"We needed clothes, Wolf," I insisted as his hands planted on either side of the machine, his back arching over me, completely caging me in.
"Like you naked."
Yeah, well, I liked him naked too, but that was beside the point. "What if we need to leave the house?"
"Don't."
"But what if we did."
"Christ."
"What?"
"You'd argue over the sun rising."
I felt my lips curl up. "And then bitch about it going down at night," I agreed.
His hand left the machine and moved up to move the hair off the side of my neck. He leaned down and planted a kiss there, making my breath catch in my chest. "Next time, tell me."
"Why?"
"I'll drive."
"I'm perfectly capable of..."
"Woman," he laughed, his body shaking around mine and I did kind of see his point. I had just sideswiped his car a few times.
"Or you could just do the laundry."
"I cook."
"Yeah but cooking takes like half an hour. I'm stuck in this shed for hours on laundry days."
"Ways to kill time," he suggested, his hand sliding down my belly and cupping me between my legs, demonstrating just how he liked to kill time.
"Well that only works if I put on the machine first," I moaned as his finger found my clit, as I tried to reach out for the knob on the machine.
"Fuck the laundry," he growled, grinding his hard cock against my ass, making my arm fall as I silently agreed. Fuck the laundry.
There were times when Wolf was surprisingly soft, gentle. There were times when I would wake up to his fingers gliding over my bare skin almost reverently, his eyes heavy-lidded, his cock hard, but he would go slow. His hands would tease me chastely until I felt like every inch of me was humming, then move over me and kiss every inch his hands had traced, spread my legs and eat me out slowly, the way you do a dessert that is too good to rush through. Then and only then, he would come over me and slide sweetly inside, his movements unhurried, like he was enjoying every small whimper, every arch of my back, every breath that gasped out of me.
This was not one of those times.
His hands grabbed my jeans and panties and yanked them down hard, not bothering to unfasten my pants. His knees pressed my legs open slightly as his hand pressed into the center of my back until I lowered down, putting my forearms on the machine to support myself. "Ass up," he demanded, squeezing my cheeks hard as I tipped my ass up for better access. His finger moved around my body and found my clit as he slammed inside, hard and deep.
It was in that second that I was really thankful Lo dragged me with her to the gyno to get on birth control. No more fumbling for condoms. No having to wait when my body was screaming for him to be inside me.
Wolf's hand moved up and grabbed the hair at the base of my neck, giving a gentle tug that sent off a rush of desire through my system.
It was one of the many things we learned that, despite what I'd been through, we could do without my mind going in a nasty direction. I wasn't miraculously 'cured'. Love and safety didn't fix everything. I still had things that would never be okay. Like toys. We'd tried. Wolf had taken me to a toy store and I had even been excited about the prospect, but when we walked in and some old, intimately familiar items were lined up on the shelves, I'd freaked and we had to leave. We never tried again. We didn't need them. What we had was more than enough.
So when his fingers curled into the hair at the nape of my neck and pulled harder, hard enough for my arms to leave the surface of the machine for a second, I felt nothing but the need growing deeper as his pace quickened, his finger pressed my clit hard.
But just when I thought sweet oblivion was going to crash through my system, I lost his cock. "No," I groaned, arching my ass up shamelessly.
"Want your ass," he said, leaning over me and biting into my earlobe.
It was another thing we had learned was okay after the first try or two.
"Okay," I groaned, keeping my ass tipped up as he slid his cock up toward my clit, rubbing against it for a moment before sliding back down my cleft and up toward my ass. He pressed in easy, letting me adjust until he pushed all the way in. His arm went around my chest, grabbing both of my breasts, pinching the nipples hard enough to bruise before pulling me back against his chest as he started thrusting, quick but gentle at first, until I started slamming my hips down with each thrust. His hand ran down my belly and found my clit, working it in a side to side motion, making the orgasm start to build again. His other hand went south, sliding underneath his other hand and gliding two fingers inside my pussy. Inside me, his fingers curled up and hit my G-spot.
That was new. He'd been in my ass before and he'd stroked over my clit until I had an orgasm that made me understand why some women preferred anal sex. But he'd never penetrated me in both places at once. I half expected to feel anxiety and maybe it had started to bud, but before it could blossom, I felt myself driven up so hard and fast that I was pretty sure I was going to explode.
"Come," he demanded as he thrust harder, faster, his fingers working my clit and G-spot simultaneously.
And just like that, I did. My pussy clenched hard as a wave I'd never experienced before crashed through my system, making every inch of my body feel electric, making every sense feel dull for a moment as the pleasure shot from my core and pressed outward and I finally understood the concept of a full-body orgasm.