“I know, and I’ll do my best not to trigger them.” He eyed the bedroom behind me, as I was still standing in the doorway, and said, “If you don’t want me wearing the towel, I’m guessing you don’t want me in clothes, either?”
I grinned. “Have I told you what a mighty fine specimen of a man you are? Will you lie on the bed and let me trace your ab muscles with my tongue?”
He lifted both eyebrows and reached for his rapidly swelling cock. “Will there be a blow job?”
I shook my head. “I might tease it some with my tongue, but let’s hold off on more, for now.”
I’d given a few guys a short blow job, or worked them with my mouth enough to get them back up when I wasn’t finished with them, but only the super submissive ones who wouldn’t dare move while I was paying attention to them.
“Okay, Buttercup, but when do you get naked?”
I grinned and pulled my shirt off as I said, “That’s a start. You gonna lay on the bed and let me play?”
He stepped to me, put his hands on my shoulders, and asked, “You know I’m not likely to behave, right? I’ll go slow, try not to startle you, but you aren’t gonna get a passive Ken doll who’ll just let you have your way.”
“Yeah. I had a few hints in that direction. Well see if it works. If it doesn’t…” I shrugged, “then I guess it just wasn’t meant to be.”
“Oh no, it’s meant to be. If it doesn’t work, we’ll figure something else out.” He seemed so sure. I wished I was as convinced.
He walked to the bed and stretched out, but then sat up and asked, “Can you put your hair in a ponytail, or something? I like to play with hair, it’s just kind of a habit. If it’s in a ponytail, I won’t be tempted.”
Part of me wanted to apologize for being broken, but the stubborn bitch inside me refused. He was going to have to accept me as is, if this was going to work. Still, I was sorry he couldn’t play with my hair. Sorry for both of us. Maybe I’d tell him later, but not now.
I went to the bathroom, got a ponytail holder, and pulled my hair back. As I returned, I quipped, “I don’t know what you did in a past life to be gifted with such a beautiful cock, but damn, Brain.”
He was sprawled on the bed, as if he were king, waiting for someone in his harem to come service him. His hands were at the back of his head, which was propped on a fluffy pillow, and he had one leg bent, knee pointing towards the ceiling, with the other angled out so I had an excellent view of his balls.
Some men lay in bed and wait for orders. Brain would never be one of those men. Even lying in bed, flat on his back, he was clearly used to being in charge.
I plopped on the bed beside him and traced his ab muscles with a single finger, then dipped down to trace the muscle at his hipbone, all the way down to the area around his cock.
Brain groaned, but stayed still for me, and I moved up the bed to kiss him. He parted his mouth to let my tongue in, but he kissed me back, his tongue pressing into my mouth as well. When I pulled back, a little out of breath, he warned, “You can play, but don’t tease, Buttercup.”
“How about if I sit on your face while I play with your chest and abs, and maybe your cock a little?”
His grin was all the answer I needed, and as I turned around, his hands came out from behind his head to help situate me where he wanted me.
I groaned as his tongue went into my pussy, and I leaned forward to lick the tantalizing dips and bulges of his abs, tracing them back and forth with fingers and tongue.
* * * *
Brain
My wolf wasn’t going to lie still much longer, and I was surprised he’d let her play the ten minutes he’d given her, but I instinctively knew I shouldn’t move an inch while her tongue licked the shaft of my cock. Her mouth had once been repeatedly raped, and I knew I couldn’t do anything to bring those memories back. I’d worked her up with my tongue in her pussy, thankful I could make it thicker and longer, but careful to stay away from her clit. However, it was time for more.
I used my supernatural strength to pick her up and turn her around. Most girls didn’t realize it shouldn’t be possible, and she was already in the air before I remembered she’d know, but it was too late by then. I settled her on the bed as I sat up and then went to my knees, and then touched her cheek, careful to keep my touch soft. “Ready to climb on and ride, Buttercup?”
She nodded through a fog of arousal, and I put a condom on as fast as possible. As she climbed on, I made my cock a little shorter so I wouldn’t hit her cervix. This made it wider, because the extra length had to go somewhere, but she handled it fine and within moments her body was undulating as she moved on my cock.