Wolf Moon by Desiree Holt

sharp sound as her finger invaded him, pulled in by the hot, tight channel. Reaching around in front of him she cupped his testicles. Her nails raked lightly over the sensitive surface as she began to move her finger in and out of him in a steady motion.
    “Jesus Christ, Alexa.” The words exploded from him. “You’ll make me come before I want to.”
    She nipped his shoulder again, those perfect, even white teeth sending tiny electric shocks through him. “Does it feel good, Jesse? Oh, yes, I can tell it does. Your cock is enormous.”
    “Yes, it feels great,” he gritted through clenched teeth. “Better than great.”
    “Have you ever let another woman do this?”
    It took him a long time to get the answer out.
    “No. Never.” He drew in a sharp breath. “I…never wanted to get this personal with anyone else.”
    “Good. That’s good.” And all the while her fingers were doing wicked, clever things to him.
    “This is what it feels like when my cock is stuffed in your ass, isn’t it?”
    “Yes.” The word was barely a whisper.
    Even in the short time they’d been together, he knew when he was inside her nothing else mattered. Not to either of them. Everything was centered on his hot erection filling every corner of her body. Of her soul, damn it. And his.
    And what did he do about that?
     
    Exultation coursed through Alexa as she realized they had crossed some invisible boundary of intimacy. Jesse gave her such mind-blowing pleasure, and now she was able to do the same for him. At the same time, a tiny voice sounded an alarm.
    Don’t think this is going anywhere, little wolf. Remember the last time.
    Deliberately, she pushed the warning voice aside and slid her finger from Jesse’s ass, lightly scraping the tissue as she did so. Urging him with her hands, she turned him so he faced her. His face was taut with passion, his cock swollen and throbbing.
    She forced herself to move at the same, slow pace she’d used on his back, swirling the lather through the dark hairs on the hard wall of his chest. Her fingertips lightly pinched his dusky nipples, and his penis bobbed against her abdomen.
    When she could no longer restrain herself, she took his erection in her hands. The head was dark purple, engorged with blood. The ropy vein running down the underside pulsed with life. Scooping water into her hands, she rinsed the soap from his shaft and began to stroke him with an unhurried rhythm. Wanting more, needing more, she dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth. Deep inside her, a primitive pounding vibrated the walls of her channel, reaching out through her womb and spreading throughout her entire body.
    Her breasts felt heavy, and her nipples ached for the feel of Jesse’s mouth on them. God, this man had become like a drug to her. One touch, one glancing caress, and she went up in flames. She was in such big trouble.
    Suddenly, his hands were on either side of her head, lifting her despite her protests.
    “Much as I want to come in your mouth,” he rasped, “and feel my liquid sliding down that beautiful throat, I have to be inside you. Now.”
    He slid the shower door open enough to reach the condom he’d left on the counter. A quick movement of his hand and he was sheathed. Pressing her against the wall, his strong arms reached under her and lifted her thighs, opening her wide to him. One flex of his hips and he was seated to the balls, filling every inch of her slick channel.
    She gripped his arms tightly, nails digging into his rigid biceps. She wanted it to last, wanted to hold onto it. But finger-fucking his ass had turned her on so, and the night’s activities had given her such an adrenaline high, she began to climax almost at once.
    A low, keening sound rolled from her partly-open mouth, her cunt gripping his cock like a suction cup. He held her while her pelvis thrust out at him and spasms shook her. She pulled herself as tightly to him as she could, the heated tissues of her