I moaned, reaching my hands around to grasp his ass while I let him take over and fuck my mouth. I focused on the rub of his shaft over my tongue. The slight gag I still couldn’t completely eliminate when the head hit the top of my throat before I swallowed him down. The taste of salt and seed that coated my lips and cheeks and tongue as he rode in and out. I focused on the feel of his fingers clenching in my hair then rubbing against my scalp only to clench again as if he couldn’t control himself.
I focused on the way he made me feel. Yes, I was servicing him, but the pleasure of the moment was equally shared between us. In fact, I might have felt more, which sounded ridiculous, but was true all the same. With each swallow, my sex clenched and grew liquid. It only made sense to move one of my hands, slide it down my body and into my panties until I could stroke myself in tandem with the rhythm he set. My nipples were rock-hard. My orgasm rose within me, and I crested with it just before he came down my throat with a roar.
Before I could even catch my breath, he had me stripped from the waist down and sitting on the sink counter. My legs were forced wide as he knelt between them and used his fingers and tongue to keep me immersed in the pleasure washing through me. I rapped my head on the mirror behind me, my fingers scrambling over the glass for purchase. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t catch my breath no matter how much I gasped and mewled. And Simon continued consuming my sex until I saw stars.
“Simon.” I wasn’t sure if he’d heard me, but he lifted his head just long enough to give me an order.
“Breathe, baby, and let me enjoy my treat.”
My lungs kicked in as if they’d only been waiting on his permission.
“Simon,” I said again, and he glanced up at me, his face shiny with my pleasure. He licked his lips as if savoring the taste of me then placed a kiss on my inner thigh.
“You’re the sweetest treat I’ve ever tasted.”
I giggled and enjoyed the way his expression softened at the sound. This amazing man—no this wolf man—loved me. He loved me. It made no sense how quickly we’d fallen for one another, but everything I was learning told me it was normal when it came to shifters. They knew their mates instantly and didn’t need prolonged periods of time to date and explore and figure out if a relationship was what they wanted. They dove in, believing fully that they’d found the one person they were meant to be with. No hesitation. No questioning.
“I love you, Simon.”
He stared at me, not dropping our connection as he stood. My gaze automatically dropped, and I saw he was back at full mast. His recovery speed was definitely a plus in the “why I love having a shifter as my mate” column. How insatiable he was topped that list, as well.
“Say it again,” he commanded, and I smiled.
“I love you.” I started to voice how weird it was to feel that so soon, but it wasn’t. Not anymore. Now, it was normal and right. God, it was perfectly right.
“I love you, Cecilia. I have from the moment I felt you.” He patted his chest right over his heart. “A lifetime won’t be enough time with you. I want endless lifetimes spent loving you.”
“Yes,” I agreed and didn’t say another word as he helped me to my feet.
We took our time removing the rest of our clothes, stopping to share soft kisses as we caressed each other. Simon turned on the water while I laid out towels, then we stepped into the shower together.
It was the most sensual shower I’d ever had. We took our time. I used a washcloth on him while he took the loofah and ran it over my skin until I had goosebumps, despite the steam that surrounded us. We kissed constantly as if our lips were magnetized to each other. When he lifted me against the shower wall, I wrapped my legs around his hips and my arms around his shoulders.
We didn’t have words. We were both lost in the emotion, in the sensations. We kissed and touched, and he was so deep inside me, surrounding me, that it was as if we were one person. One soul. Something shattered inside me, as if a wall were crumbling down, and suddenly, Simon was there. I felt what he was feeling. The pleasure he found in my body, in the brush of my skin, the shape of my breasts, the feel of my sex contracting around him as we moved together. I understood how he loved the texture of my hair and the way it smelled of mint.
Then I heard his voice in my mind.
I feel you. Not just you, but the pleasure you’re experiencing with me.
I nodded. Yes, I…feel it, too. Does this mean…?
We’re connected. Fully. I didn’t realize it would kick in this strong this quickly. Not with…
Me being human?
I felt his guilt and smiled.
“I can’t change what I am any more than you can change the fact you love me,” I said aloud.
“Never,” he swore, pressing deep and staying there.
“We may not know how everything will play out with us. Our relationship is different than those of the rest of your pack. Though I’m human, it’s even different from the one between my dad and Leslie. Which means we get to grow and explore together. Learn as we go. And I can’t think of anything more exciting as long as I’m doing it with you.”
“I love you, Cecilia. I’ll spend every day of the rest of my life loving you.”
“Focus on loving me right now, Simon,” I urged, wiggling my hips against
