Page 69 of A Wolf in the Garden

“Happy tears?”

She nods, murmuring, “You did good,” into the front of my shirt as I pull her into my arms.

* * *

The glasshouse is almost unbearably warm when we first step inside, and we open every door and window we can. The sound of birdsong filtering through and the masses of indoor plants that fill the bright space make it feel as if we are completely outdoors, and Ellie spins around, taking it all in with a small shake of her head.

“I can’t believe you found this place,” she says, running her hand over the fabric on the bed. “It’s so magical.”

“You like it?”

“I love it.” She smiles softly. “You totally get me.”

“Of course I do. I know what you like.”

“Oh yeah?” She crawls onto the bed, laying back and patting the space beside her. “Why don’t you come and show me what I like, then?”

I pounce on her, kissing the long column of her neck, feeling her racing pulse under my lips and tongue, listening to her shaky exhale as I slide my hands underneath her and pull the tab of her zipper down. I take my time undressing her, inch by inch, kissing every bit of exposed skin, sucking on her nipples until they’re red and swollen and she’s writhing beneath me, then nip her stomach, her waist, her hip with my teeth.

I fuck her with my tongue, the taste of her as sweet as ever, my fingers working her clit, until she’s coming hard, her hands grabbing fistfuls of my hair, her whole body tensing as she pulses against my mouth.

When she melts back on the bed I finally undress myself, sliding into her with slow strokes, watching the way her body takes all of me so well. I make love to her on the bed, taking my time with slow kisses and quietI love yousand long, languid stares. “Knot me,” she begs. “Knot me, darling.”

“Not yet. Later, I promise.” Instead, I pull out as she is coming again, and with a few strokes with my hand and a squeeze of my knot I come all over her, thick white ropes of cum coating her stomach and breasts.

“Yes, baby,” she breathes, closing her eyes and relaxing back against the pillows. She watches with a half-lidded gaze as I clean the worst of the mess off her, before lifting her in my arms and carrying her to the shower. I take my time cleaning her, washing her hair, massaging her back — doting on her the way she deserves.

* * *

The water in the barrel tub splashes around my hips, spilling over the edge, but I’m too occupied to care. Ellie moans, leaning over the wooden ledge while I fuck her from behind, my hands gripping her thighs tightly. Our flesh slaps together, the sight of her round ass driving me insane as I pound into her wet heat. She slides one hand underneath her to touch herself, andfuck, I find that so ridiculously hot. “Yes, that’s it baby,” I growl as her pussy begins to clench down on me. With a grunt I give one last thrust, knotting her, feeling her spasm tight around the swelling bulb while I shoot my load into her. “Fuck,” I breathe, my knot locking us together, the best fucking feeling in the world. “Fuck baby, that was so damn good.”

She moans again. “Ohhh, fuck!Oh,yes, it always is.”

I wrap my arms around her, lifting her with me, and sink us both into the water. The position works just as I’d hoped it would, and I’m able to relax back on the built-in ledge in the tub, with her knotted and sitting in my lap, her back pressed to my chest. The water laps at her shoulders, and I run my hands all over her, unable to stop touching her body.

The sun dips below the horizon as she leans her head back against me in the hot water. “You need to get one of these tubs,” she says, still breathing heavily.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Exactly the same. I’m going to need to repeat this experience multiple times.”

I laugh quietly. “Where is this giant wood-fired bath going?”

“In the garden I’m designing for you.” She feels me freeze for a moment, and taps my thigh under the water, “Notthe vineyard garden. A garden out the back of your house, overlooking the bay. If I plant a row of flax bushes on either side, and maybe a screen ofpongalogs, too? If we angle those right, it will create total privacy. And it’s a freshwater tub system, not a spa, that’s what I love about this. No chlorine.”

I run my hand through her hair, massaging her scalp the way she likes, and she lets out a small moan, wiggling around my knot. The question I had for her dies on my lips, the sensation as she clenches around me deliberately making me groan. I run my hands over her breasts, playing with the stiff peaks of her nipples hidden just under the water until she’s squirming, her heart hammering away in her chest.

“Please,” she whispers, reaching back to clutch at my head, her fingers grabbing a fistful of my hair, her breath coming in short little gasps. I haven’t even touched her clit yet, and I can tell she’s already close, her hips rolling slowly under the water, pulling at the tie between us, cunt squeezing my knot at regular intervals, an expert at her kegels, and it feels so fucking good.

I drag my teeth along her neck and she whines, needy and tense. “Have I teased you enough?” I ask, biting down on her earlobe.

“Yes! Please.Please,make me come again.”

It only takes a few strokes of my fingertip over her swollen clit for her to fall apart again with a groan so loud I wonder if the owners hear it on the other side of the hill. I relish the feeling of her coming around me, holding her tight in my arms as she collapses back against me, completely spent.

My forgotten question comes back to me a while later, once her heartbeat has almost returned to its usual cadence. “You’ve been planning a garden for us?”

She hums and takes my hand, kissing my palm. “Maybe.”

---