Brain(68)

When she finally started moving, I couldn’t remain passive another second. My hands landed on her hips, but I didn’t use them to move her — I merely let them go up and down as she rode me. A few minutes later I grit my teeth, kept my hands relaxed, and said, “Faster, Buttercup.”

“When you look at me like that, I want to do whatever you ask,” she said, breathless as she sped, her body moving up and down faster, her hands leaning harder on my chest.

When she came this time, I had to drive the wolf down, and used the last of my willpower to force my body to lie on the floor while she used me. Harmony finished in a blaze of emotions and smells, and fell forward on my chest, exhausted and gasping for air.

I held her with my arms loose, stroked her back with gentle touches. When she’d finally caught her breath, she said, “You didn’t… I can use my hands, to get you off?”

I shook my head. “I’ll sit across the room and masturbate for you again. I have to fuck something to get off, a simple hand job won’t do it, and I don’t want to do anything aggressive to you. Not after the beautiful orgasms you just had.”

“No, dammit! I’m going to get you off.”

Her eyes were fierce, and I believed her, understood it was important, so I said, “Okay. Why don’t you sit on my face again, let me drive you crazy, work you up again? Then, if you’ll trust me a little, we can try a few experiments, some live trials to see what works.”

She tasted so sweet this time, so fucking sexy, my wolf came to the surface and I let him, hoping he could help me figure out how to dominate her enough for me to get off without sending her conscious mind away again.

When her hips seemed to be grinding of their own accord, and her moans made my wolf want to lick her from head to toe, I lifted her and went to my knees, then stood as I settled her at my front so she could wrap her legs around my waist. I sat on the edge of the sofa, leaned back, and planted my feet so I could fuck her from here, when it was time.

“Lean down and kiss me,” I ordered, and she did without even thinking about it. I wanted to grip her nape, hold her still while I kissed her senseless, but knew it was out of the question. Instead, I touched her face with the weight of a feather, and she turned into my touch, let me move her with my intention instead of my brawn. I merely needed to indicate how I wanted her, and she followed.

The spiced, hot, cloves-cinnamon-ginger scent of her arousal spiked my own hunger, but I kept a savage hold on my lust, riding the line between keeping her aroused, satisfying my own needs, and making sure none of it was too much for her.

I wanted to suck her nipple into my mouth, but didn’t want to set off a bad memory, so instead I put my hands under her, lifted her onto my cock, and ordered, “Take me in, Harmony. Get used to me, let me know when you’re ready for more.”

She didn’t take her time, she put her hands on my chest again, balanced, and wedged her legs under mine to get enough leverage to force herself down fast. She gasped air in, let it out slow, and then pulled more in to say, “Damn, I love having you inside me.”

“And I love being in you. Lift up a few inches, give me some space?”

She rose until only my head was in, and I put my hands on her hips, tried to remember not to hold her tight, and pushed up, into her. I went slow the first dozen or so times, until the trepidation I smelled faded and there was only arousal. I gradually sped, until eventually I was slamming up and into her. I sat up a little straighter, to get a better angle, and she wrapped her arms around my neck again, holding on as I pounded her from below, and finally came inside her, thankful I’d been able to explain I couldn’t get diseases, and thus couldn’t infect her. She had an implant to keep her from getting pregnant, so we no longer had to deal with condoms.

I pumped harder as I came, took a risk and held her a little tighter, but she came with me, screamed through her release, and I let myself go for a half-dozen pumps before quickly releasing my grip on her hips, pulling her to me in an embrace so I could hold her as she came apart in my arms and make her feel safe, not trapped.

Neither of us spoke for several long moments. Harmony because she was out of breath, and me because I had nothing to say — I just wanted to sit here with her, hold her, and enjoy the moment.

When she finally spoke, it was to say, “Yeah, I’ll be running every morning until I can have sex without needing five minutes afterwards to form a sentence. Damn, Brain. You outdid yourself.”

I chuckled, gave her a small squeeze, and kissed her neck. “My wolf has claimed you. You’re ours, now. I mean, he wanted you before, was fully behind my looking for you, stalking you, but tonight, he’s decided we’ll do whatever we have to do to keep you.” I snuggled her again. “Not that I hadn’t already decided, but he was being a pain in the ass about submitting for you. He still isn’t going to let us go overboard, but he’ll lie still for you a little.”