But it did anyway.
She came again just thinking about it. Harder than before, fiercer than before, god it was enough to make her scream into her gritted teeth. And loud enough that he must have heard it. He must havefeltit. Because she knew, when it happened, that she tightened around that intrusion. And it was obvious that she made a slick mess as she did. She could make it out herself—that come spilling from her clenching cunt, and all over his face.
Yet for some ungodly reason, he didn’t stop.
In fact, he wentfurther. He doubled down. He replaced his tongue with his fingers, and slid them in slowly, steadily, as he eased that incredible tongue right over her clit. Then he just worked her like that, until she knew she was going to do it again. Hell, she wasn’t even sure if the last orgasm had fully died away. It felt like it was still ebbing and flowing through her, when the next one started to bloom.
And it was wonderful, it was incredible.
But way too much for her to take at the same time. If things kept going like this she was liable to say a thousand filthy and way too grateful things. So she grabbed a fistful of his jersey. She tugged at him desperately. She told him. “Just do it, okay? It’s enough, just do me.”
And thank god, thank god, he did as she asked.
He was too far gone to not. His face was slack with lust, by that point, tongue constantly curling up to lick at the slick mess she’d left around his mouth, body a shuddering mess. And so much so that he could barely be considerate about it. His hands immediately went to the waistband of his sweatpants, all overeager to shove them down.
Then he was there, and ohgod.
She’d expected it to feel less than his mouth, his hands. But somehow it didn’t. Somehow, when he rubbed the tip of his cock through her folds, when he teased her entrance in a way that saidcarefulbut sangbarely restraining himself, she almost pushed him away, it was that intense. And she knew it wasn’t just the physical sensation of that big, thick thing almost pushing inside her. She could feel it wasn’t. There was something more there now. Something far beyond the usual.
Her witch senses told her so.
Her witch senses enlightened her:you’re connected, they said.
That intense sensation? It was how her soft, wet heat felt to him.
Like being scalded with pleasure. Like being swamped by it, to the point where she could hardly believe he was taking the time. He held himself above her on one shaking arm, the other hand on his cock as he worked her open, every move so slow it almost didn’t feel like consideration at all. It felt like he was trying to draw out the sensation. Like he wanted to tease himself.
But also maybe like he wanted to tease her.
And it worked. By minute three she barely cared that he was big enough to split her in two. All that mattered was turning that maddeningalmostintoactually—and she was right to let herself feel it, too. Because she was so ready when he finally went farther that it took almost nothing at all. Her body just gave, so easily it was a pleasure all its own.
And holy fuck, the look on his face when he felt it too. She saw him mouth something that might have beenGod help me. His eyes practically rolled closed. And when they opened again, there was nothing but awe in them. Like he couldn’t believethiswas how sex with her felt.
But, of course, she knew it wasn’t really about her.
It was the act itself. It was the sensation of something so good and new and satisfying to every urge running through him. To the wolf, who was definitely making himself known now. She could see his teeth. And when she put a hand on his back, there were ridges there, along the length of his spine.
But it was like with his tongue and his too-big cock.
Exciting somehow. Sweeter somehow. It shoved the pleasure up a notch.
Even though it was already at seven million. She was close tocoming again, and he hadn’t even moved yet. He was just holding there, trying to contain himself. Or work up to actually doing something without savaging her.
Go ahead, she almost said to him. And only didn’t because he broke first.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I have to,” he groaned. As if he had anything to be sorry for. As if him moving didn’t push her even further into the sense-obliterating state she was already in. She had to press her face into the side of his neck, just to stop herself from screaming, or grunting, or saying his name. Or worse—god she wanted to do worse. She wanted to say to him that nothing on earth had ever felt like this to her. That he made her feel so good, thathewas so good.Oh god, Seth, nobody has ever made me feel like you do, she thought, and only kept the words inside by the skin of her teeth.
But unfortunately, he didn’t return the favor.
Of course he didn’t—he’d already told her that he was a talker. Hell, she’d actually heard him being one. Yet still, somehow, it was a shock to the system when he gasped in her ear, “Oh fuck, your cunt feels amazing.” And partly that shock was because of the way he said it. The way it just burst out of him, full of earnest and uncontrollable desperation.
But mostly it was just the fact that Seth had said that word.
Her big, dorky himbo Seth just coming out withcunt, right in the middle of a fuck she could already hardly cope with. And he didn’t even stop there.
“You’re so hot, so slick, you take me so good, baby,” he groaned while she was still trying to recover from his first declaration. Then he went and added on the end: “Tell me how to make it good for you.” As if it wasn’t. As if she were not already trying to stop herself from singing his praises and grabbing his ass and rutting against him like a maniac.
“Just keep doing what you’re doing. Just keep doing that,” she managed to force out, around the seventy other filthy things she actually wanted to say. Only he didn’t stop. He just kept on whispering in her ear, like some kind of unbearable sex demon she couldn’t shake.
