at him.
“I love you as wolf,” she told him in a low voice. “And when we make love, I imagine the wolf is with me, too. Ferocious and claiming and demanding.”
He licked at her again, then gathered himself and changed back into human form.
“Then let’s do it now,” he told her. “Only you have too many clothes on.”
“I can fix that.” She cast a seductive look over her shoulder as she raced for the stairs, pulling off her clothes as she went.
By the time he reached her bedroom, she was standing in the middle of the room, cheeks stained with the flush of desire, eyes bright with need. He paused to drink in the sight of her, the firm breasts with the dusky nipples, the nipped in waist and slightly rounded tummy, the nest of dark curls guarding the entrance to her pussy. Her scent was everywhere, the musk of her arousal, and it made him painfully hard.
Slow, slow, slow. For once don’t rush it.
He forced himself to take a deep breath, let it out on a slow exhale, then drop to his knees before her. He slid his hands around to cup the cheeks of her ass as he inhaled her, then probed through her curls to the wet flesh beneath them. God, she was so delicious. The tip of his tongue found her clit and danced back and forth over it. She shivered in his grasp, and erotic little sounds echoed from her.
He spent a lot of time tasting her, rubbing his face against her, sliding his tongue the length of her slit again and again. She leaned into him, moaning, the sounds so pleasurable to him.
Cale had been with a lot of women, probably far too many, but none had ever been so honestly sensuous, so totally responsive as this one.
It was meant to be.
There it was in his head again and he knew it was true.
Rising from the floor, his hands still holding her, he carried her to the bed. Shifting her against him so he could use one hand, he ripped back the covers and lowered her to the cool, cotton sheets. Now he spread her thighs wide so her pussy was fully exposed to him, a feast of pink flesh.
He went back to work on her with his mouth, nipping at her clit, then probing her hot, delicious channel with his tongue. She bucked beneath his onslaught, begging him for her release, but he kept her just on the edge. For what he planned to do tonight, he needed her as hot and ready as he could get her. Twice he brought her to the edge of orgasm, and twice he backed off, ignoring her desperate pleas.
He ate at her as if she was a banquet and he was a starving man. Her taste invaded him, permeating all his senses, accentuated by her erotic little moans and cries. He plunged his tongue in and out of her cunt, lapping her cream, then dragging it down between the rounded cheeks of her ass to the tiny hole that waited too temptingly for him. When he touched it with the tip of his tongue she cried out, pushing herself towards him.
He lifted his face, his mouth slick with her cream. “Do you know what I’m going to do now?” he asked.
She nodded, staring down at him wordlessly, her lips parted.
“Tell me you’re okay with it.” He heard the harsh edge to his voice and swallowed it back.
“I’m okay with whatever you want to do, Cale . With me. To me. It’s all good. Just do it. Please.”
He pressed kisses along the inside of first one thigh then the other before turning her over. Lifting her to her hands and knees, he grabbed pillows from the head of the bed to prop beneath her tummy. He stared transfixed at the winking opening of her anus as he scooped more of her cream from her lusciously wet pussy to paint the tight skin.
It took every effort of will to insert one finger very slowly, smoothly the lube inside her very tight opening. She made a soft little noise as he penetrated her all the way to the last knuckle. When he was sure she’d adjusted to it, he slowly inserted a second finger alongside the first and began to scissor them, stretching those tissues to make her ready for him.
He leant forward and traced
“I love you as wolf,” she told him in a low voice. “And when we make love, I imagine the wolf is with me, too. Ferocious and claiming and demanding.”
He licked at her again, then gathered himself and changed back into human form.
“Then let’s do it now,” he told her. “Only you have too many clothes on.”
“I can fix that.” She cast a seductive look over her shoulder as she raced for the stairs, pulling off her clothes as she went.
By the time he reached her bedroom, she was standing in the middle of the room, cheeks stained with the flush of desire, eyes bright with need. He paused to drink in the sight of her, the firm breasts with the dusky nipples, the nipped in waist and slightly rounded tummy, the nest of dark curls guarding the entrance to her pussy. Her scent was everywhere, the musk of her arousal, and it made him painfully hard.
Slow, slow, slow. For once don’t rush it.
He forced himself to take a deep breath, let it out on a slow exhale, then drop to his knees before her. He slid his hands around to cup the cheeks of her ass as he inhaled her, then probed through her curls to the wet flesh beneath them. God, she was so delicious. The tip of his tongue found her clit and danced back and forth over it. She shivered in his grasp, and erotic little sounds echoed from her.
He spent a lot of time tasting her, rubbing his face against her, sliding his tongue the length of her slit again and again. She leaned into him, moaning, the sounds so pleasurable to him.
Cale had been with a lot of women, probably far too many, but none had ever been so honestly sensuous, so totally responsive as this one.
It was meant to be.
There it was in his head again and he knew it was true.
Rising from the floor, his hands still holding her, he carried her to the bed. Shifting her against him so he could use one hand, he ripped back the covers and lowered her to the cool, cotton sheets. Now he spread her thighs wide so her pussy was fully exposed to him, a feast of pink flesh.
He went back to work on her with his mouth, nipping at her clit, then probing her hot, delicious channel with his tongue. She bucked beneath his onslaught, begging him for her release, but he kept her just on the edge. For what he planned to do tonight, he needed her as hot and ready as he could get her. Twice he brought her to the edge of orgasm, and twice he backed off, ignoring her desperate pleas.
He ate at her as if she was a banquet and he was a starving man. Her taste invaded him, permeating all his senses, accentuated by her erotic little moans and cries. He plunged his tongue in and out of her cunt, lapping her cream, then dragging it down between the rounded cheeks of her ass to the tiny hole that waited too temptingly for him. When he touched it with the tip of his tongue she cried out, pushing herself towards him.
He lifted his face, his mouth slick with her cream. “Do you know what I’m going to do now?” he asked.
She nodded, staring down at him wordlessly, her lips parted.
“Tell me you’re okay with it.” He heard the harsh edge to his voice and swallowed it back.
“I’m okay with whatever you want to do, Cale . With me. To me. It’s all good. Just do it. Please.”
He pressed kisses along the inside of first one thigh then the other before turning her over. Lifting her to her hands and knees, he grabbed pillows from the head of the bed to prop beneath her tummy. He stared transfixed at the winking opening of her anus as he scooped more of her cream from her lusciously wet pussy to paint the tight skin.
It took every effort of will to insert one finger very slowly, smoothly the lube inside her very tight opening. She made a soft little noise as he penetrated her all the way to the last knuckle. When he was sure she’d adjusted to it, he slowly inserted a second finger alongside the first and began to scissor them, stretching those tissues to make her ready for him.
He leant forward and traced
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