside that warm, tight hole.
But not yet.
Leaning in, I press my nose to her flesh, pull the scent of her into my lungs, and let it leave through my nostrils in a controlled stream.
“Fuuuuck.” A groan vibrates through me as more blood rushes to my dick.
I can no longer ignore the wet spot between my legs, the soaked fabric unbearable against my pounding erection. With a quick lift of my hips, I shove the offending garment down my legs and off.
Perching my bare ass on the chair, I hook her legs over my shoulders and gently wrap my lips around her clit.
Her entire body lurches toward me as if trying to pull me inside her.
“We’ll get there, Bluebird.” I flatten a hand on her belly, urging her to relax on the table.
As her limbs loosen, I add my fingers, sinking one, then two, all the way to the knuckles.
Her spine arches. Her head falls back with a moan, and her thighs shake around my ears.
I curl my fingers inside her, thrusting slowly, kissing her inner thighs, and breathing in deeply. She smells like a woman. Clean and wild. Like the Arctic before a storm breaks, the rush of air over fresh snow, carrying the faint sweetness of berries thawing in the sun.
And the feel of her pussy… She’s warm inside and out. Silky, delicate, and unexpectedly strong. A molten, wet pocket of velvety muscle, gripping at me like she won’t let me go. Against my hands, around my fingers, getting sloppier by the second.
Time to eat.
She makes a sound of protest when I slide out my fingers. But in the next breath, I bury my face.
Holy Mother of all things forbidden. I’ve finally died and gone to heaven. Turns out it’s between the thighs of my favorite Disney princess. What fantasy is this?
Mine.
All mine.
With her legs locked around my head and the juice she’s juicing all over my mouth, this is my destiny. Her. My princess bride.
I run my tongue from her ass to her clit, and Ohhhhh. My. Fuck! I do it again. And again. With each pass, I lick deeper, and with each return to her clit, I suck harder.
Her hands tangle in my hair, fingertips pressing at my skull. She becomes rabid on my tongue, riding my face, grinding her hips, and shivering with mindless want. Her hands can’t keep still, clawing at my neck and scratching at the hard knots of my biceps.
I fuck her with my tongue with the single-minded intensity. Despite this being my first time, I quickly learn the pace, pressure, and movements that make her scream.
My girl can scream.
With another thrust of my fingers, I seal my lips around her clit, swirl my tongue, and suck hard.
She lets out a long, throaty howl, her back arched and thighs clenched. When she falls silent and melts against the table, I know she’s lost in the shimmering aftershocks of her orgasm.
“How many can you have?” I drag my tongue along her soaked flesh.
“Oh, God. You can’t—”
“I’m your god, and I can.” I wrap my arms around her thighs, pull her tighter against my face, and feast again.
And again.
And again.
With my tongue, fingers, and the slow grind of my mouth, I become her devoted creature, her acolyte of pleasure, fusing myself to her desires like I was made for this. Made for her.
I worship her hungrily, obsessively, consuming every shiver and scream she gifts me. There’s no space between us. No secret cravings or hidden kinks. I know her body like my own, and there’s no question now. She wants me with a desperation that hardens my dick past the point of agony.
So as I feel her tightening, trembling, and chasing the stroke of my tongue for the fourth release, I know I won’t be able to stop myself from joining her.
I try. Fucking hell, I try to tamp down the rising surge that sets fire to my cock. I haven’t touched myself once since we started. But the fuse is struck.
The moment she clenches around my fingers and kicks her pussy against my lips, I’m a goner. All the seed I held back since we started explodes out and onto the floor as she comes all over my face.
I fall against her, my nose pressed to her quivering stomach, and the groan that leaves me carries a full-body vibration that drags from the depths of my soul.
Cracking open my eyes, I find hers glimmering with laughter.
“You came.” She lifts on her elbows, tits jiggling as she tries to stifle her amusement. “Fucking finally.”
“It’s not funny.” I reach up and tweak a pierced nipple. “I was saving myself for the big finale.”
“Oh, Wolf.” She slips off the table and onto my lap, straddling me. “I’ll give you another one.”
My spent dick jumps and thickens in agreement.
“I bet I can give you lots and lots of other ones.” She rocks against my erection. “With my hands.” She runs wicked fingers along my hardness. “With my mouth.” She glides her lips across mine. “With my body.” She adjusts my length along her slit, sliding the head through our wetness.
I’ve never had a mouth on my cock. Denver molested me with his hands and forced himself down my throat, but he never sucked me.
As my mind starts to spiral to that dark place, she grabs my face and pulls me back to her.
“Where are you, my darling wolf?” She stares into my eyes.
“I’m with you.” I smooth my palms along her thighs, anchoring myself between her legs.
“Stay with me.”
“Never leaving you.” I clutch her waist, marveling at how my hands completely encircle the circumference of her body. “How can someone so small be so fucking strong?”
“How can someone so inexperienced be so fucking good with his mouth?”
“I’m no stranger to porn.”
“Of course, you’re not.” She rolls her eyes, laughing.
“I need inside you.”
“I need to taste you.”
She circles her hips, slowly, sensually, moving her body in a dance on my lap. Each lift and roll glides my dick along her cunt and short-circuits my brain.
Then she puts her mouth to my ear and purrs, “Can I be the first mouth on your cock?”
My body vibrates so violently that the chair beneath us rattles against the floor.
“Always yes with you.” I grip her hair and thrust against her. “But not now. If I don’t fuck you in the next thirty seconds, I’m going to do some serious damage.”
“Considering your size, damage is unavoidable.” She wraps her small fingers around my shaft and twists her wrist through a diabolical stroke.
“What do you mean?” I clamp my hand over hers, stalling her delicious torture.
“You’re a big boy.” She gives my cock a punctuating squeeze. “Bigger than anyone I’ve—”
I shut her up with a kiss, pouring all my jealousy into it and growling against her lips. “I’m going to kill every man who’s ever touched you.”
“Jag beat you to that, I’m afraid.”
“Fuck.” I pull back. “I’m sorry. I mean, I’m not sorry. I still want to gut them.”
“What were you saying about thirty seconds?”
I grab her ass, leap from the chair, and slam her up against the nearest wall. The position aligns us perfectly, my hands pinning her hips, and my dick jabbing at her opening.
Insatiable lust takes over, flooding me with more hunger than I know what to do with.
Slow down, idiot. Fucking slow down and do her right.
With great effort, I take her bottom lip between mine and give it a gentle pull. Then I press a kiss to the corner of her mouth, an attempt to reel myself back before I ruin this.
In my urgency to mount her like a barbarian, I know I’m forgetting something.
What the fuck am I forgetting?
Oh.
“Condom. I don’t have any.” Everything inside me grinds to a halt as I frantically scan the kitchen for a magic condom dispenser. “What am I saying? I’ve never even held one.”
“Hey.” She shoves her fingers in my hair, drawing my eyes back to her. “I have an implant in my arm, and I go to the clinic regularly for tests. We’re safe.”
Safe. No more obstacles. Nothing between us.
I can’t stop shaking. Every muscle vibrates and throbs so brutally that my body doesn’t feel like my own. My skin is too tight, my breathing too sharp. My seams are unraveling, losing their hold on the havoc inside me.
All of it, my whole fucked-up life, lines up behind this single moment. Every hurt, every loss, every far-off fantasy I buried to survive, it all collapses here, at her feet, and I’m so spectacularly overwhelmed and excited I can’t breathe.