by Aidy Award
"Nope. Not gonna let that slide. I'll tell you what I'm doing, not with a girl like you, but with you." He propped himself up on one arm and grabbed the hand she'd balled up into a fist. One by one, he slowly opened her fingers, and pressed a kiss to her palm. He put her hand back on his chest, where it had been before and covered it with his own. "What I'm doing is getting my mind completely fucking blown, by nothing more than a touch."
Max drug her hand down his six-thousand pack abs, past the button of his jeans twisted their hands so she was cupping the tree branch he must have hidden behind his zipper. No branch didn't do it justice. Log? Tree trunk? Sequoia? He sucked in a sharp breath and groaned.
"Feel how fucking hard I am for you? My cock has been aching to get out since before dinner. Because of you. You're still completely clothed and if I didn't have so much experience controlling my raging libido around you, I probably already would have come in my goddamned shorts just from finally having you in my bed."
The horrible mean girls in her head screamed it didn't matter who was in his bed, he'd be hot and horny because he knew he was getting laid. A smarter voice said that Max had trusted her with his deepest secret, had made himself vulnerable to her, and no one else. The smart girl said she and Max had something special and only a dummy would throw that away. Gal always was smart. The mean girls could fuck off.
She licked her lips and took a leap of smart faith. "What do you think would happen to you and your cock if we did take my clothes off?"
Max's eyes went incredibly dark and sparkly and his voice came out on a husky growl. "I think I wouldn't be able to resist burying myself in you, making you come over and over, so that your hot wet cunt squeezes and milks my cock of every last drop of cum I have until we're both so satisfied we can't remember why we didn't do this earlier."
The inner muscles of Gal's pussy squeezed getting all excited to do everything he'd said. "Then as soon as you grab a condom, we should probably take my clothes off and see if that's what happens. Because I bet you're right."
Gal gave his extra-large package a squeeze and moved to take off her shirt. Even if Max didn't have any protection, she knew better than to rely on anyone else and had a small discreet pack in her bag with three condoms in it. She hoped that would be enough. Although, she kind of hoped it wasn't near enough too.
Max didn't move. "I have condoms in my wallet, and I'll get them if you want me to. I thought you might. I'll wear a god-damned parka if it means I get to see you naked, I swear. But since you're already in on my true nature, you should know that wolves don't get diseases. Not like humans. So I can't give you any sexually transmitted diseases and you can't give me any either."
Gal sat up slightly and pushed herself up on her elbows. "Like, you don't get sick at all?"
He shook his head being completely serious. "Not even a cold."
"That's so not fair." She feigned pouting, but it was seriously pretty amazing. No wonder some wolves thought humans were so weak.
Max rubbed his scruffy chin against hers again. "The rules of fair play do not apply in love and war."
"Aww. You could definitely get in my pants with more accurately quoted sixteenth century poems."
"I'll remember that."
"I'll buy that you're clean and aren't going to give me some weird wolfy STD, but there's still that sticky business of babies. I'm not on any sort of hormonal birth control."
"Wolf-shifter pups can only be conceived under a full moon, and the cycle doesn't start for two more nights."
"You're making that up."
"Out of everything that you've seen tonight and has happened, that's what you think isn't real? I swear to you that it is. If we weren't on the verge of having hot and heavy sex, I'd say go ask my mom. But as I'm pretty sure I already have indents from the zipper of my jeans all up and down my cock from it trying to bust out, I ask that you believe me."
"I've never had sex without a condom before. Have you?"
"Do you really want me to answer that?"
"No. Maybe later. No. Pretend the last three seconds didn't happen and instead I said something sex-kitten like instead and you said something dirty and we decided the next best thing to do was rip off all of our clothes and get busy."
Max chuckled and kissed, softly sliding his smiling lips across hers. "Then that's exactly what happened and we should commence with the clothes ripping."
He pushed the hem of her shirt up and over her head, where she had to help get it off her arms. When she had her head back out, the look on Max's face was so filled with lust her pussy clenched again. If her body was doing this with only his looks, she was probably going to die of pleasure when he actually touched her.
"Moon above, you're beautiful." Max bent his head and pressed a soft kiss right over her heart. He nibbled his way back up her chest and to her collarbone. "I want you so badly, kiska."
"Then take me. You have me." She wrapped her hands into his hair and bared her neck to him, loving the way his teeth scraped across her skin. "That feels incredible. Do that some more."
Instead he jumped off the bed, breathing hard, and pulled at the button of his pants. He yanked them down his legs, taking his boxers with them.
She wasn't wrong when she'd said sequoia earlier. Holy cow, he was effing huge. Like how was that even going to fit, huge. Gulp.
Max reached for her jeans and she shoved his hands away. "It'll take longer if you do it. Let me."
She hadn't even taken her shoes off yet. She kicked them to the floor and wriggled around to get her jeans off, decided she looked and felt ridiculous and stood up, shucking them the same way he had. Expect she didn't take her granny panties with.
Oops. She had meant to. He didn't need to see the stripes and flowers in the briefs covering more skin than not. She reached for them and he was the one who stopped her this time. "Let me."
He ran his fingers along the elastic and dipped inside, cupping her ass. "I'm pretty sure I'm never going to be able to see any piece of clothing with tiny pink flowers on it ever again without getting hard as a fucking rock."
Gal closed her eyes half from embarrassment and half from the way he was running his fingers down along the seam of rear end, creeping his way toward the danger zone. "Can you please just take them off and hide them, never to be seen again?"
He snuck another hand inside the back of her panties. "Not a chance. I'm keeping these."
The fact that both his big hands fit inside of the fabric was the last straw. "I thought you were some kind of alpha male who could rip my undies off."
Rrrippp.
"Like that?" He threw the shreds over his shoulder.
"Ouch. Yes." That would teach her to challenge him. Teach her to do it all the damn time. Because while it kinda hurt to have one's panties ripped off, it was still pretty fricking hot that he'd done it.
"Here, let me kiss it and make it better." Max dropped to his knees, grabbed her inner thighs and buried his face in her thatch of curls. He spread open her pussy lips and licked right across her clit. "Mmm. You're fucking delicious, like sweet, ripe peaches. You're so wet and I'm going to lap up every drop."
Gal's hands pushed into his hair without her even telling them too. She wanted his mouth on her, but she wanted to get to taste him too. Oh boy, his tongue pressed against her clit in just the right way. She'd taste him in a minute. "Oh Max, yes."
Her legs wobbled a little as he pushed her higher and higher. Then they outright shook. Another minute of having him lick and suck at her and her knees were going to give out under her and they'd end up in a pile on the floor. She gripped his hair tight and tried to hang on. She might have too if he hadn't made that damn sexy low growling sound. Hearing him actually enjoying going down on her was more than she could handle.
Gal threw her head back and groaned through her orgasm, her legs gave out, and her body went into overload. She didn't end up on the floor on top of Max squishing him to death as reward for his talented tongue. Max held her ti
ght against the bed and continued to suck every last pulsating beat of her bodies release from her.
Instead of ending up as a puddle on the floor, Max gave her the tiniest of shoves and she collapsed back on the bed, him still between her legs. He spread them even wider, gave one of her lower lips the softest of bites and worked his way up her body, kissing and nipping and caressing every inch of her along the way.
"I like seeing you this way, all relaxed and glowing. I'll have to make sure I give you lots of orgasms every night just so I can enjoy the sight of you all satisfied like this." He laid down next to her and ran his fingers in a soft caress up and down her neck and jaw.
She floated in that blissful afterglow for another minutes before opening her eyes. "Is it a werewolf thing to be really good at doing that? Because I think you made me come in like twenty-seven seconds flat."
Max grinned down at her. "Maybe a bit longer than that. It's not a werewolf thing. It's a you and me thing."
"Hmm. We should test that theory out. Shall we see how long it takes me to get you off?" Gal licked her lips and Max sucked in a long breath.
"I want very little more than to see these pretty pink lips wrapped around my cock. I think if you even made kissy noises in the general vicinity of my lower half I'd probably explode. What I want even more is to be inside of you, fucking you so deep I don't know where I end and you begin. I want to make you mine. My scent mingled with yours so that no other man or wolf has any question that we belong together."
Gal's heart skipped a beat. Did he really think they belonged together? Like forever? She was getting ahead of herself. She rolled to her side so she was facing him and wrapped one leg over his. "Yes, Max. Fuck me. Make me yours."
Max
Wanting Galyna was like wanting his next breath of air, a drink of water from a cool stream after a long hard hunt, like needing to raise his face to the sky and howl at the moon. Now that he had her under him, she consumed him completely. If he never touched another woman, hell even looked at another woman again, he would be happy.
If he believed that wolves had fated mates, there was no doubt in his mind, his body, his soul, that she was his. He didn't need any ceremony under the full moon to know they belonged together. He sure as hell hoped she felt the same because after tonight, he was never letting her go.
His pack was going to have to deal with that. Something he would worry about later. Now the only thing he needed to concern himself with was how many times he could get her to come screaming his name. She'd lit up with desire at the way he talked to her with the frank words about what he wanted to do with her.
"You want me to fuck you, do you?" He kissed her neck, nipping at the spot that his wolf begged to bite.
"Fast and hard," he scraped his teeth across her skin, and gave her tiny bites across the soft flesh of her breasts. "...or slow and gentle?"
He sucked one of her small taut nipples into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it the same way he'd teased her clit. The other one needed the same attention. He wouldn't want it to feel left out. Gal arched her back, pushing into him and moaning. Just the way he wanted her, wet and wanting. "Either way, you're coming at least ten more times tonight."
Her eyes went doe-eyed wide. Her voice came out as a squeak. "Ten?"
She cleared her throat and narrowed her eyes. "I mean, ten? You think so, huh?"
So fucking adorable. She was trying so hard to give him this confident sexy side, but he was loving the shy, surprised girl under the facade. He didn't even know how much experience she had. He didn't really want to either. She wasn't a virgin, his senses told him that much. He almost felt like he should treat her as such though. If he had his way, they'd have plenty of time to get really dirty. Tonight should be something special.
"Hmm. I know so." He licked each of her nipples again and then blew cool air on them. They went from plump to pebbled and hard in an instant. "Why don't we make it an even dozen."
She cleared her throat. "How many of those are yours?"
God, she made him laugh. He'd never been inches from putting his dick in any other woman and laughed as much as he did with her. Sex was about, well, sex. Fucking, making sure his partner came, making sure he did. It had never been the fun and games he was playing with Gal. This was a hell of a lot hotter and twice as fun. "Are you questioning my virility, kiska? I'll have you know wolves have plenty of stamina."
"So..., what?" She raised and eyebrows and got a naughty little grin, finally relaxing. "Like two?"
He'd banter with her half the night if that's what made her comfortable. They'd get to the sex. It was the getting there that was half the fun. "You want to share your orgasms with me? I'll take, hmm, let's start small, and you can give me four."
"We're going to need snacks." Such a minx. Her eyes twinkled so perfectly. He could almost see the sparking of the moon in them.
"I think I'll be plenty satisfied snacking on you." He gently pushed her head aside and he meant to kiss his way to her ear and tease her. Instead he lingered over the pulse point in her throat. His wolf's fangs wanted to descend, to mark her skin, claiming her as his mate. He had to push that urge back down. She'd only found out about his true nature today. She wasn't ready for a wolf mating.
He pulled in a shuttered breath and licked the spot he wanted to sink his teeth into. Soon, he promised the wolf. It might be a lie to placate them both. It might be the only way he made it through the night without claiming her. Max blinked a few times before lifting his head again. Gal had gone quiet, but not still. Her chest still rose and fell faster than normal as she breathed hard with arousal, and his own heart beat as fast as hers.
"How about we each start with one, together." Gal reached up and stroked his face.
Yeah. There was his sweet, sexy girl. Her touch was the signal he'd been waiting for to show that she was relaxed and ready. She'd never decided on how she wanted him, so he picked for them. He'd thought their first time together would be hot and heavy, but no. Taking his time, giving all of himself to her, that's what his soul needed. To be one with her.
Max moved over her, caging her under him, and putting his hard muscles inline with her lush curvy body. With one knee he opened her thighs and reached between them. Max stroked the inside of her thigh, and caressed his way up to her pussy. She was wet enough that her juices already coated her skin, her body more than ready for his.
She closed her eyes and pushed her head back into the soft blanket, welcoming his touch. "Yes, Max. You know how to touch me."
He pushed his fingers into her wet warmth and she clenched around him, her body begging him for more. Her body flushed with each slide of his fingers in and out of her, looking for exactly the right spot to drive her crazy. When she gripped the sheets in her fists, he knew he'd found it.
"Oh, yes. Right there. Please, more Max."
Her wish was his command. He swirled his thumb around her clit and crooked his fingers to caress her g-spot. She was coming apart for him, and only him. He could still smell her arousal, but in this new more intimate moment, it changed from the ripe fruit that drove him crazy to something even more intoxicating.
He couldn't put a name to the scent of her emotions. Something in between peaches and licorice, sunshine and rain, the muskiness of a humid night in the forest and a lazy Sunday morning. She was perfectly intoxicating and all he'd ever wanted.
Love. She smelled of love.
The little hairs all along his arms and stood up, doing the wave. He'd fucking fallen in love with her.
He didn't know when or how. He definitely knew he shouldn't have. There was no going back now. His heart would forever be hers. The words were on the tip of his tongue to say, but he didn't say them. Tonight he would show her how he felt. Tomorrow, or the next day, when there weren't so many new revelations about who and what he was, then he'd tell her.
"Max, I need you," she whispered in a soft, husky voice. "Please."
"I need you too." He had to swallow dow
n the knot of emotion welling up in his throat. He wasn't even inside of her yet, and this was already the most passionate meaningful sexual experience of his life.
He leaned in and took her mouth in a slow, deep kiss, putting all the words and emotions into the message from his body to hers. She wrapped her arms around this neck and moaned into his mouth.
His cock was already notched at her entrance and he wanted to come so badly, he had to concentrate like an untried kid not to embarrass himself. He would not come before she did. He would not. Gal would always, always come first. In bed and in his life.
He slowly pushed into her and his head nearly exploded from the pleasure. No sex had ever been this good. Not with anyone else, ever. This wasn't sex, this was a fucking epiphany.
"Oh Max, holy... Max, you feel... I can't...don't stop." Gal wrapped her legs around the back of his and tugged him closer. "I don't know what kind of move you're doing, but do. not. stop."
"I won't, baby." If she thought this was a move, he'd better get his real moves going. He wanted to blow her mind as much as she was his. "We're just getting started."
He pistoned his hips so he filled her and she groaned. That was the sound he wanted hear. It was practically killing him to go this slow but he would keep up exactly this pace if it meant he could continue to see her like this. He withdrew from her feeling every centimeter of her body sliding against his.
"Please, Max, more." She dug her nails into his shoulders, gripping him hard. "You're killing me. Faster, harder, take me."
Thank God. Max thrust into her and set up a rhythm that had them both panting. He wasn't going to last long like this. But Gal was on fire too. He simply needed to find just the right way to push her over the edge. Their bodies were doing what they both needed, but his dick and her pussy weren't the only erogenous zones on their bodies.
In fact, he knew the best one, and the best way. Words were this sexy librarians jam. She'd already shown him how much she was turned on when he talked dirty to her. And he was one dirty fucker.
