Beau kissed his way down my neck, my chest. He took my flat nipples in his mouth, sucked softly on them. I grew hard and when I looked down I saw his cock was thickening as well.
He made his way down, licking my member from root to tip, before finally pulling my cock into his mouth. I moaned as Beau bobbed his head up and down.
The sight of him, naked and gorgeous beneath was too much to bear.
Within moments, I came, panting. Beau raised himself upwards, pressing a kiss to my mouth, and I savoured the combined taste of us.
“I want you in me,” I whispered.
“So do I,” Beau said. He got off me, only to grab lube and condom from the pocket of his jeans.
“How do you want me?” I asked, heart thumping as he positioned himself at the edge of the bed.
He gazed down at me, pure hunger in his gold-tinged eyes. It was a sign his grizzly was peeking out but I wasn’t afraid of him one bit.
“Just like this. I want to look in your eyes when I take you,” Beau answered.
After putting the condom on, Beau applied lube into my opening. He slid one finger inside me, before adding a second. I groaned, loving the sensation of his digits in me.
Deeming me ready, Beau lifted my legs over his shoulders, then he entered me. He went slow and careful, as if he was worried he’d hurt me.
Finally, he was deep in me and I was aware of every glorious inch of him.
“You good?” Beau asked and I nodded.
He began to ride me, slow strokes at first, before picking up speed. I urged him to go deeper, faster and Beau complied. Soon enough, Beau reduced us both to panting and sweating messes.
The next time Beau entered me, he brushed against my sweet spot. I gasped, arching my back as he hit my prostate again. Pressure built steadily inside me, threatening to burst.
Each time our bodies joined, it felt like his soul brushed against a piece of mine. It felt gentle, electric, like we were made to fit this way. I wasn’t complaining.
My wolf and I had never been this in sync, this connected with anyone until Beau. With him, it wasn’t just desire. It was belonging. It was trust.
And I wanted all of him. Again and again. Every kiss. Every touch. Every low, reverent sound he made when he whispered my name like it meant something holy.
Because to me, he did.
“I’m close,” I whispered.
Beau slammed inside me again and that did it. The room fell away from my line of sight and I saw stars. I came, screaming out his name, painting his abs with my seed.
Beau entered me a few more times, before reaching climax. He pulled out of me, kissing me softly on the mouth.
Then he took care of the condom, disappeared into the bathroom, and came back with warm towels to gently clean us both up.
Afterward, he slipped back into bed beside my spent, satisfied body, pulling me close like I was something precious.
We stayed close, our bodies pressed together, skin damp and hearts slowing.
Beau traced lazy circles on my bare shoulder, and I nuzzled closer, his steady breath easing the last of the tightness in my chest.
Beau’s mouth trailed over the curve of my neck, warm and slow, his breath fanning against my skin.
I shivered beneath him, curling closer, as if I could somehow get under his skin. Like maybe then, the rest of the world would disappear.
Beau’s mouth was hot against my neck, each kiss a slow drag that melted my thoughts into sparks.
His hands were gentle, grounding, but there was something brewing just under the surface. Something untamed, something barely held back.
