Dominated(25)
With one finger, she flicked furiously across her clit, the tension growing until her entire body stiffened and she finally succumbed to the orgasm. She pressed her thumb against her sensitive nub as she came, feeling the pulses from her pussy as they vibrated through her entire body.
When she finally released herself, letting her legs flop open even farther in the aftermath, she found Gabe staring at her face in awe. “So fucking sexy, baby. That is the single sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.” He stroked her legs haphazardly and then leaned in and kissed her pussy reverently.
She struggled not to think about what she’d just done. The haze was such a pleasant place to reside.
Before she succumbed to reality, Gabe pulled her back to sitting and stood in front of her between her spread legs. He stroked himself with one hand. “I need you. Are you too sore?”
Gabe stared down at his mate. His voice wavered as he’d spoken.
When she leaned forward and swiped her tongue over the tip of his cock, he flinched at the unexpected gesture and squeezed the base to keep from coming at just that slight contact. Holy mother of God. Guess it didn’t matter how sore she was if she was willing to take him between her lips.
She swirled the tip with her tongue next and then sucked it into her mouth. She grasped his thighs with both hands and held him steady. Or maybe held herself still to keep from swaying.
He preferred to control a blowjob himself, but not this time. It was her first and his mind was scattering in ten directions as she explored him. He wouldn’t break the momentum with further instructions. Hell, he couldn’t even speak if he wanted to.
She sucked him deep without warning, her lips colliding with his fist where he gripped the base of his cock.
His knees threatened to buckle. It took great strength to keep from collapsing.
Her pressure was perfect. She sucked him as though she’d done so many times. His face heated at the jealous thought until he reminded himself she had done no such thing.
Beginner’s luck.
When she moaned around his shaft, he moaned with her. The vibrations from her vocal cords reverberated to his balls.
He gripped her shoulder with his free hand to steady himself so he wouldn’t rock too far in any one direction.
She set up a pace, sucking him into her warm mouth and then releasing him to swirl her tongue around the tip.
The torture was too much. With his last brain cell, he jerked back from her and came, squirting his seed onto the ground. He didn’t want her to swallow him this first time. She wasn’t ready. He was glad he’d had the strength of mind to keep himself from jutting down her innocent throat.
She stroked his thighs with both hands just as he’d done to her after her orgasm. Soothing him.
When he could finally think again, he knelt before her and pulled her into his embrace between her legs.
They both breathed heavily against each other.
Finally, he pulled back and set his forehead against hers. “Thank you, Kathleen. That was beautiful.”
She flinched and looked away, swallowing hard.
He let her go. She needed space. He’d overwhelmed her senses for long enough.
She stood and paced the ground, less conscious of her nudity than earlier.
She ran a hand through her tussled hair, pushing the long locks out of her face. “Can we go?” she asked.
“Of course.” He worried about her as he stood. She seemed distraught.
She shifted quickly, leaving him in human form for several moments as he watched her fidget. It had been her way of escaping. Her wolf body relaxed visibly. Did she feel clothed in her fur? Somehow less vulnerable? Perhaps.
He shifted too and led her back toward the house at a pace much more leisurely than earlier.
When they reached the porch, the house was still quiet. No one was home. The late afternoon sun indicated his parents would still be at the gathering hosting the wolves in attendance.
Kathleen shifted back to human form and hastily stepped inside. She grabbed her clothing from the bin by the door and donned every stitch as though there were a fire. She didn’t look at him.
What had he done to evoke this response? He worried as he watched her. Had he overwhelmed her with his dominance? The blowjob? The masturbation? They entire package? Or something else entirely?
“I need to go,” she muttered as she slipped her sandals on.
Go? What the hell? “Kath, we should talk.” He groaned and leaned against the door. He’d pushed her, but she’d been aroused the entire time.
“I need to think. I need space. This is so overwhelming.” She looked around as though searching for something she’d lost, not making eye contact with him.
When he reached for her, she jumped back. “Don’t. When you touch me, I lose myself.”