Chapter 24
WOLF
“Idon’t want to be done,” Molly proclaims, her voice thick and her eyes glassy.
“Me neither,” I rasp, out of breath myself as I reach down to retrieve her towel. I wipe and pat at the spot on her thigh where I came on her.
Her skin is still dewy from her shower, and now with the added flush of her orgasm, she’s glistening in the candlelight like some kind of goddess. And the way her hair is gathered behind her with a few loose damp strands…
I’ve heard my brothers and other guys at the bar talk about long hair, how wearing it down makes a woman look sexy and wild, and of course they reference pulling on it.
I’m not one of those guys, apparently. I like Molly’s neck exposed, and if a few hairs are loose, so much the better.
It gives her this look of innocence that’s so fucking sexy in itself, and it gives me the uncontrollable craving to kiss her neck and breathe her in.
I reach for one of those damp strands now, tucking it behind her ear. “Let’s lie down.”
We climb on the bed, settling against the pillows.
We face each other, and Molly curls into me.
My hands don’t seem to have gotten the message to take a beat and recharge.
They have minds of their own, continuing to roam all over her, wanting to discover what every inch of her skin feels like.
They coast down her arms to her hips and then up her back.
And she gives back every touch she gets, her fingertips making the molecules in my body come to life and dance beneath her gentle fingertips. “I like this,” she whispers into the hollow of my throat as her touch explores the contours of my chest.
“Yeah?” My voice is full of gravel as she nods. “Do you want to try it like this?”
She takes only a second, presumably trying not to think too hard before saying “Okay,” and I nod, leaning in and slanting my mouth over hers as if to seal the choice.
A soft moan escapes her, making her lips send a gentle vibration against mine. The more we kiss and touch, the more my skin tingles like I’ve been set ablaze.
So this is the big deal… I don’t know if this is the part of sex that my brothers and every other guy I know goes feral for, but this connection with Molly…
This moment in time when we’ve turned our brains off and slipped into this mystical place where only we exist and give ourselves over to pure instincts…
I could be an absolute heroin addict for this.
I never knew I could feel so good, and I’m not talking about the blood rushing to my dick and making it harder with each caress of her skin.
I’m talking about the scent of Molly’s skin when it gets hot.
The whimpers and moans that escape and knowing it’s because she’s given her body over to me.
It’s this very strain of trust that no other human has put in me before.
I take hold of her thigh, guiding it over my hip and bringing us even closer.
The warmth of her skin and the clean, flowery musk of her scent further entrance me, and when my cock bumps against her supple skin, a ravenous jolt flows through my body.
The subtle excitement surges as our lips find each other again, this time with more voracity.
I’m so consumed in all the riling sensations.
I’m not even inside of her yet, and I already know the experience is going to blow my mind. It already feels otherworldly.
The tip of my head nudges at her clit, and I draw in a sharp breath.
The warm wetness and the soft form of her pussy feel more exquisite than my imagination could ever conjure.
Our eyes stay on each other as I take hold of myself, moving the head up and down her slick opening.
My cock is already hard again and straining in my hand, and the feel of it rubbing against her is almost too much in itself.
Finally advancing, I nudge at her opening, watching her eyes flutter closed as I push in part way.
Molly sharply inhales at the intrusion, and she draws her lower lip between her teeth.
I release a breath that’s a mix of ecstasy at the myriad sensations running through my body like shockwaves and relief that she seems okay so far.
I’m doing my best to be careful with her, but fuck does my body ever want to run away with this.
I don’t fight the moan that rumbles up from my chest, hoping it will release some of the pressure as I push in a little farther.
This time I damn near lose it when my dick stretches her walls and Molly’s eyes widen.
They dance and sparkle like glowing embers, and I’m lightheaded knowing it’s in response to what I’m doing to her.
With the tightness comes a small margin of pain that she must be feeling too, but I can’t be sure if it’s lighting her up the same way it is me.
“You’re okay?” I pause my progression.
She vigorously nods. “It’s perfect,” she whispers between breaths.
I drop my forehead to hers in relief. “Keep going?”
“Yes.” Her eyes close as if the word is a plea.
I draw out just a little and push back in a little farther.
More lights explode behind my eyes at the fervent glide of our flesh stoking my inner fire.
“It’s so good,” I pant, as the keening rush of reactions has me breathing like I’m in a marathon.
I take hold of her hip, and our lips gravitate to each other like magnets as I push my body while pulling hers against me, locking us together.
This time she lets out a small cry, and I halt again, feeling myself throbbing deep inside her.
“Fuck,” I grunt, trying to restrain myself. “Are you okay?” I brush a strand of hair off her face.
“It’s okay,” she assures me, her voice hoarse. “Just give me a minute.”
“Okay.” I’m all the way inside her and know she needs to adjust to the stretch. What I need is to get a grip on my drive so I don’t go off too soon. Fortunately, I think coming during our foreplay took some of the edge off.
Molly takes in a breath and slowly lets it out between pursed lips, and I take the moment to place kisses down her neck. My ministrations are soft but deliberate, willing each kiss to take an ounce of the pain away. After a few moments, I feel her walls relax and soften around me.
Molly’s eyelids relax as I kiss her cheek.
She licks her lips and takes another breath.
Right now, beneath me, she looks vulnerable but brave.
Trusting me with her body adds an ethereal quality to the swarm of sensations I’m feeling.
And at the same time, she looks strong and determined, like she knows there’s ecstasy to be found beyond the storm.
Everything I see as I look down at her right now makes me fall hard into an unexplored realm.
Her eyes flit open and search for mine, glittering with a soft look of reassurance, but I don’t move again until she deliberately squeezes around my shaft and gently rolls her hips.
I moan again and start to move, dragging my cock out of her a short distance before pushing back in.
I breathe with the movement, taking in the mounting pleasure.
The moan of her voice in my ear. Her warm breath on my skin.
It all reinfuses the ravenous hunger, letting it take over again.
Our rhythm evens out, taking on a steady cadence.
Our bodies gracefully collide over and over again, making a moving picture of undulating skin with a soundtrack of heavy exhales and intermittent moans.
My cock feels tightly confined, like there’s room for nothing else inside of Molly except for me.
Molly’s beautiful cries get louder and closer together, and if it were even possible, I feel myself stiffening harder inside of her.
“Wolf,” she whispers against my shoulder, trying to signal that she’s close.
Though I could go off right now, I could also take this beyond even the best expectations for both of us.
“Can you take me deeper?” I drag my bottom lip up the skin near her ear, and she clenches around me as if in approval.
Our motions are starting to lose their rhythm, growing frantic as I continue to pump in and out of her.
We could both come now, but I want to completely fall apart, and I want to see this woman fall apart in the best way because of me. My woman…
“Yes, please go deeper.” Her permission comes out staggered between our jolting thrusts.
I roll her to her back, my moans unabashed now. Jostling my hips, I widen out her thighs to accommodate my body more before giving a long deep thrust.
Molly gives a sharp cry and says, “No, keep going,” when I stop. A hint of desperation lingers in her whimper.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I pant, pushing another strand of hair off her face. A sheen of sweat covers her forehead, and I couldn’t worship the way she looks right now more.
“Wolf, please…” Her breath is rapid beneath me, and her breasts heave against my chest. “Please don’t hold back. I want it all.”
Her words are just enough to make me cautiously start to move again. “You tell me to stop the second you don’t,” I say, the ecstasy-fueled pressure beginning to mount again. “Promise me.”
“I promise,” she says.
“Fuck, I love hearing you say that,” I hiss against her lips as I draw out and surge in again.
I continue snapping my hips, thrusting hard and deep, grunting with each movement.
My lips lick at hers before crashing down on them while my hips buck forward.
Then, I thrust in hard. I’m rutting into her now, my movements unbridled as I take hold of her face on each side, careful not to grip too hard.
I’m hitting deep, feeling the back of her, and the repeated stimulation has me dizzy as I continue to barrel into her over and over.
Her cries get louder and more frequent, and a higher level of intensity is unlocked when my thrusts become more erratic. “I’m going to come, Molly,” I warn with a rasp. “Tell me you’re close.”
“I’m right there, Wolf,” Her voice is strained, as bright lights cloud my vision.
My cock slams into her, placing us right on the edge before I slam in again, sending us over.
Ramming through my release, I roar into the pillow next to Molly’s head.
My climax hits powerfully, and Molly’s cry borders on a scream as her nails rake deliciously down my back.
Her walls stroke and squeeze my release inside of her.
My body jerks and shakes on top of hers, and my mind has found some kind of plane of elation that it never wants to leave.
But in mere moments, I experience something even better.
As the last echoes of my explosive orgasm fade out, all I can hear is Molly’s labored breath in my ear, relaxing and slowing with each pass.
The world around me goes from beautifully loud and euphoric to sated and peaceful in a matter of heartbeats.
I don’t think I could spend hours in the forest or sitting by the night fire and achieve this kind of utopia.
I carefully collapse on top of Molly. Hawk and some other cocky dipshits have boasted about nailing and bailing, but that’s unfathomable.
If Molly’s body were to leave mine in this moment, I’d fall apart, and not in the amazing way I just did.
I turn my face into her neck, breathing in her warm, flowery scent accentuated by the pheromones and sweat.
I savor the beautiful quiet, the easy intimacy where we still seem to exchange so much.
Molly finally breaks the silence with a soft giggle that might as well be windchimes in the distance. “Wolf… You’re squashing me.”
“Sorry!” I lift up slightly, but she pulls me back down.
“No,” she protests weakly and takes another moment, like she’s trying to figure out the right words. “You’re squeezing the breath out of me, but it’s kind of nice…like you’re keeping me from falling apart by holding me together.”
“Let me see what that’s like.” I roll back, pulling her with me to see what she means and holy fuck…
Moments ago and the moments before them…
I was wrong. Molly’s naked body splayed out across mine, the subtle weight of her on top of me, grounding me.
Pressed together, our hearts beating wildly toward each other while willing each other to sync into a calm and harmonious rhythm. It’s an unparallelled peace.
This—she—is my new safe space, and I wrap my arms around her tightly as if she might drift away.