Jasper guides my hand to his belt, and then under it once it’s loose.
My God, he’s so hard and thick. Long and thick, and as he leads my hand to his base, I feel something the size of a lime or lemon. “A knot. To keep you full of me when we make love. To keep my cum in you when you want to expand our family.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Nope. I’ll be gentle. You get to take me in nice and slow. And deep.” His fingers move inside the fabric of my panties, parting my slick lips and pushing slowly, firmly inside, until his knuckles rub against my clit. “When it’s inside of you, it should put pressure on your clit from the inside. You know that the clitoris is a lot bigger than the external part?” He rubs the bead as he speaks of it. “Inches deep and inches across. My knot will stimulate all of those areas and keep us locked together for twenty minutes or so. Isn’t that how much time a woman needs to make sure she reaches her peak?”
“Something like that.”
His hand thrusts now, slow and steady, while my walls collapse and cling to him, letting him touch the deepest parts of me. I angle up my hips, silently wanting more.
“I want to feel it,” I whisper.
“Not tonight. Too risky, in case we’re stuck together when I turn.”
I nod to show I understand, but I can’t help wanting him. “Can you have sex without knotting? Regular, quick sex?”
“There’s no rushing me when I’m with you.” He looks at the clock on his bedside table. “We have almost an hour.”
“That seems like a good amount of time,” I gasp as his fingers pick up speed.
“Definitely enough for this.” Jasper guides my pants and panties down, then moves down between my legs. His mouth leaves my nipples wet and stiffening further in the air, and I can’t help but play with them.
His mouth moves to my pussy, drinking me like he drank the milk, eyes watching me as I fondle my breasts, and milk leaks.
“Fuck, Loretta. That’s so sexy. My goddess. My perfect mate.” His legs kick off his work khakis, and his free hand, the one not fingering me so deeply that I think I see stars, starts to work over the long, thick length.
I haven’t wanted penetration since before Ari was born. Matt wasn’t a bad lover, but he wasn’t about experimentation or finding out how to improve. When I was looser post-partum, he complained.
I think what Jasper is sporting would fill me up, even if I wasn’t almost back to normal.
But right now, all I can think of is how it feels to be lavished with his tongue and his fingers, while he watches me. I look at him, watching him frantically moving over his shaft, as if he gets off from tasting me. As if these “floppy tits” or “leaky udders” are hot. “Do you like this?” I ask.
“Every single bit. I want every part of you, in every position,” Jasper pauses to moan. “I want you to come in my mouth, on my hand, on my cock, and finally on my knot. I’ve been looking for you for my whole life, Loretta. This is every dream come true.”
Spoiled with words and physical affection, with pleasure... I can’t help but buck forward, greedily riding his hand while I keep squeezing my aching breasts. A stream shoots out, and Jasper licks it off my belly and moves his mouth back up to mychest. His hand leaves my warmth, and his cock waits to take its place.
“So big.”
“Too big?” He arches one eyebrow.
“I don’t know. I want to find out.”
Jasper lets me guide his cock in.
The velvety smooth crown slips in easily, but the thick shaft pushes my walls and makes me gasp in the best possible way. “Oh, wow.”
When it reaches the place where Matt would stop, Jasper keeps going, filling me deep, and then starts to thrust, matching the urging of my reckless hips.
I want the knot. I want it pressing against me. I want to flirt with it filling me, pushing against all the internal structures that will push me over the edge.
“I can’t, little mate. Tomorrow night, yes. Tonight, no. Not safe.”
“Do werewolves mate when transformed?”
“Only if their mate is a wolf, too. Or...” he pauses, face close to mine. It’s flushed from exertion, but I think there’s a blush as well. “Well, you hear about some werewolves taking precautions so they can’t accidentally bite or scratch, and then... You would do that?”
“I don’t know. I kind of want to thank every part of you. You did save my daughter’s life.” I swallow. “Our daughter’s life.”
