It felt like a longing for something, but it was something I didn't understand or recognize. But then Wolf's finger left my clit and moved a path back down my cleft, pressing at the entrance to my body, pulsing there for a second, before pressing inside.
"Oh my god," I groaned, my free hand slapping down on his other shoulder.
The small, male-pride-filled smile on his lips and the warm sweetness in his eyes was something I could get lost in and never want to find my way back. "You good?" he asked and I understood the deeper meaning. One day, I hoped that that question would never need to be asked again. But in that moment, it needed to and I appreciated his instinctively knowing that.
"Yes," I nodded, my hips grinding upward, begging for the friction.
"'Bout to be better," he promised, taking my lips again. But there was no soft sweetness in his kiss. It was consuming, it was giving everything and demanding everything in return. My fingers curled into his skin as my tongue battled his. Inside me, his finger started stroking, giving my body what it wanted, what it needed. His palm flattened against my cleft, pressing down on my clit as he thrust inward, his pace as furious as his lips on mine.
I felt the tightening deep, promising pleasure.
But then his mouth ripped from mine and his entire body shifted. Before I could even realize his intention, his face was between my legs, his beard tickling over my inner thighs in a way that was both foreign and arousing. His tongue replaced his palm, flattening against my clit and drawing a loud moan from me.
There were things that were still new to me, that I was still innocent of.
A man's mouth on me, giving me pleasure, that was new.
It was new and it was fucking brilliant.
His tongue started working me in small circles as his finger retreated fully and two more replaced it, filling me more, giving me more friction. His thrusts got fast, demanding release before they finally twisted and stroked against the top wall.
And just like that, just that quickly, I shattered.
The orgasm was violent, breaking me apart as I held the back of his neck against me, my body crashing through an orgasm that made the world go white and soundless for a second. The first thing I heard when my ears started working right again was the way I was crying out his name and the deep, growling noise he responded with. The sound somehow sent a shot of desire through my already overwhelmed system. I felt my sex clench tight around his fingers, drawing a groan out of him.
"More?" he asked, his voice muffled and I realized with more than a teensy bit of embarrassment that it was muffled because I had a death-grip on his neck, holding his face against my pussy. I released him and he popped upward, his honey-eyes looking heavy-lidded and intense with desire.
More. Did I want more? I realized I did. In that moment, feeling safe, feeling protected, I definitely wanted more. I wanted it all. I wanted to see if that was something I could have.
I felt myself nodding but before he could duck his head again, I was digging into his shoulders and pulling upward. His head cocked to the side, his brows drawing together, but he moved over me. I pulled him downward, bringing his mouth back to mine, tasting myself there and something deep inside thrilled at the intimacy of that. I brought my legs up on either side of his body, squeezing him tight.
Wolf pulled back against my hold, pushing up to look down at me. "Am I misreading this?" he asked, his voice rough.
I shook my head. "No... I... want to try at least."
His head tipped down and his tongue traced a line from my ear to the neckline of my tee. "Wanna stop, anytime, we stop."
"I know," I said, my voice a little quiet as my hands moved up and down his back.
He pushed suddenly back, sitting on his ankles and grabbing the hem of my tee. "Arms up," he said, his voice a little soft. I gave him a small smile and raised my arms. The material was whipped off my body, the cool air making my nipples harden immediately. Wolf barely even paused before his hands were there, covering the small swells with his giant hands. The rough skin of his palms sent off electric shocks through my system. His thumbs shifted out, brushing over the hardened peaks and making me arch up into him.
His weight shifted again until he lowered himself down on me, his beard tickling over my belly as he kissed his way up toward my breasts. He let out a warm breath that made my sex clench, before his mouth closed around my nipple, lavishing over it with his tongue before taking it between his lips and sucking hard. His head shifted and worked the same torment on my other nipple as his hand trailed between our bodies and started stroking over my clit again.
My hips ground up into his hand, knowing nothing was going to ease the ache until I felt him inside me.
"Wolf, please..." I groaned, pulling his head up.
"Sure?" he asked, leaning down and nipping into my earlobe.
"Yeah." Mostly. All I knew is that it was worth a try.
He kissed me hard for a moment before moving back onto his ankles, reaching behind his back and pulling his shirt off. His hands went to his pants, undoing the button and zip before he moved off the side of the bed and pulled them off. Commando as always, his cock popped out, hard and straining, promising to fulfill the desire I felt deep inside. He moved over toward the nightstand, pulling open the drawer, taking out a condom and slipping it on. His eyes watched me as he knelt at the edge of the bed. He paused then moved to stretch out beside me, rolling me so I was pressed against him, both of us on our sides. His lips landed down on mine, softer, deeper.