Chapter Seventeen #4
“Gods, that’s perfect…” I whispered. I was relieved that Rowena seemed enthusiastic about werewolf romance. It made me eager to show her more of it.
But for now, I was content with falling back under her trance.
As her fingers continued exploring inside me, I loved how much attention she paid to my pleasure.
Her touches lingered in places that made me cry the loudest, then moved elsewhere to see what sort of reaction she’d get out of me.
She did all this while rubbing my ears with the gentlest of touches, creating a pleasurable tickling sensation that sent shockwaves all the way down to the tips of my toes.
The pleasure was a slow yet forceful buildup. A mounting wave of water, large enough to crash over even the strongest of dams. And just as it was beginning to overflow, Rowena removed her hand from my ears and used it to tease my clitoris.
It was such a sudden, intense sensation it nearly made me scream.
“Oh gods, Rowena…” I struggled to utter her name between my cries. “I’m going to…”
“Yes,” she whispered gleefully, pressing her hand deep into me and resting the other on my hip. She leaned down and kissed the top of my pelvis, her grasping fingers leaving subtle indents on my hip and inner thigh. “Come for me, sweetheart. My little wolf. My beautiful, sexy–”
My climax overtook her honeyed words as I tilted my head back and cried out, riding through the orgasm as it spilled out my body. Every muscle in my thighs and pelvis clenched and relaxed in a rhythm, until the sensation dissipated and my whole body went limp.
Rowena giggled, her grin devious and triumphant, as she settled in next to my exhausted, panting figure.
“I’ll… take care of you…” I whispered between breaths. “Just… give me a minute…”
“Of course, my little wolf,” Rowena crooned, rubbing my hip as she rested her head on my breasts. Her silky black hair was pressed against my nose, and I closed my eyes and smiled as I breathed in the sweet floral scent of her shampoo.
This was ecstasy. My body felt so heavy yet so light at the same time. I didn’t know whether I’d melt into the bedsheets or float away on a strong breeze. Blood pooled in my pelvis, steadily thumping through my vagina, as my body ached for Rowena’s finger to be within it again.
“What would you like me to do for you?” I asked in a breathy voice once my head stopped spinning.
“Hmmm…” Rowena shifted onto her side, so we were facing each other. “I actually want to try something… one moment…”
Rowena closed her eyes, and her whole face went neutral, as if she were deep in thought. A few seconds later, her ears and tail popped out. Just like mine.
Except hers were covered in beautiful, silky, midnight-black fur. I couldn’t wait to touch them.
Once I did, Rowena shuddered, her eyes flaring wide open.
I knew that sensation – the feeling of being touched in a way she’d never been touched before.
I’d just experienced it a few minutes ago when she fingered me.
When I was with the males, they were always far more interested in inserting a different appendage down there.
“I’m just so happy,” Rowena whispered between sweet, heady breaths. “I don’t have to hide that I’m a werewolf with you. I can just… be free. It’s exhilarating.”
“Of course,” I whispered into her neck. “I adore you exactly the way you are.”
I gripped Rowena’s petite body tighter, my fingers still rimming the outer perimeter of her ears.
It occurred to me I may not have been the only one with performance anxiety.
Whenever Rowena was intimate with others, she’d always had to hide that forbidden part of herself.
She had to make them think she was a pure-blooded witch.
But with me, I wanted her to never feel like she had to hide anything.
After a few minutes, Rowena asked for my other hand to make its way between her thighs.
I was nervous, as I’d never fingered a woman before.
But the instant I pressed into her and heard those first little sighs and gasps, all my worries dissolved as sweetly as sugar in tea.
My lips snapped to her skin, covering her neck, chests, and those perky little nipples in kisses.
And her moans. Gods, no matter what awaited us in the morning, I prayed I would never forget those sounds.
She returned the favor, one of her fingers slipping back to my clitoris, and I wrapped my lips around her right nipple. We took turns, exploring and toying with each other, our bodies pressed tight and our legs tangled in a tryst.
And as the time passed and we continued losing ourselves in each other’s bodies, all of my previous performance anxiety melted away. It was replaced by soul-soothing orgasms, amorous bliss, and most importantly, a deep sense of comfort and security.
Rowena was right. I had nothing to be afraid of when it came to sex. We didn’t have anything to hide anymore.
And that, along with Rowena’s body pressed against mine, was the greatest feeling in the world.