“I didn’t come to have sex with you.”
He chuckles, the low noise so freaking sexy. And completely him. “Then this is a hundred times, maybe even a thousand times, better. Unplanned sex, driven by nothing but lust, and our growing connection. Our orgasms are going to be incredible.”
As my response, I let my knees fall open before clamping my hand on his arse and trying to move him. It kind of works.
“Stop, stop, stop,” he demands, circling his hips excruciatingly slowly. “I want to coat myself in your slick. God, you’re so wet, it feels incredible.”
Rafferty rises up, putting a little space between our bodies. His hips move from circles to the smallest thrusts in and out and the both of us looking down at the way we’re joining.
My slick gushes at the sight. His cock is thick, and when he pulls himself right out, I can see how very wet he is. It’s not just me that’s leaking slick.
He rubs the head of his cock over my pussy, dragging the wetness down my thighs and over the top of my pussy.
“I want to lick that off later, but first, I need you.” He groans as he pushes himself into my body, but he does it slowly, like he’s savoring the moment.
When he’s in as far as he can go, he drags himself all the way out. He does the same thing, over and over, until my eyes are rolling back and my thoughts are nothing more than unintelligible pleading.
He keeps the space between us, and we explore each other's bodies before getting drawn back to the carnal view of our union. The journey to our climax is long and slow, and it renders us speechless, both of us using our mouths for kissing or licking, but there’s no doubt how much we’re enjoying each other.
Time tracks off in a different dimension, and the frantic need from before burns away to a continual, gradual climb to a peak that seems to get higher and higher with each movement we share.
“Please say I can come inside you. I want to feel my cock in your flooded pussy. It’s going to be life-changing.”
I nuzzle against the side of his throat, my teeth scraping over his scent gland before I remember to give him the permission he’s wanting.
His fingers trail down my body, twisting my nipple before circling my clit. His touch is like the way he fucks, gentle but intense, and it tips me over the edge.
I cry a long groan against his throat, my tongue lapping at his scent as it soaks his skin. It only adds to the bliss avalanching through my soul.
Rafferty whines, and his hands claw, bruising me as he crests. “Oh gods.” His orgasm erupts out of him. Each release is like the beat of a drum that I feel.
The nature of our touches changes from buildup to chasing the sweet high after having really good sex.
Rafferty rolls until we’re both on our sides. “Your room was bugged. That’s why I smiled. I heard you, but being able to see and hear you, and feel you coming, is exponentially better.”
The endorphins flooding my system mean I don’t even rise to the bait. Honestly, after everything else they’ve admitted, it hardly matters. He leans down and kisses me slowly, until time eventually catches up with us.
“I have to go.”
“No, you don’t. Stay here. For eternity.”
“Nope.”
“Why, though?”
“My job is important.”
“More important than our pack?”
“Rafferty…”
“We work, Tally. We’re scent matched, our bodies fit perfectly together. Imagine our heats, with our pack.”
“And what about real life?”
“Pfft.”
I scoop his face into my hands and press my forehead to his. “Thank you for the very yummy orgasm. I’ll see you when I get home from work.”
