“What, undress me?”
“Yes.”
The slip of my dress loosens slightly, and he slides it off my shoulders. “You are not wearing a bra!” he comments, both of his hands suddenly back on my chest, cupping a breast each.
“These dresses have built-in bras.”
I moan when he squeezes one of my nipples.
“Fascinating,” he says.
I wiggle slightly until the dress slips off me, leaving me naked in front of him. Well almost.
“You are still wearing panties,” he complains.
“Well, change that then,” I say.
I don’t need to ask him twice. He slides his fingers beneath the waistband of my underwear, tugging down until I step out of them. He turns me around now, so I am facing him as he stands up again, using his hands to move over my body without touching me between my legs.
He is a tease. Who would have known?
“Your turn,” I say.
He smiles before he obliges, taking off his clothes piece by piece until he stands naked in front of me. By the goddess, he is so handsome. Deep inside, I feel like he is the first man I’ve truly wanted. When Jordan began courting me and was still pretending to be nice, we got intimate pretty quickly. I don’t think I was ready for it back then; I just went along with it because I felt like I had to do that for my mate.
But Forest… Iwanthim.
And the fact that he is erect already proves he wants me too.
Finally, free from our clothes, we both step into the shower, letting the warm water wash away the sweat and the scent of the fabric we were wearing. Forest lathers me up with shower gel before I do the same for him. Just as he spent time touching me earlier, I try to explore every inch of his body. He has thick thighs, which I love, a broad chest that I can’t stop touching to feel his muscles, and I love that he has his hair long and wild. He looks like the type of alpha that spends a lot of time outside in nature, with his pack, instead of in business meetings.
And I love that he is aware of his strengths and weaknesses, and of mine.
With my hands slicked up by the shower gel, I wrap my fingers around the shaft of his cock, feeling how it grows and stiffens in my hand. I try not to apply too much pressure to make sure he won’t come, while my thumb brushes over the tip of his cock whenever I move my hand up.
With the next spray of water, the shower gel is washed off us, and I kneel down and lean forward, wrapping my lips around the tip of his cock and sucking at it softly. When I glance upwards, I meet Forest’s eyes. His gaze is pinned to me, dark and intense, making more heat pool between my legs. I need more friction, oranyfriction. I want him to touch me, I want to feel his cock inside me. I want to be filled up by him, and somehow that wish terrifies me less than I thought it would.
I have battled my attraction to Forest ever since I met him, but now that I allow it to happen, I don’t feel intimidated or scared. I suddenly feel so confident.
“Rose,” Forest growls, moving his hand downwards to cup my chin and have me look at him again. “I want you.”
“I want you, too.”
“Is that true?” he asks. Despite his wolf pushing forward and him looking at me full of need and lust, he is still verifying with me and asking for my consent.
It chases any small remainder of doubt away that if I give this to him, there is no going back.
I don’t want to go back.
“I want you,” I repeat. “Fuck me, Forest!”
He switches the water off and practically drags me out of the huge shower. He towels us dry so that we aren’t slippery wet anymore before scooping me in his arms again. This time, he goes straight to the bedroom, dropping me onto the bed and climbing on top of me.
I wrap my arms around him, not able to let him go. I am scared that if I don’t feel him close, he might change his mind and disappear. Forest moves an arm under my back, scooping me up a little, before he leans into a kiss. His free hand moves down my body between my legs… fucking finally!
“Fuck, you are wet, babe,” he growls. “I love how hot you are for me.”
He pushes two fingers inside me at once, while his thumb brushes over my clit. “Yes, Forest,” I moan. “Feels so good.”
