He wanted to tell her to stop, to wait, that she didn’t have to do any of it. But his body had other ideas.
“Rena. Fuck. I want you.”
“So big and hot,” she whispered and kissed him as she stroked, her small hand holding his cock then pumping him as she licked and nibbled at his mouth. Her tongue slid against his, and he was pushing into her hand, unable to keep still, seducing her with every kiss even as she made him mindless with desire.
He swam in her scent and touch. They kissed, the woman more than arousing, especially because her little moans of pleasure made everything so much hotter. As she moaned his name and ground against him, ordering him to come, he lost it.
He leaned his head back and swore, coming so hard he saw stars.
She continued to pump him, kissing his cheeks and mouth. And still he came, so gone he couldn’t reason.
When he finally rejoined his body, she was wiping her hand over his belly, using the underside of his shirt to clean herself.
Her smile was wide, her satisfaction impossible to miss. “You came a lot, baby.”
“Rena, Jesus.” He sagged back, done in.
“If that’s some of what you have to offer, I think you’re gonna make one hell of a valentine.” She stood. “Where’s your restroom?”
He nodded in the general direction of the area out front.
“Be right back.”
He sat there, his dick out, his shirt covered with cum, and stared blankly at the wall. When he heard footsteps again, he took his shirt off and used it to clean up. Man, she hadn’t been kidding. He’d made a mess.
After cleaning up and zipping up, he tossed his shirt to the floor and sought a spare tee from his bottom drawer. In a shop where things often got messy, he always kept a spare set of clothes.
Rena came in and gaped. “Oh my God. You are seriously cut!”
He grinned. “You see what you will be getting? An even better valentine,ja?” Now if only she’d whip off her shirt and show him those beautiful breasts. Feeling them had been amazing, but he wanted to suckle as well.
“You have tattoos.” She walked right up to him and ran her hands over the right side of his chest, his shoulder and arm. “Why not the left side as well?”
“I’m planning on it.” Something with rabbits and golden-eyed beauties would do.
“Well, let me know when you go because I want to watch.” She gave him a naughty smile. “Now I know what you felt Friday night.”
“Nein.You don’t know how many times I’ve made myself come, thinking of you. How many times I’ve imagined licking you up between your legs.” He moved closer and ran his beard over her cheek. “Between your legs,Häschen. Won’t that feel nice?”
“Damn. You are lethal.” She fanned herself.
He put his shirt on and laughed. “No more than you. I came so hard I nearly passed out. And I’m getting hard again. Come. Let me walk you out before I bend you over my desk,” he muttered, aware his body might make a mess of this courtship before he could again engage his brain.
But then she stopped him, a hand to his chest, engaging his heart. “Axel, I really am sorry.”
“Ah, sweetheart, I know. Me too.”
“For what?”
“For waiting ten months and two weeks to finally ask you out. I’m an idiot.” He’d turned her speechless, he saw with some amusement.
At her car, he waited until she’d belted in then signaled her to roll down her window.
“Yes,HerrIdiot?”
“Very funny.” Actually, it was. He chuckled. “I will make you mine by Valentine’s Day, Rena. This I promise.” And he’d have a nice talk with the pregnant she-wolf as well. He didn’t appreciate anyone upsetting his woman.
“Yeah?” Her eyes sparkled, and he wanted to capture this moment of having her all to himself, happy and tender and loving. “So you think you can win me over by Valentine’s Day?”
