Werewolf Wedding(14)

“So you’re a werewolf?” I asked him, grinning in what I thought was a snarky, ironic way. After all, who the hell would say something that ridiculous?

“I... might have been playing it up a little bit,” he said, mirroring what he’d said earlier. “Just a little though.”

I started a little when he bent and kissed my neck and then parted my shirt to kiss me lower and lower until he was nuzzling between my breasts, his breath sliding along my skin and prickling every inch of me.

What the hell am I doing? The thoughts were rushing faster and faster. It was like a panic attack was coming on, but it was also completely different. I’m on my floor, with a guy who just ate enough beef to give himself a coronary, and he’s kissing my damn chest and I can’t keep scratching at him, and he’s saying he’s a werewolf. Did I just invite a crazy person into my... I gasped, my thoughts interrupted at his really good swirling kisses.

“Are you crazy?” I asked in between his kisses. “I know you said you aren’t a vampire, which is fine because they don’t exist, but neither do werewolves and you said you were one of those.”

He smirked again, those hazel eyes melting my resolve. “Nah,” Jake said with a lick of my belly and a kiss that turned into a bite just above my navel. “There’s a little animal in all of us, huh? What’s wrong with just giving in to it sometimes, right?”

“Nothing,” I said, rolling my eyes as he unbuttoned my old jeans and slid his kisses down me. “Nothing... at... oh my God...”

His tongue somehow found a place I’d never found on my own, and believe you me, I’ve found plenty of places through the years. That’s when I looked down and realized...

“You’re not even touching me,” I moaned, arching my back again, loving the hot burn of my skin sliding against the hardwood floor. “How can you make me feel this good when you’re not even... touching... me...?” The gasps that punctuated my yammering were more and more pushed to the back of my mind as tight, pulsing tension crawled up the back of my legs, and caressed my sweetest place. I was hot inside and out – inside from the way I was burning to have him, to have all of him, and outside from his kisses and his fingertips dancing their pirouettes on my belly and then hooking underneath the sensible panties I had been wearing.

He didn’t move them though. He just slipped his fingers inside the waistband, teasing me gently with the tip of his finger.

Jake’s tongue swirled against my soaked sex, massaging my folds eagerly through the cotton. He was groaning, inhaling my scent. “You’re making me crazy,” he whispered when he came up for air. “The way you taste on my tongue, the way you smell... Where have you been all my life?”

Gently he nipped the inside of one thigh, then the other, before burying himself against me one more time. His lip, right underneath his nose, was pressed on my clit, and with every lash of his tongue over the top of my panties, Jake’s breath slid along my folds and seemed like it was seeping into me, through me.

Involuntarily, I clutched the sides of Jake’s head, and thrust my hips up against his face. The grinding, the hot, slow licking... and nothing was inside me, not even a fingertip.

“How are you,” I stopped for a breath. “How are you making me... without even... nothing in,” I groaned again, my throat rattling as it constricted in pleasure. My voice barely worked, my eyes were either closed or I couldn’t see.

“When things are right,” Jake ran his thumb along my entrance – but still outside my panties. He teased gently, like he was going to ram his thumb through the cotton and into me, but he just pressed. With his other fingers, he pushed into the tight spots on the insides of my legs, right around the tendons.

I was sailing.

“When things are right, our bodies respond,” he licked along one side of me, just the tip of his tongue going underneath the edge of my panties. The ferocious groan that escaped his lips was almost frightening. “And when that happens, our hearts won’t let us... do anything else.”

He might have said something else. He probably did. But if I’m being honest, I wasn’t in any shape to listen to words. My eyes started to flutter as another trailing, teasingly hot breath caressed my sex and his tongue slid along my underwear to the other side.

Jake was inhaling me, devouring me, and that thumb was somehow on exactly the right place to send me careening over the edge of sanity into the unknown abyss of an orgasm without anything inside me.

I felt myself convulse, and all the nerves between my legs, crawling up my sides flared at once.

Jake opened his mouth, enveloping my entire self in his mouth. The pulses of his tongue somehow matched the beating of my heart as it thudded heavily in my chest. My lungs forced out all my air in a wonderful contraction just as my vision went all wobbly and weird. He slid his tongue up me, then down, and when I next inhaled, I sailed right over that cliff I was sitting on.

I grabbed him, I clawed him, and by the time the word came back to something approaching reality – when my vision stopped shaking, and I could see more than pinpoints of light in a cold, black sky, Jake was kissing his way up my belly. I tasted myself on his lips, and then collapsed in a heap, pulling his arm underneath me as I went.

The skin of his chest was still burning hot, but his heartbeat had slowed, as had mine. I turned my head and looked at him, then got a wild urge. My hand shot out, wrapping around the tightness in his jeans. “That’s gotta hurt,” I said softly, into Jake’s ear. “Want me to help you with that?”