Returning to my rightful place between her legs, I closed my eyes and let her sweet scent fill me. She reached for my head, holding me in place.
“Tell D what you want me to do to you.”
“Taste me,” she whispered, seeming embarrassed but also wanting him to know. “I want you to taste me.”
Returning to my place between her legs, I didn’t make her wait any longer. Her fingers curled around my hair as I closed my mouth over her delicate center, drinking from her.
“Fuck, dude. I wish you could taste how fucking perfect she is.”
I reveled in each slow caress of my tongue on her while Natasha’s moans filled the air like a song of ecstasy, louder and louder. She wanted D to hear us. Her body squirmed under my mouth, silently asking for more. My fingers slid in and out of her at the same time, teasing her g-spot while I nibbled and sucked her to the very last drop. I was ravenous for her, and by the feelings filtering from the other side, so was D.
My shaft throbbed and jerked against the mattress the entire time with the need to be inside her, it was driving me mad, but this was about her, not about me. With each new tremor of her thighs, I sensed how desperate and how close she was to coming on my mouth… the best gift I could have ever received.
“Dante!” she screamed when my teeth gently graced her pulsing knob and then I sucked it, hard.
Hard was always better.
Her legs clamped around my head before she fell off the abyss so fast and fiercely that her entire body trembled on the bed, shaking it.
Smirking, I sucked the most sensitive part of her one last time, licking her delicate skin—now drenched all over again—and lifted myself. Slowly, my body glided against hers to enhance the sensations. Both her arms wrapped around my neck the second I reached the top, and she clung to me, her dazed eyes boring into mine.
“My wolf claimed you too,” Natasha whispered. “Very loudly.”
“Thank the Goddess!”
Laughter mixed with her ragged breaths, and she kissed me, letting me feel just how true and final her wolf’s claim on me was.
I rubbed my head along her wet skin, making her moan once more. “My turn,” I whispered, feeling her grin against my mouth.
My hips lifted and I slowly slid my head inside her, pulling out before sliding back in—just enough to rub against her swollen g-spot. Her insides trembled around me, wanting to pull me farther in, but I loved teasing her, so I kept my rhythm.
Renewed ecstasy filled her, fresh moans leaving her throat, and I closed my mouth over hers, tasting them too. Before I knew it, she was rising as high as my body could take her, and then tumbling off the abyss for me.
Feeling Natasha orgasm this way was my new favorite thing. I loved it even more because I was the first one to ever make her feel this way, to ever help her enjoy her body.
It took everything inside me not to fall with her. She had the maddening power to make me want to come the second I slid inside her. Every single time.
Her hands suddenly landed on my shoulders, and she flipped us on the bed, straddling me. Frankly, her sudden boldness surprised the shit out of me, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I guessed it was her wolf’s turn now, and I was here for it.
Something told me she liked it hard.
I allowed myself to admire Natasha for a moment, appreciating the gentle bounce of her perky breasts and her perfectly puckered rosy nipples. Sleek, all-white strands slipped between my fingers like silk when I swept them off her face.
Holding her gaze, I gripped them firmly in the back of her neck and pulled her head back before my mouth closed over her neck, kissingourspot.
A surprised gasp escaped her with my sudden roughness, but she drew me even closer, her hips sinking into me as her arousal doubled with my gesture.
“You like it when I pull your hair like that?” I whispered, my mouth creating a trail down her chest to her breasts and sucking on one of her tight nipples.
“Fuck, yes,” she breathed while I lifted my hips under her slightly, letting my hardness rub over the now swollen, most sensitive part of her.
“Do you want to come again? Over, and over, and over again?” The question brushed against her nipple, right before I bit it. Every inch of her was so mouthwateringly tender and searing hot.
“Yes, please.” Her fingers gripped my hair too, and she pulled my head back until I looked up at her through the longer strand that fell over my eyes. I grinned; she was a quick study.
“Ride me.”
The sensual haze my darkness inspired in her receded for a second as she blinked. “I don’t know how.”
