“Fuck being careful!”
My thoughts exactly.
I already knew how wet she was, but when I finally pulled myself free from my briefs to slide my head along her slick folds, I couldn’t help the groan that punched its way out of my throat. If Naomi’s hands were a bonfire to my cool skin, that gorgeous, pink, swollen pussy of hers was a legitimate inferno. It had been like a volcano along my tongue, her arousal the most welcome lava, and my entire mind was focused on how that same blaze would feel along my cock.
“Are you ready?” I murmured, sliding it along a few more times. I didn’t know if I was teasing her more than myself, but it didn’t matter. The pleasure was already so strong, it was making my fangs ache.
Bury them in her throat and DRINK!
I ignored that instinct. Part of me lusted for that above all else, but it was easy to suppress. One, because I would never drain anyone without explicit consent. Two, because the thought of draining her dry and leaving her as a husk somewhere made me physically ill. I’d walk into the sun before I’d let harm come to Naomi, let alone harm her directly myself.
Fuck, I needed her.
“I’m ready. Please,please,no more waiting.”
No argument on my part. I wasn’t even sure if I evencouldwait much longer.
Gripping myself, I finally slid the head of my cock against her entrance. At some point, if I was lucky enough to have this again, I would have to tie her wrists with silk scarves to my headboard, blindfold her, then eat her out until she was physically incapable of coming again without taking a solid nap.
And then I’d draw her a hot bath, rub her feet, shoulders, or whatever else she needed, then do it all over again once she was recovered.
But that was a matter for another day.
Slowly,achinglyslowly, I slid into her.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck,fuck!
Even though I’d already felt her on my tongue and fingers, the incredible heat of her still stole my breath, which I hadn’t thought was possible anymore. I actually had to pause and collect myself. The velvet, silken press of her walls around me was nearly my undoing.
“So tight…” I hissed.
The whimper that escaped the beauty below me made my cock throb. My feral, baser instincts were rising higher and higher. Not to feed, but to rut. To fuck. To let loose and leave civility at the door.
Naomi cupped my cheek with one hand while the other raked down my front.
“You don’t have to be gentle,” she murmured, still looking at me with enough heat to match the feel of her around me. “I’m a shifter. I can take it.”
But despite the instincts and hedonism trying to take over my mind, concern for her still bloomed. “Are you sure?”
She kissed me hard, before looking me dead in the eyes. “I promise, I will tell you the moment anything is too much. But I want you so deep inside of me that I can taste you on the back of my tongue, and it feels like I might crack in two if you make me wait any longer. I’m not made of glass, I won’t break.”
I trusted Naomi. Other than the human ruse we’d both tried to pull on each other, she’d only ever been honest with me. So, if she said she could take it, that I could let go and lean into the wicked and wild parts of me, then what reason did I have not to believe her?
That banished the rest of my doubts, and I thrust into her. Filling her. Plundering her. Whiting out my mind from the overwhelming sensation of it all.
Once I was fully buried inside her, I stopped to enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by her. Naomi squirmed beneath me. Although there was no pain written on her features, only bliss, I got the impression from the way her walls fluttered around my cock that she was trying to adjust, trying to accept the stretch of me. I loved knowing her body had to work to accommodate me. I wasn’t monstrously sized, but I had learned in my travels that I was above average. It was one of the reasons I had gotten so adept at making my partner climax before I did, as often I wasn’t going to get anywhere unless they’d already had an orgasm or two to loosen things up.
“God, Naomi, you feel so fucking good.”
Not the most eloquent of phrases, but it was true. And it remained true as I pulled out slightly, then thrust all the way back in again, flexing my hips to get deeper. The gasp that escaped her was more than worth it.
“More!” That word punched through my soul, a manifesto in a single syllable. “More, more,more, moremoreMORE!”
Her chorus, her benediction, eradicated the tiniest threads of caution I had left. I pounded into her, completely enraptured asher body bounced with each thrust, those perfect breasts of hers hypnotic in their dance, as well as her soft belly and the thick breadth of her thighs. Those supple hips of hers begged to be touched, and I dug my fingers into her silky skin.
Naomi only seemed to be more than appreciative of the move, her back arching up off the bed to give me a better hold on her as I fucked her. She was art. A masterpiece upon a masterpiece wrapped in a magnum opus coated in rapture. How someone like her could exist was beyond me, but I was more than grateful for being allowed in her presence.
