SHAPESHIFTER ROMANCE: Protection of the Wolf (Paranormal Shifter Army Navy Seal Protector Alpha Wolf Romance) (Fantasy Military Action Adventure Urban Werewolf Romance Short Stories) by Emma Taylor Page A
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at all shy about what was to happen.
Alex, on the other hand, stood frozen. This was all happening too quickly for her. She was the sort of person who needed time to sort things out before she made decisions.
He could sense her confusion. He walked over to her and sat her on the bed. He took her face in his hands and lowered his face and kissed her.
They sank back into the bed, into the soft comforter. Thomas unbuttoned her blouse and guided it gently off her shoulders.
He got up and lit two candles on the nightstand and then rejoined her on the bed. She was trembling a little.
“Hey,” he said, “is this your…”
“No, it’s not,” she said laughing. “I wasn’t that much of a geek! I had a few boyfriends in my time.”
He took off her slacks and let her lay there with her bra and panties on. He lay next to her then and they were both quiet.
“What was it like,” he asked, “living in New York? I always wondered about you over there, thinking you were living this exciting life in the Big Apple.”
Alex told him stories about her father and his apartment building and they both laughed until they cried. She talked about walking to school in the crowded streets, and about her best friends and what they did for fun in a city of eight million people.
“A lot of New York City kids are more sheltered than you’d think,” she said. “All a lot of us knew was the city.”
He stroked her hair as she spoke, and then made a path across her body with his fingers. He told her stories about surfing, about the “cool” California kids and how he always wondered if he fit in.
He kissed again when it got quiet, this time with an urgency that surprised her. Very slowly he moved down and began to kiss her body, starting at her toes and moving slowly to her knees and then up to her thighs and then her groin. She cried out, lost now in her own desire, both of her hands grasping his head, pushing him further into her sweet wetness.
Before he lost her in the moment, he stood up and quickly took off his pants, and then he slowly lowered himself on top of her, being careful to be gentle, wanting her to know that his gentleness was his way of telling her that in this moment, she was the only person in his universe, that he wanted nothing more than to stay with, for a day, for a week---long enough to have her completely, not just to be inside of her, but to have her in a way he’d never had anyone before.
His fingers reached into her hair, and he grabbed handfuls of it and held them with his fists. He slowly pushed inside of her by pulling her panties aside. He moved with her, faster and with deliberate intention, being sure she was with him, that their movements were synced, that her moaning matched his in regular rhythm.
There was an urgency to his strokes as he moved inside of her, a feeling that he wanted to devour her completely. She joined his intensity, pushing against him, not wanting the moment to end. She raised her buttocks to meet his strokes and they both cried out then, releasing their uncertainty.
They both laid there for a while, but Thom wasn’t finished. He kissed her beautiful breasts and moved his hands gently up and down her legs, letting his fingers glide across her stomach, teasing her and hoping she wanted more.
“Let’s stay in bed all day tomorrow,” he said. “What I would give to stay here all day with you.”
She kissed him with so much enthusiasm then that it was clear to him that he’d said something that made her heart sing a little.
She straddled his stomach on the bed and looked down into his eyes. “I’m not sure this is the right thing to do,” she said. “But for the first time in my life, I don’t really care.”
She touched his groin and stroked him, waiting for him to get hard again. And then she mounted him, moving up and down, holding her hair back with one hand, staring into his green eyes.
“I really like you Thomas,” she
Alex, on the other hand, stood frozen. This was all happening too quickly for her. She was the sort of person who needed time to sort things out before she made decisions.
He could sense her confusion. He walked over to her and sat her on the bed. He took her face in his hands and lowered his face and kissed her.
They sank back into the bed, into the soft comforter. Thomas unbuttoned her blouse and guided it gently off her shoulders.
He got up and lit two candles on the nightstand and then rejoined her on the bed. She was trembling a little.
“Hey,” he said, “is this your…”
“No, it’s not,” she said laughing. “I wasn’t that much of a geek! I had a few boyfriends in my time.”
He took off her slacks and let her lay there with her bra and panties on. He lay next to her then and they were both quiet.
“What was it like,” he asked, “living in New York? I always wondered about you over there, thinking you were living this exciting life in the Big Apple.”
Alex told him stories about her father and his apartment building and they both laughed until they cried. She talked about walking to school in the crowded streets, and about her best friends and what they did for fun in a city of eight million people.
“A lot of New York City kids are more sheltered than you’d think,” she said. “All a lot of us knew was the city.”
He stroked her hair as she spoke, and then made a path across her body with his fingers. He told her stories about surfing, about the “cool” California kids and how he always wondered if he fit in.
He kissed again when it got quiet, this time with an urgency that surprised her. Very slowly he moved down and began to kiss her body, starting at her toes and moving slowly to her knees and then up to her thighs and then her groin. She cried out, lost now in her own desire, both of her hands grasping his head, pushing him further into her sweet wetness.
Before he lost her in the moment, he stood up and quickly took off his pants, and then he slowly lowered himself on top of her, being careful to be gentle, wanting her to know that his gentleness was his way of telling her that in this moment, she was the only person in his universe, that he wanted nothing more than to stay with, for a day, for a week---long enough to have her completely, not just to be inside of her, but to have her in a way he’d never had anyone before.
His fingers reached into her hair, and he grabbed handfuls of it and held them with his fists. He slowly pushed inside of her by pulling her panties aside. He moved with her, faster and with deliberate intention, being sure she was with him, that their movements were synced, that her moaning matched his in regular rhythm.
There was an urgency to his strokes as he moved inside of her, a feeling that he wanted to devour her completely. She joined his intensity, pushing against him, not wanting the moment to end. She raised her buttocks to meet his strokes and they both cried out then, releasing their uncertainty.
They both laid there for a while, but Thom wasn’t finished. He kissed her beautiful breasts and moved his hands gently up and down her legs, letting his fingers glide across her stomach, teasing her and hoping she wanted more.
“Let’s stay in bed all day tomorrow,” he said. “What I would give to stay here all day with you.”
She kissed him with so much enthusiasm then that it was clear to him that he’d said something that made her heart sing a little.
She straddled his stomach on the bed and looked down into his eyes. “I’m not sure this is the right thing to do,” she said. “But for the first time in my life, I don’t really care.”
She touched his groin and stroked him, waiting for him to get hard again. And then she mounted him, moving up and down, holding her hair back with one hand, staring into his green eyes.
“I really like you Thomas,” she
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