Werewolf Wedding(70)

“Don’t make me wait,” I whispered. My voice was already thick with desire and just then I noticed that my pulse was matching the urgency I felt.

That tongue, running up and down the line where my legs came together, was one of the sweetest, most enchanting sensations I’ve ever felt. It reminded me of naked sunbathing in the middle of the Florida Keys the way warmth spread first across my skin, and then all the way to my bones.

“How do you do that?” I asked, half-breathless and a little concerned that I might pass out if the sensations got any stronger. “It’s just so...”

Before coming up for air, Jake let the tip of his tongue trickle along my folds, exploring me, so gently, so carefully. He gave me a little playful nibble on the deepest part of my left thigh, that made me first giggle and then moan ever so slightly.

“Everything’s better when you’re in love, didn’t anyone tell you that?”

I closed my eyes and rolled my head back and forth for a moment, almost not believing that any of this was real. But here it was – here he and I were, and I could hardly believe this was reality. “Lots of people did,” I whispered. “I just never really felt it.” After a moment’s pause, I remembered to finish. “Not like this, anyway.”

“Shh,” he breathed, letting his breath warm my naked belly before his tongue did the same thing. When his mouth finally went back between my legs, it was a revelation. The pulse in my chest was pounding, my breath was shorter, harder and hotter. All I could do was let it wash over me in waves that enveloped every sense I had. “You’re... incredible...” I managed to squeak, in the instant before one of his fingers parted my folds and entered me.

Involuntarily, I arched my back against the pressure, trying to drive him deeper, but the slow rotations of his fingertip resisted. With a soft laugh, Jake pulled away. “Not yet,” he said. “We’ve got the rest of our lives. We can go slow.”

“I... I’m not sure I can,” I said in between moans.

“You can if I say you can,” I could feel his lips curl into a smile as his tongue danced a slow circle around my clit. He matched the speed with his finger, slowly turning and finding a place that made me squeal out loud.

He played there for a moment but as soon as the clenching between my legs grew stronger, he retreated. “Not just yet,” he whispered.

My entire body was one giant goosebump. Tingling, prickly waves went through me, and before I knew what was happening, a familiar crescendo began to thrum deep in my core. “No,” I said, laughing. “No, I really can’t!”

I threw my legs up around Jake’s shoulders, and pulled as hard as I could. “Don’t stop,” I begged. “Don’t...”

And then any semblance of speech turned into helpless, ecstatic grumbling. I tensed up all over, and like a light switch flicking from halfway on to all the way off, relief washed through me, leaving a trembling mass behind.

“What’s that smug grin for?” I asked when I came back to myself and propped up on my elbows to see my big, bad wolf staring at me with the dumbest, most enamored look plastered all over his face that I’ve ever seen.

“I didn’t know it was even possible to fall in love as hard as I have,” was his answer. I should have expected him to say something that would knock me from flat on my back to somehow flatter on my back, but somehow I didn’t.

“I feel like a different person,” was the only thing I could think to say. “Like my entire life changed in a month. Like if you told me all this was going to happen a month ago, I never would have believed you. I mean, even aside from the werewolf thing.”

I sat up, grabbing Jake’s trim, muscled waist, and pulling him between my legs. His thickness lay against my belly, hot as a coal against my skin.

“Yeah, the werewolf business is probably a little jarring,” he said, hungrily kissing my neck, then my jaw, then sucking my bottom lip between his teeth and growling.

“Funny thing is,” I whispered, clutching his head and urging his mouth down to my breast. “The werewolf thing isn’t even the part that’s hardest to believe.”

Jake dragged this teeth along the curve of my breast until they reached my pebbled ring. A moment later, his nibbling brought me almost to another climax without any effort at all.

“I’m not a quick girl,” I said with a bashful smile. “You just do something to me.”

“You’re not the only one,” Jake said, lifting his forearm. It was more hairy than before. His nails were a bit longer, and his eyes burned more intensely. “I hope this doesn’t upset you.”

“How could it? You just show all the things I’m feeling. Yours are just outside.”

“I feel like I should take you to the bedroom, but I don’t think I’d make it. I kinda,” he was getting growly again. God almighty did he get growly. And when he did, I felt myself go all wiggly and squirmy.

I laughed, “you won’t make it?”

I pushed off the table and grabbed his hands, dragging Jake down to the floor on top of me. He nestled between my legs, fitting almost too perfectly to believe. Wrapping my calves around his sides, I got him to push himself against me, up and down my folds. The thick roundness of his tip taunted me, teased me, and I angled my hips to try and get him inside.