Chapter 31 #2
“Whatever you need, it’s yours.” I nod and try to let her lead.
Inexperienced on Leticia is adorable. She pulls at the buttons, trying to work her way up my shirt, but her fingers keep fumbling.
I wrap my hands around hers and steady her. “We’ll do this together. It doesn’t have to be fast.”
Leticia draws a slow breath, matching mine.
When we get to the top button, I release her hands and slide my shirt off my shoulders before tossing it on the back of my chair.
My late-night doom spiral and inability to sleep until I’d thought seventeen steps ahead bring me so much relief as I pull the top bedding back. The mattress protector on my bed is waterproof, but I still have the absorbent blanket tucked on the foot to lay down as well.
Leticia watches me pull back the bedding and lay out the blanket. “It’s going to get bloody.”
Bloody. My wolf wags his tail, and I try not to smile.
“It’ll wash.” I could explain all the qualities that make it the best sex blanket known to man and wolf kind, but I don’t.
I kiss her again, and she relents.
“I don’t know what to do,” she whispers against my lips.
We do. My wolf tries to answer her.
“I can lead.” I offer, then try to find a compromise. “Or we can talk through it like we did your orgasm.”
Her cheeks start turning pink first, then it floods down her neck, and I want to kiss all that warm and glowing skin, but I hold myself back, waiting for her.
“I thought I could be brave, but I don’t want to talk.” Leticia nibbles on her bottom lip. “Is that bad? Is it bad I just want you to take control.”
“No. Your choice is valid. I’m here for you and what makes you feel safe, cared for.” I lean forward and kiss her cheek, the side of her jaw, and at her ear, I whisper, “And loved.”
Leticia sucks in a breath, and I don’t give her a chance to second-guess as I nibble on the skin just below her ear.
I pull at the belt that’s wrapped around her waist, holding the knit sweater dress tight to her frame.
When it’s free from around her, I toss it onto my desk chair and trace my hands lower, bending to keep my face close to hers. I pull at the bottom of the dress, dragging it up and around the curve of her ass.
Her breathing hitches.
“You’re doing so good, gorgeous.”
She lets out a steadied breath.
Past the leggings, my fingers catch a few bare inches of skin before tracing up over her bra. Leticia raises her arms and helps me pull the dress over her head. She doesn’t try to hide herself from me.
Is it because she remembers I’ve already seen it? Or is it because she’s not afraid of me seeing her?
My wolf doesn’t worry himself with what I’m thinking. He keeps salivating over her.
Refocusing on warming her up to sex and what is happening to her body, I quickly put her dress aside before dipping my hand into the waistband of her leggings. They’re tight, clinging to her body.
I have to take a moment to slow myself down. My cock is raging in my pants, dying to get out, to get to her.
Slow and steady. My wolf scolds me when I push her leggings down around the curve of her ass, pushing her panties along with them.
Stopping and listening to him, I sit on the bed before her and kiss first under her bra, then work my way lower as I trail my hands back up.
Her scent is so strong; it’s fruity, lemony, clean, and mixed with the heady scent of arousal. The desire to be buried between her legs, licking her to come, almost overtakes the task at hand.
I press my fingers into her skin, massaging her low back and then farther down, feeling that ass I’ve been so obsessed with. It’s just as soft and voluptuous in person as it was in the video feed.
Leticia lets out a moan. “God, it feels so good when you work on my lower back.”
Noted. My wolf takes that fact so I can focus on her. I run my fingers back up to her lower back again.
She groans, and I know to come back to that and help her through the discomfort.
But one thing at a time. I bring my hands back around her ass and then down her thighs, picking back up where I left off in stripping her out of her leggings.
First around one foot, pulling off the sock with them, and then the other.
From where I’m seated, I look up at her. Still clad in her bra, she’s gorgeous, but I want all of her. I want to see every inch of her.
If she’s reading my mind or just finding a little bit of bravery, I don’t know, but Leticia reaches behind her and unclasps her bra.
Her tits bounce free as she removes the straps from her arms before tossing it aside.
I swallow hard, looking up at her. The dusky rose color of her nipples perfectly complements the light cream color of her skin.
And I despise myself for the mood lighting because I want to see every inch of her flesh in the best light to commit it all to memory.
But I trust there will be time for that later.
I push up off the bed to stand and drag my hands along her body.
Leticia shivers, and then she giggles.
Excitement. My wolf decides.
Wrapping my hands into her hair, I tip her mouth up to mine again and kiss her deeply.
She presses her hand against my chest, and I freeze.
“Tampon.” She looks away from me.
“Lots of research, remember?” I place a kiss against her forehead. “Trust me, I know the first time brings a lot of emotions, and I’m here for every one of them. I’m here for you. We’re doing this together.”
“Okay.” She stretches up onto her toes and kisses me.
My heart pitter-patters, all excited, and heat runs up my neck.
Cautiously, I try moving her over to the bed. Leticia walks the few feet with me and understands that she needs to lie down. With her ass squarely on the blanket, head resting against my pillow, I’m thrilled knowing my whole bed is about to smell like her.
How long can we go without washing the sheets? My wolf provides a conscious thought to the feeling I have that I can’t name. Something so much stronger than love.
I undo my belt and take off my pants. For a second, I think about leaving my boxer briefs on, to give her some experience being touched before coming face to face with her first penis, but ultimately I decide I’d rather her freak out earlier than later if this is too much for her.
But to me, there’s always been something erotic about a partner’s cock pressed against your thigh as they kiss you. Maybe it’ll be the same for her.