Werewolf Wedding(71)

“Just... I need you so bad,” I groaned, trickling my fingernails along his sides and down his arms.

He tested my entrance, pushing his tip just inside. “Slowly,” he said. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Could you be any more perfect?” my words turned back into pleasured mumbling at the end, but from the way he stared at me, I knew he understood what I’d said before the wonderful stretching between my legs took my voice.

“Well,” he grinned one of his flashing, burning hot grins. “I can’t ever poach eggs right.”

I laughed the loudest, biggest, most honest laugh I remember. The purity of emotion, the complete vulnerability that I felt like I was allowed to show him without any fear of a cruel joke or a nasty remark took me to another plateau. “More,” I whispered, when his head dropped and I could suck at his ear lobe. I nibbled just a little bit. “Give me more.”

He slid deeper, my sex stretching around him, gripping him and refusing to let go. “Don’t ever go away,” he breathed against my neck. “I’m not the perfect one.”

As he went deeper, I clawed his arms, leaving red streaks and getting a groan from his lips that left my body shaking. As hard as I could, I squeezed my deepest muscles, urging him in further and further until I felt his hair against the puff of mine. He was all the way in, and I felt like in that moment that I couldn’t tell where I stopped and he started.

Sweat ran down the sides of his face. “Scratch... me,” he urged. “Harder... yes, yes...”

Jake was motionless inside me for a moment, only the throbbing of his pulse was his only motion. Our hearts came together, pounding in an ever heightening rate until finally they were beating exactly together.

I’ve only been in one fight in my life. One real, honest to goodness fist fight. But right then, I got the same surge of adrenaline, of pure, unaffected passion. I shoved him off my chest. He took the hint. With hands cradling my legs, he rocked back until he was laying on the warm, hardwood floor and I was on top of him, staring down.

He was so deep, so achingly, wonderfully deep, that I could hardly stand it as I began to rock my hips back and forth. Jake’s hair was around his head, pooled on the floor in a swirl of brown curls. His eyes were closed, but when I lifted myself and then thrust him deeper than ever before, they shot open. He had a look on his face of bliss, and I knew from the hot flush running up and down my spine that I was right there with him.

His hands went from my thighs to my breasts. He pinched softly at first, testing to see if I would react. “Don’t play... with... me,” I groaned as I lifted up and slammed back down. “Harder. Make it hurt.”

He twisted his fingers just a bit. Pain streaked through me like a lightning bolt, and the crackling of pleasure followed immediately afterward. My whole world was nothing but sweet ecstasy, and when I ran my fingernails down Jake’s chest, he let his head fall back against the floor with a thud. “Yes,” he moaned, through barely parted lips. “Yes, oh my God yes...”

I lifted again, but this time he followed me up, driving his hips into me, pushing that hot thickness as deep as it could go. Our skin slapped together, and when I drove him back to the floor, I knew there wasn’t going to be a whole lot more of this before I absolutely exploded. Suddenly, the sweat running down my face, trickling down the hollow of my throat was all mine. I drew a deep breath through my nose to try and quell the blast I knew was coming.

He drove upward one more time, grinding against my sweetest place. He clutched my ass with those incredible hands, and with his body fully inside mine, I felt him tighten.

A twitch on his face and then so deep in me that I felt it shake my core came right before the his mouth fell all the way open. I threw my head back, surrendering to the white heat that I knew I couldn’t fight any more.

“De...lilah,” he groaned, with such ferocity that I felt his voice rumble in my chest. “I can’t hold... on...”

“Don’t,” I whispered. “I’m right there.”

He clutched me hard, grinding me against his body, and I fell forward. My hands flattened against the floor and my lips an inch from his. In that second, I opened my eyes in a dreamy haze to find him staring back at me. “I want to watch when you... kiss me...”

Our lips tangled into one another, our tongues swirling together. The tide inside me broke.

I felt him erupt, I felt his entire body shake, and then every muscle in me went taut. The cords in my neck thrummed. A hum of tension carried through my entire being. He sucked my bottom lip, and then bit down, but only for a moment.

Jake moaned my name again, and breathed into me. The tension ripping through me collapsed all at once. I tried to tell him how good it felt, to tell him I loved him, but it was just garbled mumbles of absolute pleasure, of complete release, that came out.

We lay there, our bodies entertwined, for what seemed like eternity as we both shuddered and shook together. As my heart slowed, and I started to breathe at a pace vaguely resembling normal, I blinked a few times, clearing the spots from my vision. Jake had a dazed, almost uselessly happy look on his face when I rolled off the top of him, sighed heavily, and nestled against him. He wrapped his arm around me, and we stayed just like that, staring up at the ceiling, as the gentle air from the massive overhead fan cooled the sweat, and the sex, that covered us.

“I used to read a lot,” I said, with my eyes half open and my soul laid bare. “Fairy tales, fantasy books, that sort of thing.”