Chapter 27 #2
It’s not fair that he’s doing this. I feel like he beat me to some grand prize.
Ever since our first time, I’ve been wanting to go down on him.
The way he succumbed to the blissful arousal when we were together is something I’ve been yearning for ever since.
He’s so stoic and hard to read all the time, but that was one single night where he gave way to pleasure and emotion.
Like him, I’ve been holding back, not wanting to push him too far.
“I wanted to do this to you,” I confess on a strained breath.
“Yeah?” His low voice hums and resounds against my sensitive folds.
“Uh-huh… It’s not fair you beat me to it.”
“You’ll get your turn, baby.” His voice is all warm air against my skin. “I’d love to have you do that to me.”
Well if that doesn’t have me wanting to do it even more... That thought is abruptly put on hold by the first drag of his tongue up my seam.
“Oh…” The sound comes out of me on a wavering current of air that gets sharply pulled back in when he repeats the same motion. It comes out again on a small cry when I feel his hum of enjoyment reverberate through my core. “Fuck,” I pant.
“Mmm…” He groans again, indulging in another long lick.
Soon, I’m arching my back, rolling my hips to seek out more of his tongue, the burn of his scruff on my thighs, the vibrations of his growls.
Pushing at my knee, he opens my legs farther, and I oblige.
I’m so immersed in the rapture, my hand comes up to squeeze my own breast as the other laces through the strands of his wild hair.
I writhe, rubbing my sex in counter movements to his tongue.
He continues licking me, his strokes brisk and steady and driving me almost to the brink before he readjusts his mouth to push his tongue right inside me.
“Shit!” I shudder as he starts pumping his tongue inside me.
“I need to hear it.”
“Hear what?”
“That you’re mine. That you want me,” he says.
“I want you, Wolf,” I cry out as his rhythm resumes and then pauses again.
“What else? Whose girl are you?” His breath is hot on my already hot and wet pussy.
“I’m yours.” My chest heaves, and my mouth goes dry as I breathe rapidly. The liquid heat pumps and churns through my lower belly; my blood flows through my body in an urgent rush. The rapture is climbing with stable traction, carrying me quickly to my peak, but I want Wolf inside me.
Wolf releases a deep and solid moan against my core, and it makes me shudder with the extra surge of arousal. He’s getting heated himself, but I protest when he yanks at the waistband of his pants, reaching down inside.
“No, don’t you dare,” I wheeze out on a weak breath as he starts to work his fist rhythmically inside his sweats.
“It’s fine, it’s fine,” he assures me between licks at my pussy that feels almost unbearably swollen now.
“No, I’m going to come and I want?—”
I don’t get to finish my request as Wolf sits up and rocks back on his heels, grabbing my waist in his huge hands to pull me with him.
He’s careful with laying me down on the blanket, but once I’m on my back, my hands are pinned above my head, my wrists locked together with the use of only one of Wolf’s hands.
The heat of the campfire is closer now, warming my skin, the flames dancing in the deep forest of his green eyes.
My body quivers from being pulled from the precipice, and my husband’s eyes rake down my body as he reaches between us.
After positioning himself, he pushes inside with one stroke, stretching me and widening my walls as he goes.
I’m moaning and gasping as he fills me up, staring me down with lust and determination colliding in his eyes.
Letting go of his shaft, his fingers find my clit as he begins to move, slowly at first.
“You’re mine, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I groan from the back of my throat as his dick moves deeper inside me, and he picks up the pace. “I’m yours, Wolf.”
He nods. “You’re my wife…” His breathing becomes ragged as his body works mine over, thrusting hard.
“Mmm…yes. Oh god, harder….”
His thrusts are coming in sharp pummels, and it’s so different this time than the first. With Wolf’s intense stare penetrating mine and the possessive conduct makes it rawer and more intense. And I love it. I love being so wanted and desperately claimed by someone… By my husband.
He’s driving in deep now, hitting the back of me and filling me so full that every inch of my insides is feeling the friction. being stimulated and stoked as my orgasm rapidly builds.
“Fuck! Molly…” Wolf grunts with his jaw locked tight, then he roars before he brings his mouth down over mine, stifling the deep sound.
One or two more passes, and I feel my fuse reach its end. My orgasm rushes and ripples through me like a shockwave, and I scream into Wolf’s mouth, my back bowing off the blanket and pressing my chest into his as he rams into me, fucking me through our climax.
Each breath scrambles to replace the last as my chest billows with the effort.
I feel dizzy and my throat is dry. Wolf’s forehead rests against mine, and I brace myself as he carefully pulls out of me.
He sucks in a breath with the withdrawal and lets it out in a whoosh before settling next to me and pulling me close.
Still catching his breath, he dots kisses down my jaw and my neck.
He brushes a sweaty strand of hair off my forehead. Tender, caretaking Wolf is back.
I let my eyes find the stars and breathe in the scent of Wolf’s closeness as I wait for my world to decelerate. As my blood slows, and my air supply returns, I start to shiver, despite being so near the fire.
“You’re cold.” Wolf immediately gets up.
I try not to let any insecurity creep in as he fixes his shorts before grabbing another log to set in the middle of the fire.
Helping me up off the blanket, he lifts it from the ground, shakes the grass from it, and takes a seat in the chair I recently vacated.
And then he pulls me onto his lap, settling me across his legs and tucking the blanket around us.
Together, we watch the flames dance, ducking and weaving around the logs.
I never thought I’d be here with someone like this, let alone someone I didn’t even know until a few weeks ago.
It’s surreal and enchanting, filling me with a quiet exhilaration, and I wonder if it’s okay to tell him that. Would it be too much?
“You’re so different with your family,” I observe out loud, trying a small poke.
“Mmm,” he nods with a shrug, not taking his eyes off the flames. “Well their my family.”
“Think I’ll ever know you like them? Like your family does?” I push a little further.
“Of course…” the second word drifts and fades out when it passes his lips. “Just give it some time.”
“How much time?”
Wolf drops his head back and closes his eyes and lets out a long sigh that screams exasperation. I’d actually be amused at the domestication it signals if it didn’t hurt a little bit. “They’ve put in twenty-five years, Molly.”
“Great.”
He lifts his head to finally look at me. “You know it won’t take that long just… can’t you just let things happen naturally? Don’t you think that would be better?”
I let us sit in silence a moment; the crackle of the flames almost deafening.
After a few beats of mulling it over, I decide not to take away from the moment.
Instead I focus on something lighter that still communicates how I’m feeling.
So far, he hasn’t minded when I’ve told him little things that I like and want.
“You know…” I nudge at him gently with my foot, and he swings his head my way.
“I didn’t hate when you touched me today… claiming your territory.”
“Is that right?” The corner of his mouth pulls upward.
“Yeah.” I nod assuredly. “It was hot. It’s just… I wasn’t sure where it was coming from. If you were doing it for yourself or for your brothers’ benefit.”
He pulls in a breath and lets it go, making the flames in front of him waver slightly. “I wanted to make sure my brothers stayed in their lane. Especially given how we started. I don’t want them to think that because this was originally an arrangement that means you’re free game.”
I nod absently, afraid to be the one to show my cards now. “I guess it’s nice to know you don’t want to share.”
“Fuck no.” He looks at me with all seriousness, and it makes me smile.
We’re quiet for another few moments, and I’m good with it. Today I actually felt forward movement, even if it was just a little. It assures me that we’re heading toward what we said we were trying for.
But then Wolf surprises me by breaking the silence, unprompted. “Casual affection is something I’ve been trying to grasp,” he says.
I look to his face, trying to gauge in the firelight what kind of sentiment is attached to his words.
“My brothers being dipshits today gave me excuses to touch you throughout the day. Like, regularly…just because.”
I press my lips together, calmly delighting in hearing that he wants to touch me, and I don’t hesitate giving him the green light. “For the record, you can touch me anytime you want…just because.”