The full length of his wolf cock and knot sink deep inside me, and the breath is almost knocked out of me. I don’t even feel the landing, just the impact ringing in my cervix.
His hips pounding into mine quickly comes to a stop as his cock is locked inside of me, only an inch or so of room to make friction. My body is pinned back against his, all I can do is pant and whimper as he drags a clawed hand through my folds, finding my sensitive clit with the pad of a finger.
My pelvis is still numb from the collision of his knot just barely fitting inside me the last time he rammed into me, but the added touch ratchets me to a horizon of sensation I can barely withstand. It is something fast and unwieldy, a pleasure so intense I can’t keep it contained. I let out the most-obscene moan, arching back into him. I can’t care less how it sounds or if there is anyone at all who can hear me out in the woods.
My voice breaks out into a squeal, until I’m gasping for breaths between whines of pleasure. My inner walls startclenching uncontrollably in my climax. It blooms in me, a warm, soft heat that relaxes every part of my body it spreads to.
I grind my hips back against his, desperate to work what little friction I can and ride my climax out. Each punctuated rut ends on a twitch and a spurt, the aftershocks of my climax squeezing around his knot. He lets out a groan that is almost human again, his wolf cock twitches and spurts again.
I whimper, utterly unable to take any more.
I don’t remember Shawn biting me, when he sunk his teeth into the meaty part of my upper arm. It must have happened when I was lost in the throes of pleasure. I just notice the sting of it finally able to be heard as all the other sensations lessen, his teeth dislodging from my arm.
I’m so dizzy and maybe even delirious from that orgasm, I don’t even really know how long he was biting me for. I can feel his enormous load in me, oozing through the almost nonexistent space between his knot and my reddened, twitching cunt.
“We could have been doing that for eight years,” I mutter, and there’s a ghost of a laugh in his breath.
We lie there a long time, just breathing, his knot tying me close to him. Honestly after all that, I don’t know that I’d be able to move if I wanted to, even to roll over. I feel like I need a cool down stretch and maybe some Advil.
The pearly white fluid seeps out of me the next time Shawn moves to adjust me against him, the swell of his knot finally starting to go down. He makes no move to pull out, and honestly might have fallen asleep. I’m not far behind on that, so I decide to just make myself comfortable, laying my head against his chest, feeling safe with his arms around me.
Shawn still loves me, and it kicks ass, honestly.
It’s like finding my favorite sweatshirt that had been lost for a long, long time; it’s like standing in a gorgeous sunbeam; it’s like that mystical hazy memory of lying down in the grass before you knew there were so many bugs down there. Cozy. Something I missed.
It’s not the same as the first time we got married. It’s not a promise to commit to forever, to hold on so tight it leaves no room for healthy doubt. It’s a commitment to growing together. It’s different because we’re different. We know we’re flawed, and that makes us able to work with those flaws.
Alright, let’s give this another try; see where it goes. Whatever happens, it will be worth every moment.
26
Shawn
Considering how yesterday started out, things are going really well.
Despite previous resolutions against it, I am now pro-waking up in the woods naked, as long as Elise is also there, her body pressed to mine.
She’s still fast asleep when the sounds of birds wake me. Her head rests on my arm, the odd leaf or pine needle poking out of her hair.
Elise, here. I still can’t believe it.
I draw long, gentle scratches up and down the back of her thighs. She shifts in my embrace, rolling over to give me better access.
Every few scratches or so, I pause to trace the curve of her ass, gently squeezing delicious handfuls of it. Unabashedly, that part is just for me, even if she smiles and makes a little pleased sound as she dozes, tucked perfectly against me.
There are few pleasures greater than jiggling your mate’s ass and watching it shake like Jell-O in a minor earthquake. Amazing. I don’t know how this never gets old.
We fell asleep before my knot went down enough for us to separate. It must have happened sometime in the night. Probably for the best, considering my morning wood is pressed against her stomach currently.
She finally rolls over, dragging a kiss from my chest to my jaw.
“Oh, your breath is terrible,” she mumbles, making a face. She reaches for a blanket that isn’t there, and then sits up a little more, frowning. She blinks sleepily, taking in the woods around us.
It’s hard not to be afraid it’s not really as good as it seems, that everything could feel so perfect and right. I hold off on the knee-jerk need to panic, though.
“So...this isn’t too much?” I ask, pushing up on an elbow.
“No, not at all. You know, it isn’t actually that much more body hair than you have normally.” She yawns into a hand, before rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
