Shadow of the Wolf(20)

She nodded weakly, making her way to the foot of the bed. She was so ready for him she was trembling.                       
       
           



       

She felt him get to his knees behind her and grabbed the footboard  blindly. "You want this?" The head of his cock stroked between her pussy  lips. "Say you want this, Lana."

"Fuck me, Chris."

The head slipped in, stretching her. "Don't move those hands." His body  bowed over hers, his cock settling into her, his hands coming to rest  next to hers. His face was buried in the crook of her neck.

She had the feeling she'd have another mark before they were done.

And then he began moving, and there was nothing gentle about it. It was a  raw fucking, taking and taking her over and over again, the slap of his  hips against her sore ass making her buck back into him. She wanted  this, wanted his passion, his need for her overriding everything else.

His knuckles were white. "Such a good little cocksucker." He shifted his  knees, changing the angle, and there it was, that spot inside her that  made her pussy weep with joy. "Gonna fuck you so good."

She began fucking back, thrusting into him, praying he would move  faster. She groaned in approval when he picked up speed. "Wanna come?"

She nodded, too breathless to speak.

One large hand left the headboard, drifting over her breasts and down  her stomach until his fingers grazed her clit. "Come for me."

He stroked her, his balls slapping against her wetness, his cock practically setting her pussy on fire.

With a low, throaty groan she came, her back arching, her muscles quivering, stars dancing behind her eyes.

He pounded into her once, twice, and then he was coming too, moaning her name in her hair.

Lana let go of the footboard. Her entire body slumped, sated beyond belief.

He had to be the absolute best fuck she'd ever had. That he'd spanked  her like that should have fazed her a bit, but the thought that her  wolfman liked his sex rough once in a while didn't bother her at all. In  fact, she'd gotten off on it big time. We'll have to explore that more  later. Much later.

After I recover from this time.

He curled up around her, almost purring with contentment. "Finding you has got to be the best thing that's ever happened to me."

She smiled, the soft kisses he peppered her neck with sending a shivery feeling down her spine.

"Chris?"

"Hmm?"

"I have to go to work."

"Call. Out."

"No."

"Lana," he whined.

She tried to pull out of his arms. "This is what you get for liking  morning sex. Night time sex we have time to cuddle. Morning sex and I  have to log in to work."

"Aw, man." He let her go, waiting until she stood to right himself on  the bed. He grabbed her pillow and burrowed into it. "Make coffee.  Please?"

"Sure thing, wolfman." She reached down and kissed his cheek. "Go back to sleep, Chris."

"Mm-hmm." He snuggled down and was soon breathing softly, his big body relaxed into the bed.

She took a moment to study him when he couldn't see it, couldn't comment  on it. Broad, muscular shoulders covered in sleek, golden skin, dipped  down temptingly into a narrow waist barely covered by the sheet.

She stared at that sheet for a moment, but couldn't help herself. She lifted the edge of the sheet.

God, he was so beautiful she still couldn't believe he wanted her. Her  fingers were itching to do some walking over the tempting man-flesh, but  she couldn't do that. She had to go to fucking work.

Soon? her libido whined. Please? Pretty please with a cherry on top?

Lana settled the blanket back around his waist and tiptoed into the  bathroom. Shutting the door, she banged her forehead against it  repeatedly. A vision of him covered in whipped cream tried to take root  in her brain. If she didn't get it out she'd crawl back into that bed  and take severe advantage of his naked hospitality. Again. At this rate  her pussy would be fucked raw before the weekend!

"Lana? You okay?"

His sleepy, rumbly voice had her insides quivering. The concern she  heard threatened to melt her heart. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just  …  banged  something."

There was a pause. "Oh. You sure?"

Damn it, he has to be sweet, too. "I'm sure."

"M‘kay."

"Go back to sleep, Chris."

"Mm."

She turned on the taps and grabbed her toothbrush. It wasn't until she  was spitting the toothpaste down the sink that she even realized it was  her toothbrush.

She tiptoed out of the bathroom and headed for the closet. There, her  clothes hung neatly side by side with his. Her shoes lined the floor,  her underwear sharing drawer space with his.

She couldn't even be upset about it. He'd obviously done this late last  night after he'd gotten back from his run with Gareth. She'd been so  tired she'd barely heard him coming into the room. He had to have been  even more tired than she'd been, yet he'd still taken the time to  carefully hang her clothing. He was such a considerate naked man.                       
       
           



       

She bit her lip, her gaze once more drawn to his sheet covered form. I wonder if I could really bounce a quarter off his glutes?

She shook her head and grabbed the first thing her hand landed on, a  pretty little sundress she liked to wear when visiting clients. She  threw on her underwear and the dress, trying to ignore the little voice  in her head that wondered what Chris would think of it. She headed back  into the bathroom to find her makeup, figuring it was the most likely  place Chris would put it.

Yup, he'd neatly placed her makeup kit right at the second sink. She  quickly applied some makeup, brushed her hair, and headed down the  stairs.

He might be able to sleep in, but some people around here needed to get to work by eight.

"Good morning, dear."

Lana stepped into the kitchen, smiling at the sweet scents drifting from  the oven. "Good morning, Grammy. Umm, something smells good. What's for  breakfast?"

Grammy pulled a tray out of the oven. "Honey buns."

Lana paused, the mug halfway to her lips. "Honey buns."

"Yes. What's the matter, dear? Usually you love honey buns."

Oh yeah. I adore honey buns, especially the ones upstairs. She could  just picture them, covered in drizzled goodness, her teeth nipping at  the firm, round globes. "Sounds good." She took a sip of her coffee,  hoping she wasn't turning beet red. The heat she could feel in her  cheeks, however, told her she probably was.

"Hmm." The buns landed on the stove quietly. "Why don't you get some plates for the buns?"

Lana held back her whimper and got the plates. It's going to be a long day.



* * * *

She went ahead and set up her laptop in Chris's great room, nodding to  him when he stumbled down the stairs. She watched him head into the  kitchen, heard the coffee being poured, and then the rustle of the  paper, his mumbled good morning to Annabelle barely audible. She smiled  to herself, knowing he was checking out "his" teams. She wondered if he  had to read the section more than once before the caffeine kicked in, or  if it somehow trickled through his early morning decaffeinated fog.  About twenty minutes later, Chris walked in, cradling his mug. "Why are  you on the floor?"

"I'm working." She entered another set of numbers, her eyes glued to the screen.

"Oh." She barely noticed him walking out.

She definitely noticed him walking back in, especially when he unplugged her laptop and picked it up. "Hey!"

He turned and walked out of the great room. Grabbing her mug, she  scrambled to her feet and followed him. He set her computer down on his  desk with a satisfied nod, plugging it in to the same surge protector  his computer was on. "Better." Then he walked around the desk and  settled into his chair. "Have a seat."

She glared at him. "You couldn't ask me if I wanted to move?"

"It's simple, really. Chair or floor? Nice dress, by the way."

"Thank you. What if I wanted floor?"

He looked at her over the reading glasses he'd slipped on. "Be my guest,  but there's no coffee table in here. You might get uncomfortable." His  smile was wolfish. "But if you really want to sit on the floor, just put  the laptop between your legs and work that way. Oh, and make sure you  sit," he looked around and pointed, "right there."

He'd picked a spot where he'd be able to look straight up her dress. If  it wasn't for the teasing smile lurking around his mouth, she'd be  pissed. "I liked you better before you found the coffee." She parked  herself in the chair across from his desk, placing her mug on the  coaster he handed her.