Wild Thunder

“Now stroke me,” he encouraged, his eyes two points of fire as he gazed down at her.

As though hypnotized beneath his passion-filled eyes, Hannah moved her fingers on him. When he closed his eyes and gasped and moaned with pleasure, she was aware of how this even enhanced her own rapture. She was swirling in a storm of passion that shook her innermost senses.

“Enough,” Strong Wolf said, reaching for her hand, gently laying it at her side.

He moved his fingers on himself again for a moment, then placed those fingers to her lips, just beneath her nose. “Smell and taste me.”

Smiling seductively up at him, feeling devilishly feminine, Hannah flicked her tongue out and licked his forefinger.

When he placed his finger into her mouth, she sucked on it, closing her eyes in rapture as he placed the heat of his manhood where she throbbed between her thighs.

He did not try to enter her.

He just moved himself in circles on her womanhood, causing her to become crazed with needful pleasure.

He took his finger away from her mouth, then sealed her lips with a frenzied kiss as his hands molded her breasts within them. She drew a ragged breath when he kneaded her breasts, having never felt anything as delicious.

Strong Wolf felt the heat rising inside his loins as he rolled her breasts against the palms of his hands. As her nipples hardened against his flesh, he circled his thumbs around each of them, then softly pinched them.

Hannah moaned when Strong Wolf’s mouth went to a breast and moved over a nipple, his teeth gently nipping. She whimpered tiny cries when his hands moved down her body and he stroked her where the heat of his manhood still lay in waiting. Hannah opened her legs more to the pleasure.

Her head tossed from side to side as his fingers caressed more earnestly against that piece or her flesh that she had been unaware of until today. The more he caressed her, the more her insides grew mushy with pleasure.

Then suddenly she felt his hand leave her. Quickly he plunged his heat into her pulsing cleft. The pain of his entrance was excruciating. Hannah cried out, her wide eyes gazed into his as he watched her reaction to this first time of having been entered by a man.

“Relax,” he whispered, brushing a comforting kiss across her lips. “Take a deep breath. Close your eyes. Let the joy take the place of the pain.”

Breathing hard, not wanting to be disappointed, the pain having drawn her into realities that troubled her, Hannah nodded and closed her eyes. She was thinking about how shameful and whorish she was behaving.

Hadn’t Chuck told her that she was inexperienced with men?

Was this what he meant?

That she was so inexperienced that she would go too easily to bed with the man she loved?

Tears splashed from her eyes as she tried to make some sense of what she was doing here, in such loose behavior.

Yet as she lay there thinking, feeling remorse, things slowly began to change back to something wonderful.

As Strong Wolf kissed her so sweetly, his hands holding her close while his thrusts came slowly and gently inside her, she felt the same old thrill that she had felt when only gazing upon Strong Wolf.

“Is it better now?” Strong Wolf whispered into her ear as he gently brushed her hair back from her face. He flicked his tongue into her ear, causing Hannah to shiver sensually.

“Yes, so much,” she whispered back, her voice quivered in her building excitement.

He showered her face with soft kisses as he placed a hand to one of her thighs and urged her leg around his waist, and then her other one.

Her soft thighs opened wide now, Strong Wolf moved even more deeply inside her, her moist inner flesh clasping him in a warm, clinging embrace.

Her hips moved and rocked.

She pressed her pelvis against him.

Strong Wolf kissed Hannah long and deep, his tongue flicking between her lips. His pleasure was mounting. He moaned throatily as he kissed her more hungrily, his hands beneath her, lifting her closer.

He could feel the excitement rising.

His thrusts came to her in a wild, dizzying rhythm.