LovingLaney

by Lorna Jean Roberts

  So she didn’t protest as he rose; she fully expected him to drop her on the bed and race out the door. Instead, he clasped her tightly against him and moved around the bed into the small bathroom.

  “W-what are you doing?” she asked as he set her on the small countertop beside the sink before leaning down to turn on the bath faucet.

  Rising, he pushed her arm off her breasts.

  “You know, you’re the shyest wolf I’ve ever met, sweet.”

  “My name is Laney! And there’s nudity, and then there’s nudity.” She blushed furiously as he chuckled.

  “So there is. You know, I love how you do this.” His fingers brushed her warm cheeks.

  “What? Blush like a naïve little fool? That’s what I am, after all.” Her words were slightly bitter. “I can run my own bathwater. Just close the door on the way out, okay?” His being kind to her was only making it harder for her to keep her composure, and she could feel tears threatening.

  “You really need to work on your hospitality skills, little one.” He leaned down and kissed her hard and fast. “One, you are not a naïve little fool. You’re innocent. There is a big difference. Two, I don’t know what fools you’ve been around in the past, but I have no intention of allowing you to run me off. And three, no matter what happens tonight there is no way you could disappoint me.” With that, he stood back and started to strip.

  “W-what are you doing?” she asked, shocked as he stripped off his shirt to reveal a smooth, supple chest beneath. Damn, why couldn’t he have had a flabby gut? Or a third nipple? Then he stripped off his jeans and boxers and she gasped aloud at the erection he revealed. It was thick, pulsing and dear Lord, huge!

  “Why, sweet, you do boost a man’s ego.” He chuckled and her blush deepened as she realized she’d spoken out loud.

  “Why are you naked?” she blurted out as he turned to test the water. Apparently satisfied with the temperature, he quickly shut off the taps before turning back to her.

  “Because I don’t want to get my clothes wet.” He lifted her once again in his arms and lowered her into the tub. Laney let out a moan of pure bliss as the warm water hit her tired limbs. Her eyes closed, partly in relaxation, partly so she didn’t have to see the naked hunk kneeling beside her.

  “What are you doing?” she squealed as he grabbed one of her arms.

  “What does it look like, sweet? I’m washing you.” He gently bathed first one arm then the other, far more thoroughly than she would ever have bothered to. He moved his hands to her shoulders, making her sit forward so he could wash her back with long, lingering strokes.

  “Why?” she asked as he sat her back. He worked his hands down her chest, circling her breasts, moving slowly toward her still-hard nipples.

  “You know, you ask a lot of questions. Didn’t you say you needed a shower?”

  “A shower, yes, not this.” She gestured between the two of them as he moved from washing her breasts to her too-thin stomach. God, what did he think of her? She’d been told she was too childlike to turn any man on, her body too skinny and flat. Most female werewolves were lush, curvaceous and tall. All thoughts fled as he moved his hands to her feet, massaging each one firmly. Shocked, she let out a low, deep moan of sheer bliss.

  “Aren’t you enjoying it?”

  She moaned again as he dug into the arch of her right foot with his thumb.

  “That’s not the point,” she groaned. “The point is why are you doing this?”

  “Maybe I want you to get used to my touch, used to being naked in front of me. I won’t take you covering yourself up in front of me. I don’t care how innocent you are, I want to look at you, touch you, watch you.” He moved to her other foot.

  “Why would you want to look at me? I have the body of a twelve-year-old.” Her words came out sleepy, slurred.

  “I don’t know where you get your ideas from, sweet, but the first moment I spotted you I wanted you, and I’ve been hard ever since.” He washed her legs, moving slowly up one leg then the other before he placed them on the edge of each side of the tub.

  “What are you doing?” She tried to sit up but he pushed her gently back and she was enjoying herself too much to put up much of a protest.

  “Relax, little one, let me take care of you.”

  She gasped slightly, her thighs trying to close in protest as he washed between her legs. But he wouldn’t let her deny him. Easily keeping her thighs apart with his wide shoulders, he proceeded to wash her thoroughly, cleaning her folds lightly, gently. Laney found herself relaxing once again. Watching him sleepily, she caught his satisfied smile before he threw away the cloth and drew her up out of the bath.

  “Twelve years old, my ass. Damn, you look sexy, sweetheart, all tousled and wet. I swear, I’m salivating from just the sight of you,” he groaned, drawing a small grin from her.

  “Really? You think I’m sexy?” she asked as he dried her quickly before picking her up and walking into the bedroom. Laying her on her stomach, he poured some scented oil onto his hands. Laney stiffened, all too aware of the faint scars that covered her back.

  “Sweet, you’ve seen my erection, I think it speaks for itself.” He massaged the tight muscles of her back while Laney groaned. Obviously the light wasn’t bright enough to highlight the thin scars covering her lower back and buttocks. Werewolves had excellent night vision, but it wasn’t as sharp when they were in human form.

  Warm languor flowed over her as his hands kneaded and rubbed, working their way from her shoulders down to her lower back. She lay, relaxed and dreamy, swimming on a sea of bliss. Cooper moved from her back to her feet once again. Even for a werewolf, being on your feet for hours on end took its toll. The pleasure of having someone rub the ache from her abused feet, her calves and thighs, was breathtaking. Moaning softly, she didn’t even think about protesting when he spread her thighs apart, kneeling between them to massage her butt cheeks. Her breathing slowed as she lay between that state of consciousness and sleep, that dreamy place where anything was possible.

  Laney felt his fingers running down the crack of her ass before his thumb rubbed over her tight asshole, massaging the oil in. Jolting in shocked surprise, she tried to rise but her muscles wouldn’t cooperate and he easily held her down with a hand on her lower back.

  “Shh, sweet, just lie there and feel, don’t think, just feel.” The hand that had been holding her down now moved between her legs, rubbing oil into her already slick folds.

  “Your skin is gleaming, shining. I want your pussy to do the same, sweet. Open up a bit further for me.”

  “Good girl,” he murmured when she obeyed his softly spoken command. His fingers rubbed the oil in as her relaxation turned into arousal, the blood that had thickened and slowed with his massage now raced around her body, seeming to gravitate to the area between her thighs, which throbbed, preening at the attention it was receiving.

  She moved restlessly, wanting more, needing more, but unsure what to ask for.

  “Tell me how you feel, little one. What do you want?”

  “I-I don’t know,” she cried out, frustration eating at her as the tension between her legs grew. It began deep inside her, spreading its way out. She was empty, aching, wanting. And what she wanted was him.

  She whimpering in need, moving her thighs restlessly as he continued to massage her slowly, gently.

  “It’s not enough,” she cried out. “I need more!”

  “More what, little one?”

  “You, please, Cooper, I need you.”

  “Oh no, sweet, not yet, you’re not ready for me quite yet. But you will be.” He slapped her ass gently.

  “Roll over.” She moved onto her back, her eyes opening slightly, drinking in the sight of him. He was powerfully built and it would have been easy for him to hurt her, break her. She should have been frightened. But he was treating her so tenderly that she couldn’t convince herself to turn away. Her wolf snarled slightly at the thought. It thought they’d found someone w
orthy, he was strong and dominant but not violent. The wolf wanted to keep him.

  Laney tensed at the thought, suppressing it, pushing it down. There was no way they could ever keep—

  “Oh my God,” she screeched as his thumb tapped her clit firmly. One thick, long finger entered her. The muscles of her passage clenched down, her head thrashing back and forth upon the bed as he drove her higher and higher. Hot arousal filled every inch of her body as she reached desperately for something unknown.

  “Easy, sweet,” he crooned as another finger joined the first. “Let it come naturally. Just relax and let it come.”

  Relax! Was he mad? She was poised at the brink, ready to overflow, just a little further, just a little bit more…

  Then it took her over, pleasure so deep and consuming that she threw her head back, her body arching off the bed as she screamed his name aloud.

  Cooper continued to play lightly with her clit, bringing her back down slowly, drawing out her orgasm.

  “How are you feeling, little one?” he asked, staring down at her intently. He kept one hand over her mound, massaging her gently.

  “Shocked,” she replied, aftershocks still causing her to shiver in delight as she grinned up at him. “Amazing, wonderful, splendid! Like I’m on top of the world!” She raised her hands to the sky. “I could get addicted to that.”

  He chuckled and, leaning down, kissed her until she was breathless.

  “Well, we don’t want you going too long between fixes, do we?” he asked, beginning to kiss his way down her throat.

  “Wait!” She placed a hand on the back of his head.

  “Can I…umm, would you mind…”

  “Sweet, just spit it out.”

  “I want to touch you. Would you…can I?” He grinned and rolled onto his back.

  “I thought you’d never ask.”

  She ran a hand over his chest, enjoying the warm, hard feel of him. Licking her lips, Laney used her thumbs to rub his nipples, smiling smugly as he hissed. “Where the hell did you learn to do that, sweet?” he drawled, a jealous glint in his eyes.

  “From you,” she murmured. He relaxed a little and Laney focused her gaze on the proud shaft quivering on his flat stomach.

  “Touch it,” he growled.

  “What?” she asked, startled into looking up into his face.

  “You want to touch it, please touch it.”

  “But don’t you want me to touch you in other places first?” She gestured toward the rest of his body.

  “Sweet, I’m a man. One look at you and I’m good to go. Nibbling is all good, but right now I’m begging you to go to the main course.” He took her hand and guided it to his hard cock.

  “Just like that, sweet.” He groaned as she ran her hand up and down his shaft. “Harder, baby, uhhh.” She grinned as his hips rose up off the bed. Leaning down, she drew the tip of his cock into her mouth, sucking softly.

  “Ahhh, God.” His groan was so pained that she quickly sat up in panic.

  “Did I do something wrong?” she asked, tensing, preparing herself for the blow.

  “God, no, sweet, in fact, I’m begging you to do it again.”

  “Really?” she asked before she eagerly lowered her head again, this time taking more of his warm cock in her mouth, relishing the silken feel of him.

  “Suck as you move up, that’s it, sweet. Now hold the base firmly with your hands, harder, sweet. That feels so good. Your mouth is killing me, it’s hot, silky and it’s driving me wild.”

  Laney sucked her cheeks in as she ran her mouth back up to the tip, swirling her tongue around his head, licking the tiny slit. She heard his breathing quicken, felt him grow impossibly longer.

  “Sweet, I’m going to come now, move back.” She shook her head, sucking harder, her hands moving up and down the base of his cock until she felt him come. Hot, creamy liquid spurted into her mouth as she drank him down, reveling in his shout of release. Her cream dripped down her thighs, her pussy tingling in wicked delight as she licked him clean.

  His hands lightly stroked her hair before pulling her head off him with a pop. Lifting her up, he kissed her gently, his tongue licking at her swollen lips.

  “Thank you, sweet,” he murmured softly. Rolling her onto her back, he leaned up on one elbow to gaze down at her. “You look so sexy lying here naked that I almost don’t know where to begin.” He moved a hand down to one breast, playing with the nipple lightly.

  “I’m too small,” she murmured, a blush covering her face as she used a hand to try to cover her breasts.

  “Excuse me?” He raised an eyebrow, gazing down at her.

  She gestured toward her body.

  “I’m small. I have no curves, no boobs. I really don’t see how you find me attractive.”

  He let out a long, heavy sigh before climbing off the bed. Laney squeezed her eyes shut, burrowing her head in her pillow. Disappointment almost had her in tears. Why did she have to draw attention to her faults? He’d been willing to sleep with her anyway, but now he’d given up on her in disgust. Oh well, at least she’d experienced some mind-blowing sex before she’d ruined it.

  “Up you get, sweet.” She gasped as he easily picked her up, moving her over to stand in front of the wardrobe. A full-length mirror covered the door and she quickly tried to cover herself in embarrassment. A sharp smack on her ass had her jumping, turning in shock to glare at the grinning man behind her.

  “You smacked me!” she accused him.

  “You tried to cover up, naughty girl.” Cooper shook his head before turning her back around to face the mirror.

  “Put your right foot on this chair, baby.” While she’d been drowning in disappointment he’d pulled over a chair from the small kitchen table.

  “Why?” She looked at it warily.

  “Because, Miss Suspicious, it will open you up farther, which it makes it easier for me to touch you.” Laney did as he asked, aware that she was now exposed, vulnerable. She immediately blushed a shade of red guaranteed to stop traffic.

  “Now the rules are—no covering yourself and no looking away from the mirror.” Standing behind her, he was tall enough that he could easily see over her head. Laney watched as he gazed down at her naked body, his look of intense hunger easing her embarrassment.

  “Touch your breasts. Play with your nipples, sweet. I want to see you squeeze them, see you bring yourself pleasure.” Laney took a sharp breath, but the disappointment she’d felt when she thought he was leaving spurred her on. She wanted to please him, to please herself. So she moved her hands to her breasts, surprised by the zing of sensation. She tweaked her nipples softly, then harder, experimenting with the feel.

  “Never touched yourself before, have you, sweet?” There was surprise in Cooper’s voice, as well as heat. Laney met his blazing hazel eyes in the mirror. She shook her head.

  “Now run your right hand down your stomach, uh-uh, keep your eyes open and watch yourself. Tug lightly at the hair covering your mound.” Laney let his low, silken voice swirl through her body, caressing her from the inside out.

  “By the way, I love that little landing strip, sweet. Don’t ever wax it off, you hear me?” She shook her head, willing to promise him anything in that moment as she pulled lightly on her well-trimmed pubic hair.

  “Now slip a finger through your folds. Are you wet, sweet? Did you get wet sucking me off?” She nodded, shivering. With her leg raised, she could easily swirl her fingers up and down her slit.

  “Now I want you to raise that finger to my lips, yummmm.” Her breathing quickened as she watched him close his eyes, his face clearly showing his pleasure as he sucked her cream from her finger.

  “Back down you go, sweet.” His hand guided hers, moving her fingers to the top of her folds. She arched her back as her fingers flicked the tight bundle of nerves there.

  “Feel that, sweet? Feel your clit. It’s full, engorged, erect and waiting to be massaged. I want you to continue flicking it just like that. But d
on’t close your eyes.” He slapped her ass as she’d begun to do just that.

  “Watch yourself, sweet. How do you look? How do I look at you?”

  She looked at herself in the mirror, jolting in shock at the tousled, sexy woman looking back at her. This woman was hot, smoking hot. This woman was made for loving and boy did she want it. With one hand, she reached back and grasped the hard erection pressing into her lower back. She squeezed it, grinning as Cooper groaned.

  He shook his head at her, stepping back.

  “You do that, sweet, and I’m not going to last. And this time I want to come inside you.” Before she could protest, a thick finger began to enter her passage. Slowly it moved, so slowly she found herself sobbing with desperate need.

  “Cooper,” she cried out in shock. Her finger stopped moving on her clit as she concentrated on the thick digit moving in and out of her sheath.

  “Shh, baby. Keep moving that finger of yours, keep watching yourself. I want you to see how beautiful you are when you come.”

  “But I want you inside me,” she wailed, even as she did as he ordered.

  “Soon, sweet, soon, for now just watch and feel, watch and feel.” Another finger entered her, stretching her tight walls. Her clit felt impossibly sensitive as she swirled her finger around it. His fingers pulsed gently inside her until her womb clenched, her orgasm rushing over her, enveloping her whole body in a hot cocoon of ecstasy.

  She watched, watched as she came. And when she saw how beautiful she was in that moment, something hard and cold inside her melted. She would have collapsed had Cooper not caught her with his free arm, and still he continued to pump in and out of her, her muscles clamping down on him hard.

  “I can’t wait any longer, sweet. My patience is shot to hell.” He scooped her up and threw her softly onto the bed before climbing on top of her. His mouth descended to capture hers while his clever fingers returned to her pussy. Unbelievably, her arousal began to grow yet again.

  More moisture gushed out of her, lubricating his way as he drove his fingers in and out of her passage. Laney felt him pull back and she whimpered in protest at the loss of his touch. Her limbs felt heavy, drugged, as she tried to reach for him.