I pull her shirt over her head and toss it aside. She’s wearing a simple cotton bra that somehow manages to be moreerotic than anything elaborate could be. I trace the edge of it with my fingers, watching her face for any sign of discomfort.
“You can touch me.” She reaches up and pulls me down for another kiss. “I’m not going to break.”
I unhook her bra and peel it away, finally seeing her bare from the waist up. “I know you’re not, but I’m going to take my time anyway.”
Her breasts are perfect. Not too large, not too small, with pink nipples that tighten under my gaze. I lower my head and take one into my mouth, sucking gently while I bring my hand up to palm the other.
She cries out, bowing her back off the bed. “Oh gods.”
“Feel good?” I switch to the other breast, giving it the same attention.
“Yes. More than good. More than anything I’ve felt before.”
I work her pants and underwear down her legs, leaving her completely bare beneath me while I’m still fully clothed. The contrast makes my cock throb, but I ignore my own need in favor of exploring every inch of her body.
She’s beautiful. All lean muscle and pale skin with bruises still fading from the Thornridge attack. I kiss each mark, silently promising myself that anyone who hurts her again will die screaming.
She tries to close her legs, suddenly self-conscious, but I push them back open.
“Don’t hide from me.” I settle between her thighs, spreading her wide so I can see everything. “You’re perfect, and I want to look at you.”
She’s soaked. I can see how wet she is, smell her arousal mixing with her natural scent, and my wolf practically howls with the need to claim her. But I promised to do this right, promised to show her what she’s been missing, and I’m not about to rush through this like some teenager who can’t control himself.
I drag one finger through her folds, gathering her wetness. She whimpers and tries to roll her hips, but I pin her down with my other hand.
“Stay still.”
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.” I circle her clit with my thumb, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp. “You’re going to stay still and let me make you come on my fingers first. Then on my tongue. Then, if you’re very good, on my cock.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Life’s not fair, little wolf.” I push one finger inside her, and she clenches around me. “But I’m going to make it very good.”
She’s so tight I can barely fit two fingers. I work her open slowly, pumping in and out while my thumb continues circling her clit. Her inner walls flutter around my fingers, and I can tell how close she already is.
“Let go.” I curl my fingers inside her, finding the spot. “Come for me.”
She goes rigid, clamping her inner walls down on my fingers as she comes with a cry that’s probably loud enough for the neighbors to hear. I work her through it, drawing out every wave of pleasure until she’s trembling and gasping beneath me.
“That’s one.” I withdraw my fingers and bring them to my mouth, tasting her. “Now for number two.”
“I can’t. It’s too much.”
“You can, and you will.” I lower my head between her thighs. “I want to taste you.”
The first swipe of my tongue makes her jerk against my hold. I pin her hips down and do it again, licking through her folds and circling her clit with intentional strokes. She tastes even better than she smells, and I could spend hours down here just learning what makes her scream.
I push two fingers back inside her while I work her clit with my tongue. She fists her hands in my hair, pulling hard enough to hurt, and I groan against her. The pain only makes me harder, makes me want to pin her down and take her hard enough that she feels it for days.
But not yet. First, I need to feel her come apart on my tongue.
I increase the pressure, sucking her clit into my mouth while I pump my fingers faster. She’s babbling now, words I can’t quite make out mixed with my name and pleas for more or mercy—I’m not sure which.
Her second orgasm hits harder than the first. Her inner walls clench around my fingers, followed by a flood of wetness as she comes, and I lap it up greedily while she shakes and moans.
When the aftershocks finally subside, I pull back and strip off my clothes. My cock springs free, already leaking at the tip, and she widens her eyes when she sees me.
