Her River God Wolf (Obsessed Mates 1)

“You made them,” he says, in a hoarse voice.

I break into a smile. “I did.”

The lace-top stockings I bought from a store, but the bra, slip, panties and garter belt I made myself, in cherry-red lace and satin.

“It’s a prototype, but I think it turned out pretty well.”

His Adam’s apple bobs and he licks his lips. “You can say that again.” He slaps his hands down on his knees. “C’mere.”

I sashay over to him, basking in his attention. Arousal swirls through me, turning my nipples to hard, little pebbles and lighting a fire between my thighs. I lay my hands on his shoulders, and let my hair fall into his face while I wiggle my hips, just a little bit.

He groans and his hands land on my ass cheeks with a resounding slap. “Beautiful,” he growls. He draws me closer, and I straddle his lap until I’m sitting down, my aching clit riding his cock. Beau runs his hands all over the satin and lace, sounds of pleasure escaping his lips.

My concept is for a whole range of lingerie for curvy girls, that has a soft, luxurious look and feel. And by his reaction, I’ve succeeded.

“Think they’ve been on for long enough, though,” he says. He slides the silky slip over my head, then he unclips my bra. The panties have naughty little ties at the sides—because I designed them with sex in mind. He unfastens them with deft fingers and they fall away. And there I am, naked on his lap, in just a garter belt, stockings and spike heels.

“Wish you could see how sexy you look right now,” he mutters, his eyes burning with yearning.

“I can see you, and that’s all I need,” I whisper. I tug on his shirt, dragging it up and off, and then I reach for his zipper. While he’s busy worshipping my breasts, I guide his rock-hard cock inside me. And as I ride my incredible mate to heaven, I know I’ll never forget this moment.

THE END