Chapter 23 #3
I feel something nudging between us and look down at his cock for the first time.
It’s growing stiff and rigid, and I already feel full just looking at it.
I don’t recall telling my hand to reach out and touch it, but I seem to be on some kind of autopilot as it strokes down across the taut, velvety skin of his length.
Wolf draws in a hiss at my touch. “Fuck, that feels so good.”
The sound of desire in his voice turns the system of nerves between my legs up another few notches, making me absolutely ache for the pleasure and pain his manhood is sure to give me.
Wolf backs toward the bed, pulling me with him as he sits, drawing me between his knees.
“I want to see you,” he whispers up at me, and the moonlight reflects a begging essence in his eyes as he reaches for the knot of my towel.
His motions pause in place as he waits, and I nod my permission.
He tugs the terry cloth loose, letting it open and fall from my body.
His hands fall to my bare hips and they feel so perfect there, like they fit a mold made just for them.
“God,” he husks out as his eyes journey from my stomach to my breasts, and my cheeks warm at his appraisal. He tugs on my waist, pulling me closer. “Tell me what you want, baby.” His voice rumbles with an undertone of imploring, and his eyes practically beg me to tell him.
“Kiss me,” I say without even thinking. I want more of what he gave that day and again just downstairs.
He nods, and not even a heartbeat later, he takes hold of the side of my face in one hand, bringing me in and locking his warm lips on mine. A small whimper emits from the back of my throat at the surprise of it, but it’s so, so good.
Wolf’s kiss is soft and full, leaving no trace of my lips untouched as his tongue passes through to stroke against me.
He tastes like whiskey with distant traces of mint, and I let out another moan to resound through the cavern of our joined mouths.
Just when I’m beginning to wonder if I’m the only one truly enjoying it, his breath hitches, breaking the kiss just enough for our heads to turn and enjoy the opposite angle.
A moan escapes his lips this time, which sends a flood through my core.
Wanting to feel more of him, I move closer, and as if we’re of one mind he guides me with the hand still on my hip.
“I want to touch you,” he groans against my lips. “Can I touch you?”
“Yes, please touch me,” I urge.
The rough and capable hand on my hip leaves to carefully journey down between my legs, and I release his heavy dick to clutch his shoulders with both hands. It falls between us, brushing against the inside of my thigh.
We join in a sharp intake of breath when his fingers brush against my folds.
My heart pounds as he rubs back and forth, gently at first, before applying more pressure just a little at a time.
Testing and teasing, he changes rhythm with a fluid confidence, languidly changing from one pace to another until he finds one I like so much that I sharply reach down and grip his wrist, holding it in place while I sway my pelvis against his hand.
“Like that?” he asks, his voice like gravel.
I’m breathing hard as I bite down on my lip, and I feel his dick sweeping and brushing against my thigh as I roll my hips against him.
His fingers pressing against my opening coax the beginnings of arousal out of me, making them slide back and forth with ease. “I want you to come just like this,” He says.
“But… I want us to?—”
“We will,” he promises. “This is just the beginning. I want us to make it last. And you look so goddamn beautiful—” He cuts himself off, slamming his mouth to mine again, which turns the heat up another degree. He slips a calloused finger inside me and follows it with a second as I ride his hand.
His cock continues to tease and brush against my thigh, and I drop my head back, basking in the pleasure. With my eyes averted, his lips closing around my nipple take me by surprise, sending a flood of arousal rushing fast and hard through me.
“Ah!” I cry out at the sensation that shoots straight to my sex. I look down to see him nibbling so gently, his lips and tongue barely touching the hardened nub, and it’s too much. I buck harder, releasing his wrist to hold onto him again.
“Oh baby,” he groans against my chest. “Come on baby.” He’s as breathless as I am, and his beckoning sends me over the edge with a light push but a hard fall.
I explode, my body quaking so hard, my vision rippling. My heartbeat echoes in my ears as this orgasm feels like it stretches on for miles and miles. My fingers grip the skin of his shoulders as it wanes, and I jolt slightly when I feel something warm and wet spill on my leg. He came with me.
“So fucking…” Wolf pants and his shoulders heave under my hands with his breath. “So fucking beautiful…” The nearby candles illuminate a sheen of sweat on his brow, and he’s as out of breath as I am.
“Oh God,” is all I can say as I still try to catch up to my breath.
“Don’t worry,” he rasps as he gently withdraws his hand and pulls me closer. “We’re not done. Not unless you want to be.”