Chapter Six: First Time
He leans up to cradle her cheek, and then he's licking her lip upper lip, sucking her lower lip into his mouth between his teeth and licking at the seams of her lips, coaxing her to part her lips.
He's slow, tentative and even a little bit unsure. But when she opens her mouth for more, he begins to kiss her more thoroughly, all tongue and teeth, feeding her hot breaths right into her lungs. She tastes herself on his tongue.
It's too easy to surrender herself to his devouring kisses and accept everything she's given. But when he pauses, she finds herself chasing after the taste of them together, surging forward until she is pressed fully to him. She can feel the heat of his body against hers, the hardness of his erection pressing on her inner thigh.
He relents with a growl, tongues dancing for domination, pushing her down so he's the one in charge. He pulls away once he's satisfied and runs his fingers down her body, like he's trying to touch her everywhere.
"If anything gets too much, you can tell me to stop," he promises.
She doesn't understand what he means for a few second, so lost in the haze of heat that words doesn't register. She nods only because it feels like the right thing to do.
He rumbles in approval when she parts her legs and wraps them around his hips, rocking up lazily as he guides the head of his cock to her opening.
"Lovely little mate," he says, palming her breasts, drawing moans and whimpers when he closes his fingers and thumb across her nipples. "Stay still, darling," he coaxes, pulling her nipples up so that she is forced to curved her b
ack upwards. He grins and leans in to kiss her, gliding his tongue into her mouth, tasting inside.
She keens for him, the sound so unfamiliar to her own ears that her cheeks flame red instantly from embarrassment.
At the sound from her lips, self-control eludes him. His lips crash against hers, all teeth and tongue and desire, taking what he wants and making her beg for everything he has to give. She leans into the kiss, winding her arms around his neck and holding herself to him, rubbing her aching nipples to his naked chest. Her legs wrap around his hard hips and she feels his erection on her inner thigh, burning hot with want.
He lets out a shuddering groan that makes her relax a little cause she knows she's not the only one aroused.
His hand snakes between their bodies and he's parting her folds, guiding his cock to her opening and pushing in.
A strangled moan escapes her lips when she feels her his cock pushing into her hole, her opening too small for her to push in. She's torn between wanting to pull away and thrust upwards to try and meet him halfway. She clenches her eyes shut, afraid of what she'll see. It feels as though ever nerve ending in her body has gathered between her legs and all she feels is the burn of him pushing into her tight walls, his grip on her chips keeping her from pulling away and freeing herself.
When he penetrates her, her vision flares into bright white at the edges as her body struggles to take him inside of her. He's too big, she's certain of that now that she can feel the head of his cock inside of her, stretching her walls bigger than she thought her body was capable of taking.
"Oh, oh," she whimpers, crying out loudly when he begins to impale her on his cock. Her hands grip him by his neck, clutching as tightly as she can, clinging to him and breathing in ragged breaths. Small fingers curl into his hair, gripping tight and holding on. It's too much and not enough all at once, her body both craving and fearing the thick fullness pushing into her.
"You're so tight, love," he rumbles, pulling out and pushing in deeper with every thrust, pausing between breaths, letting her adjust before pushing her over the edge again with a deeper, fully thrust.
She doesn't know how much more of it she can take. She's crying now, sobbing into the nape of his neck. Her fingers find his fluffy wolf ears and she's so distracted by the softness of the fur there that she forgets about his cock inside of her until he pushes past the barrier of her virginity and then she's gasping and sobbing anew.
"Shh..." he murmurs. "You're alright, darling. That's it. It'll feel better in a second. I promise," he says, pulling her arms away from his head so he can lick away her tears, soothing her with rumbling promises about taking care of her and making sure she'll want for nothing. He'll grow her the best and most beautiful garden and they'll have a nest together-
"Burrow," she whimpers. "I want a burrow." Nests are for birds and cottontails.
He looks at her incredulously, expression frozen for a second, and then he chuckles. "Whatever you want, darling," he says, peppering her face with kisses. "Anything you want."
She nods, satisfied. Her hands are still clutching his arms, holding as tightly as she can and her eyes are clenched shut.
"Eyes open, darling," he says. "I want you to see how well you take me inside you."
She swallows reflexively, eyes blinking open timidly to look at his face first. He looks devastatingly handsome and she lets her gaze travel down until she's looking at where their bodies are joined, his hips inches from hers, his cock a thick rod between their bodies, joined where he's entered her deep.
She can't look away even if she wants to now, eyes locked on the way he is pulling out and pushing deeper in. There's a hint of blood on his thick rod and she's a little worried at first that it's that time of the month. And then she remembers that it's her first time and some virgins bleed when they're penetrated for the first time. It's fascinating, seeing their bodies joined, his cock disappearing into a hole in her body as he thrusts into her over and over again.
He pumps all the way inside of her and it's so much that she worries it would go straight to her womb. She panics. Fear surges ahead of her arousal and she cries out, pulling away. He seems to be prepared for that, holding her still with his hands on her shoulders. He pulls away, and then thrusts inwards and hits a spot inside her that makes her think of nothing except the pure pleasure of being impaled on his cock.
His sigh is more a deep, rumbling growl that vibrates through her body.
"That's it," he snarls. His thrusts against her grows harder, but slowly and more rhythmic, pressing close, and then pulling back and slam into her again and again. His eyes focus on hers, like he's trying to memorize every expression on her face and she does the same, watching the grown etch between his brows as he impales her on him.
As the pleasure starts to build between them, her eyes flutter shut for a few seconds before his warning growl causes her to part them again obediently. "Good girl," he grounds out, hands on her hips tightening, guiding her undulations to take him deeper, his breath hot on her lips.