“I’d like to make it to a bed before I fuck you again, but, damn it, if you don’t stop it, I’m going to take you like a rutting animal again.”
“But I liked it,” she replied, giggling when he added a burst of speed.
Quicker than she would have believed possible, considering how long she’d wandered around lost, they made it to the cabin.
He let her slide down his body. Both naked, their skin melded together. Her breasts squashed against his chest, but she didn’t care. He kissed her like a starving man, sucking her lower lip before delving into her mouth with his tongue. Their tongues danced together for a while, but an insistent prodding against her lower belly kept distracting her. Pulling back, she reached down to grab him, then wrapped her hand firmly around his thick shaft. Like silk- covered steel, his cock fascinated her, and she wanted to explore its length. But knowing where it had been, she needed to bathe it first. Pulling him as if his dick were a leash, she led him into his bathroom, where he’d rigged a shower stall.
She wasn’t sure how he got water to the cabin. Maybe he had a well. She didn’t really care. All that mattered was that when she turned on the faucet, warm water poured out.
There was something about standing in a shower naked with someone that was strangely intimate. Sure, they’d had sex out in the woods. He’d seen her naked, and she’d seen him naked, but in the confined space of the bathtub with the shower curtain drawn, it became more intimate. Not to mention steamy.
Under the hot spray, their mouths found each other, and a frenzy of kissing ensued. It involved a lot of tongue and stroking of bodies. Even with their recent bout in the woods, his cock still poked at her readily and she gripped him in a wet palm, sliding her hand back and forth, enjoying the hard, thick feel of him. Even naughtier, she wanted to taste him.
She soaped his body quickly. Through their bond she could feel his amusement at her eagerness, but even more exciting, she could sense his arousal. When she had him clean to her satisfaction, a gesture he’d reciprocated on her body, she positioned him under the spray, which blocked it from hitting her but kept the air hot and steamy. She dropped to her knees in the tub and put herself eye-to-eye with his shaft. As if to say hello, it jerked and a bead formed on the tip. Grasping him tightly around the base, she licked the salty droplet, a move that earned her a groan. Still lapping at him, she looked up and caught her breath. Aidan gazed down at her with smoky eyes. She could see the hunger on his face and, through their link, how much he loved, cherished, and wanted her. A heady sensation, but she had harder things in need of her attention right now.
Opening her mouth wide, she went to work, sliding her wet orifice down the length of his cock. She moaned around her mouthful when his fingers tangled in her wet hair, pulling at it deliciously, the pain heightening her burgeoning desire. She used one hand to hold his cock steady as she sucked and slurped away, the pleasure indicator easy to follow in how his fingers tightened in her hair and his breath came short or, even better, he let loose a groan.
But she wanted him wild, losing his mind like he’d done to her since the moment they’d met. Her free hand came up to fondle his heavy sac. She kneaded his balls, squeezing them, but it was when she stroked the soft skin right behind that she finally found what she was looking for. He jerked, and the muscles in his thighs tightened.
“Stop before you make me lose it,” he growled.
Her response? Suck harder and stroke with a firm finger the sensitive skin hidden by his sac. His hands tried to pull her away, halfheartedly, and still she suctioned him. She knew the moment of his release had arrived when his whole body went rigid and, with a moaning sigh, he said “Sophia.” The spurting warmth in her mouth made her swallow eagerly even as the throbbing in her pussy intensified; she knew her turn was next. She could read his intent thanks to their bond.
And she couldn’t wait.
There wasn’t a man-or shifter-alive who wouldn’t agree that getting a BJ was the best thing a girl could give you. Even better when she swallowed. But with his pleasure sated, Aidan needed to step up to the plate. He could clearly smell and sense his mate’s desire. The scent was delicious, and it made him hungry. The shower, however, wasn’t a great place for the type of pleasure he wanted to give her.
He turned off the water and wrapped a fluffy towel around her, then carried her back to his bed. He tossed her onto the mattress, and she bounced, which caused the towel to fall away and revealed her perfect body-perfect for him at least.
Heavy breasts with large puckered nipples, an indented waist, flaring hips, and a rounded tummy he wanted to bury his face in. Her creamy round thighs were closed, but he could imagine the pink treasure hidden between them. He’d shortly become well acquainted with that delight.
First, though, he wanted to worship her breasts. They demanded attention, and he wouldn’t deny them. After crawling up onto the bed, he grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs apart. He loved her soft cry and heavy lidded eyes. He crawled up between her parted legs. As he did so, he tried not to look down. He had a different objective, but, what the hell, he was a man, and he had to look at her pussy. Unlike many modern women, while she kept her bush short, she didn’t shave it bald. The natural presence of hair was something he liked. Perhaps it was because of his wolf side or maybe he just liked his pussy old-style. Whatever the case, he thanked his stars as he ran a finger through her curls to the silken slit of her mound.
She shuddered, and wetness coated his finger. She was so ready for him. He hated to torture her, but he wanted to make up for their quickie in the woods, show her the heights he could take her to as her man, her mate.
He moved forward ‘til the crown of his cock just barely touched her nether lips. She sighed and wiggled her hips, but he stayed just out of reach, only teasing her with light touches. Before she could protest-he could see her brow creasing in frustration-he latched onto one of her nipples and almost accidentally sheathed her when she bucked hard under him.
Her hands came up and grabbed his shoulders, her nails digging in as he sucked and bit at her sensitive peak. She kept bucking under him like a spirited filly, and his recently sated desire came roaring back. How could it not when she moaned so sweetly and her scent filled the air like the most erotic of perfumes?
As he pushed her mounds together, he lavished attention on her turgid points, drawing her nipples out with hard sucks that made her thrash.
Only when she mewled his name with a drawn-out
He’d hoped for a lot of things in his mate. A passion to match his own, however, was better than a dream come true. He rubbed his way down over the curve of her belly and nuzzled her soft curls. She twitched and writhed at his touch, her impatience and desire begging for release. He took his time, first tickling with the tip of his tongue the soft skin of her inner thigh. It was only when he transferred his butterfly caresses to the other side that she begged.
“Aidan, please.”
He covered her sex with his mouth, and she almost knocked him off her body, she bucked so hard. Chuckling at her passionate response, he wrapped his arms around her thighs and locked her down before opening wide to taste her again.
Anchored and unable to thrash, she keened at his touch and he lost himself in the pleasure of tasting her. Her channel was thick with her cream, and he stabbed his tongue deep, lapping at her inner core. When he switched tactics and suddenly latched onto her swollen, sensitive clit, she came hard almost instantly. Her scream rang out in the room like the sweetest of music and he flicked at her nub faster. He loosened one hand from where he held her down to delve between her silken folds. Two fingers he plunged into her sex, catching the rippling waves of her orgasm. The clutching wetness of her channel affected him greatly.
In torturing her, he tortured himself, and he couldn’t take any more. He slid up her body and caught her lips with his as he sheathed himself in one stroke. She fit around him like a tight, moist glove and he angled himself to plunge deeper, seeking her g-spot. He knew he’d found it when her fingers scrabbled at his back, pulling him closer and scratching him in her frenzy.
