He worked my body like a master musician, drawing pleasure from it like a complicated melody. I gasped and shuddered, the feeling too much and not enough all at the same time. The coiled knot of heat within me wound tighter, creaking under the pressure as the heat of his mouth on me, his hands, the soft touches there…all conspired against me.
“That’s it baby, just let go. I want to feel you come for me. Want to taste it,” he whispered, the words a rumble against my heated flesh before he took the hard nub of my clit between his lips and sucked. Hard.
There was a perfect moment of suspension before I came apart. Then lancing need transferred to earth-shattering pleasure in the space between one heartbeat and the next. I broke into a million pieces, each bouncing and tumbling, reflecting pleasure like beams of light from a shattered window pane. I gasped, shuddering as he grabbed my hips, burying his face between my thighs, mouth hot and urgent against my pussy. The gasp became a groan as the feeling of his hot tongue pushing inside me drew the waves of ecstasy out.
He pulled away with a moan. “Damn, you taste so freaking good.”
I arched my back, arms above my head in a languorous stretch. Little waves of sensation still lapped through me, washing over my skin in a delicate dance. Fuck me. He was good. Better than good. If I’d known wolves were this good in the sack, I’d have seduced one when they’d come out of the closet years ago.
A belt snapped, followed by a zipper and the rustle of fabric as Jared shed his clothes faster than a teenage boy on his first date. I lifted up on my elbows and watched the show as his body was revealed for the first time. I’d known he was fit and muscular but there was a whole world of difference between knowing that from the way his clothes fit and actually seeing it.
He was…hell yeah.
I bit my lip as need washed through me again. A new, harder sensation that paid no never mind to the fact I’d just come harder than I had in years. Perhaps ever. Clothed he looked damn fine. Naked… I didn’t have the words.
He stood in my hall totally nude, not at all embarrassed as my gaze wandered over every muscled inch of him. Toned, totally lickable muscles under satin skin peppered with dark hair. My gaze wandered down toned abs, following the narrow line of hair…then stopped abruptly.
“Fuck. Me.” I blinked, then turned my head sideways. “Are you sure you’re not a were-donkey?”
“Babe, you so get extra points for that one.”
He grinned, flipped open the wallet in his hand and extracted a small foil packet. The wallet hit the floor as he ripped the package open, smoothing the condom over his rigid length with a practised gesture. Heat and jealousy wrapped around each other. Heat that he was hot, hard and oooh so ready for action…and jealousy that he’d done this enough to get the rubber on in a hot second.
He looked up, caught me looking at him and smiled his crooked, sexy little smile. Just like that, I was done for.
A large hand hit the step by my head, the corded muscles in his forearm just teasing me to lick and trace them with my tongue. Before I got the chance, he was there, nudging my thighs wider apart to settle between them. Dipping his knee, he reached between us, big hand wrapping around his cock as he positioned himself.
I bit my lip, holding my breath in anticipation. Waiting for it. Desperate for it. A moan whispered from my lips as he slid the thick head against me, sliding it along my lower lips and wetting the tip. Then he stopped, the crown settling against my hole. I wiggled, hooking my legs around him to get him to hurry the hell up. I needed cock and I needed it now. Right now. My thoughts were dominated by how good it would feel to have that thick length penetrating me, sliding deep inside to stroke all the lovely little nerve endings that had been neglected for far too long.
“Breathe, sweets. I’ll be gentle, I promise,” he whispered, his lips nuzzling under my ear as he started to press forward.
“Screw gentle.” This time the growl was mine, punctuated by another gasp as he slipped a half inch inside me. “Just get on with it and fuck me.”
He chuckled, the low sound masculine and dirty. “Hell yes, ma’am.”
His free hand wrapped around my thigh, thumb hooking behind my knee as he urged the leg up. With a roll of his hips he surged forward, upward, inward, penetrating me with one long hard shove. I keened, throwing my head back. I felt every thick inch. He pressed against my inner walls, his deeply veined shaft forcing me to accept him, to take him, until he bottomed out, balls against my ass cheeks.
My pussy throbbed, stretched wider than…yeah, were-donkey for sure. But I didn’t care. I rode the delicious edge between pleasure and pain as I waited for my body to get used to him. Impatient for the pushy-shoving fuckmehard portion of the evening.