“You were letting me touch you.”
“Was I?”
“You let me touch you here, and told me what to do with it.”
“That doesn’t sound like something I’d do.”
“I told you it was a dream.”
“And what did I tell you to do in this dream?”
“You told me to—to cup you here .” Her feather-light touch on the underside of his sac made his ass clench. “Told me to hold you tight here .” Her fingers squeezed the base of his shaft. Not tight—not in his opinion—but for all he knew, she was giving it a hell of an effort. “Told me to squeeze you up to the top, like this.” Her fist worked up his dry shaft, the gentle friction curling his toes, and the scent of her arousal making his cock leak.
She stared at it, befuddled. Has she never touched a dick before?
“It’s pre-cum.”
“What?”
“Pre-cum. Seeps out when we’re aroused.”
“What am I supposed to do with it?”
“Supposed to? Nothing.”
“I didn’t see that in my dream.”
“I’m sure the imagination has its limits. Never had the opportunity to fondle a cock, I guess?”
Biting her lip, she gave her head a shake. “Never wanted to touch anyone’s before now. Wolves back home don’t exactly evoke thoughts of passion.”
“That’s a shame.”
“It is what it is.” She slipped her fist back down to the base, and them up to head, this time running her fingers across the slit. “Slick.”
“Supposed to be. It has its uses.”
“Oh.” She leaned down as if to inspect it more closely, and he chuckled softly, humoring her, because when was he ever going to have such an experience again? The woman could dismantle and reassemble a gun that she probably didn’t weigh enough to properly shoot, and could likely hot-wire a car and disarm a bomb, if she were so inclined, but she’d never fiddled with a cock. He was happy to enlighten her.
Suddenly, her pink tongue flashed out in the dark and lapped up the slick pre-ejaculate from the head. She couldn’t stop him from grabbing her wrists this time. “Christina—”
“I told you I was going to show you what I was doing in my dream.”
“You were licking my cock in your dream?”
“You let me.”
“So it’s my fault?” Made sense. Of course it was . Somehow, it had to be.
“ Let me.” She shook off his hands and wrapped both of hers around his shaft, leaving the head exposed.
“You don’t have to.”
“You keep telling me what I don’t have to do, and disregarding everything I want to do.”
Stunned, he closed his mouth. Was that what he’d been doing?
She lowered her head, and her dark hair fell like a curtain to obscure her face, and his cock.
Her tongue lashed against his slit and around the head, teasing, tickling, arousing, and all he could do was fist the sheets beneath him and clamp his teeth hard.
Already, his nuts were drawn up tight, and the fire in his belly warned that he’d certainly embarrass himself soon if she kept up her torture. But, he stayed still because she wanted to do this to him. Maybe if she saw the consequences of her actions, she’d be disinclined to push him further.
So, he relaxed as much as he could, and let her lick. Gently suck. Rub and fondle. So gentle, she was. So curious.
“Hard to get my mouth around,” she whispered.
He pressed his lips together, because she wanted to do this, and discouraging her would be a wasted effort. Besides, what man—or wolf—would ever say no to this?
She went at it again, moving her top hand so she could lick all around his shaft, and then her bottom hand worked up and down to spread the slickness she’d created. Her mouth closed around his head and sucked as she pulled him in.
Suck and pull, again and again. Rhythmless, but enthusiastic. It might have been the sweetest blowjob he’d ever received, but he expected no less from her. Everything about her is sweet.
“Am I hurting you?”
He barely managed to suppress the snort. “No, little wolf, you’d have to try a
“Was I?”
“You let me touch you here, and told me what to do with it.”
“That doesn’t sound like something I’d do.”
“I told you it was a dream.”
“And what did I tell you to do in this dream?”
“You told me to—to cup you here .” Her feather-light touch on the underside of his sac made his ass clench. “Told me to hold you tight here .” Her fingers squeezed the base of his shaft. Not tight—not in his opinion—but for all he knew, she was giving it a hell of an effort. “Told me to squeeze you up to the top, like this.” Her fist worked up his dry shaft, the gentle friction curling his toes, and the scent of her arousal making his cock leak.
She stared at it, befuddled. Has she never touched a dick before?
“It’s pre-cum.”
“What?”
“Pre-cum. Seeps out when we’re aroused.”
“What am I supposed to do with it?”
“Supposed to? Nothing.”
“I didn’t see that in my dream.”
“I’m sure the imagination has its limits. Never had the opportunity to fondle a cock, I guess?”
Biting her lip, she gave her head a shake. “Never wanted to touch anyone’s before now. Wolves back home don’t exactly evoke thoughts of passion.”
“That’s a shame.”
“It is what it is.” She slipped her fist back down to the base, and them up to head, this time running her fingers across the slit. “Slick.”
“Supposed to be. It has its uses.”
“Oh.” She leaned down as if to inspect it more closely, and he chuckled softly, humoring her, because when was he ever going to have such an experience again? The woman could dismantle and reassemble a gun that she probably didn’t weigh enough to properly shoot, and could likely hot-wire a car and disarm a bomb, if she were so inclined, but she’d never fiddled with a cock. He was happy to enlighten her.
Suddenly, her pink tongue flashed out in the dark and lapped up the slick pre-ejaculate from the head. She couldn’t stop him from grabbing her wrists this time. “Christina—”
“I told you I was going to show you what I was doing in my dream.”
“You were licking my cock in your dream?”
“You let me.”
“So it’s my fault?” Made sense. Of course it was . Somehow, it had to be.
“ Let me.” She shook off his hands and wrapped both of hers around his shaft, leaving the head exposed.
“You don’t have to.”
“You keep telling me what I don’t have to do, and disregarding everything I want to do.”
Stunned, he closed his mouth. Was that what he’d been doing?
She lowered her head, and her dark hair fell like a curtain to obscure her face, and his cock.
Her tongue lashed against his slit and around the head, teasing, tickling, arousing, and all he could do was fist the sheets beneath him and clamp his teeth hard.
Already, his nuts were drawn up tight, and the fire in his belly warned that he’d certainly embarrass himself soon if she kept up her torture. But, he stayed still because she wanted to do this to him. Maybe if she saw the consequences of her actions, she’d be disinclined to push him further.
So, he relaxed as much as he could, and let her lick. Gently suck. Rub and fondle. So gentle, she was. So curious.
“Hard to get my mouth around,” she whispered.
He pressed his lips together, because she wanted to do this, and discouraging her would be a wasted effort. Besides, what man—or wolf—would ever say no to this?
She went at it again, moving her top hand so she could lick all around his shaft, and then her bottom hand worked up and down to spread the slickness she’d created. Her mouth closed around his head and sucked as she pulled him in.
Suck and pull, again and again. Rhythmless, but enthusiastic. It might have been the sweetest blowjob he’d ever received, but he expected no less from her. Everything about her is sweet.
“Am I hurting you?”
He barely managed to suppress the snort. “No, little wolf, you’d have to try a
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