I gently slide from his body, and we both moan through a final peak. Poe crosses his delicate forearms on the shower wall and leans his forehead against them as my cum streams down his leg.
I stand behind him, spreading his cheeks. “Fuck. Look at this beautifully used hole. Goddess, I came buckets,” I say, kissing his shoulder.
“So did I. I think we may have ruined your duvet, anyway.”
“I’m going to have to order one of those rubber lined bedsheets for us,” I say, dipping my thumb inside of him.
“No complaints from me,” he says, grinning as he reaches back to stroke my poor, sensitive dick.
My nuts are ready to throw in the towel, but one more weak orgasm shivers through my body. Poe’s stomach grumbles, and I laugh, resting my forehead on his shoulder.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and fed. Can’t have my mate wasting away,” I say, kissing his shoulder.
He turns in my arms and looks up into my eyes. “This is the first time you’ve called me that.”
“What?” I ask, smiling wolfishly, unable to approximate innocence. “My mate?”
“Asshole,” Poe whispers, wrapping his arms around my neck to pull me down for another kiss. We makeout under the hot water until his stomach rumbles again, and I laugh against his lips.
“Fucking hell.” I shake my head before resting it against his. At his confused look, I answer, “I let her get so much into my head it blinded me to anything else. I’m so fucking sorry, Poe.”
He cups my cheek before pressing his lips to mine. “I didn’t realize how hard it had been for you, but I kinda get it now. I know you don’t know what it means to be mated, but my family does. As soon as we’re safe for public consumption, I’ll introduce you to them, and you’ll see how it’s supposed to be.”
Somehow, I believe him.
I take his soft lips with mine, then whisper, “I can’t wait.”
I may only be barely conscious, but I do know when my cock is being sucked. Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I look down, enjoying the visual of messy black hair nestled between my thighs, Poe’s pale slip of a body and adorable ass laid out in front of me.
“Morning,” I rumble, my voice rough from sleep.
Continuing his sensual slide up and down my cock, Poe flits his eyes up at me, and they catch the light.
“Stunning.” I cup the back of his head, tilting my hips, loving the way it feels to use his throat. To know his mouth is mine as much as it is his.
Thankfully, the hair trigger on my orgasms has backed off, and we’re able to enjoy the simple pleasureof a morning blow job. He runs his hands up and down my thighs, moaning as he continues to take me apart. His fingers creep up onto my belly, running through the thick hair all the way up to my chest, where he gently plays with my nipples.
We sigh and breathe together, our bodies gently rolling in time with one another, his hands teasing out even more pleasure in tune with his talented mouth. Soon enough, a sleepy, slow-moving orgasm spreads through my limbs. He moans again, slurping down every bit of me.
Finally, Poe pulls away from my cock, sitting back on his knees, grinning as he wipes a bit of cum away from the corner of his mouth. I feel his happiness in my chest.
“I never let a guy come in my mouth before,” he says, his head tilting to the side as he lashes his tongue over his lips, going after every last bit. “Now I’m drinking it down like it’s the secret to life. This mating stuff is wild.”
Chuckling, I reach for him, dragging him up for a kiss. “I would never demand it, of course, but few things are as sexy as watching you take my big wolf cock into your pretty raven mouth.”
Deepening our kiss, I reach for his dick, gently stroking him, thumbing the head, loving how much he’s dripping for me.
“I’ve never seen so much pre-cum in my life,” I say, nuzzling into his temple as my cock revives.
“Me neither. Before, I’d maybe have a little drop if I were super turned on, but this is a whole newballgame.” He snickers. “Literally.”
“Mmf. All this talk about pre-cum is making me thirsty.”
I push him down onto the bed, sliding my mouth down his dripping cock, drool flooding my mouth. Poe’s breathing goes a little erratic and a growl rumbles in my throat.
“Coming,” he caws, grasping my head, fucking my mouth.
I take his hips, pulling him in deeper, loving the first hit of cum at the back of my throat. He’s right, of course. Something about this experience is very different. I never minded swallowing before, but this… this is new. His delicious, perfect cum is necessary, somehow. Hell, I might have an addiction to the stuff.
