It was all the permission he needed.
He nodded, and then her lips raised to his and for the first time, he kissed her.
Kissing Charlie was like floating into heaven. Her lips were pillowy soft, her tongue meeting his boldly as he dipped it into her mouth. She tasted like nectar, like everything he’d yearned for his whole life without ever knowing. Like coming home.
His wolf panted to be free, he felt it in the swelling of his knot, but he wasn’t going to let it loose. He kept that beast firmly leashed as he kissed her slowly, deliberately, his tongue finding every sweet nook and cranny of her mouth, drawing out her moans until finally, breathless, she pulled back, took one of his hands and placed it on her blouse.
She looked up at him through eyes burning with longing and said, “Undress me.”
How could he refuse?
Slowly, he undid each button of her blouse, peeling back the material and exposing the soft mounds of her breasts, the beautiful swollen blossoms of her nipples.
Max stared with reverence.
His wolf threw back its head and howled. But still, he held it in check.
Gently, he slipped off her blouse and let it slide to the floor. Freed her breasts. Weighed them in his hands, then spent long moments exploring them with his mouth until she squirmed and panted.
Next, he stroked his hands down her ribs, and slowly unzipped her jeans and rolled them off her. The jut of her hip bones, the skin of her belly, smooth as silk to his touch—he kissed every tiny detail.
Finally, she stood naked, deliciously erotic in nothing but her white socks.
Max dropped to his knees. Gently he stroked along her thighs, and she widened her stance, offering him her core. Max gazed at the little patch of dark hair, glistening with her arousal. So wet for him, so deliciously scented.
And finally, on a low growl, he buried his head between her legs.
He ran his nose along her seam, felt her quiver, heard her sighs, then came back and sucked her clit into his mouth, until she squirmed and moaned and begged for release.
It took just a few firm strokes of his tongue on her clit before she fell apart, keening his name softly, her fingers in his hair, her thighs braced.
Max drew back. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, her face and breasts flushed from her orgasm, her lips swollen, her thighs still quivering from the intensity of her release.
“Max, I need you inside me,” she begged.
“Oh yes, babe, that was just for starters,” Max husked. Standing, he pulled the condoms out of his pocket and threw them on the desk next to her. With one big swipe of his hand, he swept aside his books and papers and, picking her up, placed her butt on the edge of the desk.
Her mouth formed a ripe little O of delight. “Max, so masterful.” She giggled.
“That’s my intention,” he growled.
Then he ripped off his pants, his shirt, his shoes and socks, threw them gods only knew where. She leaned back on her splayed hands and gazed up at him with orgasm-drunk eyes, her head to one side, her curls like an ebony halo around her head. “You look like a god…” she breathed.
Right now, for Charlie, he sure felt like one.
His knot ached, his balls ached, the tip of his cock was leaking like a fucking fountain, standing proud in front of him, worshiping her. This first time was going to be over very quickly. But he’d make it up to her.
He took hold of her legs and spread her gently, so she was wide open like the feast he’d dreamed of for so long.
And then he advanced into the apex of her thighs, his cock nudging at her seam, and reached for the condoms. Licking her lips, she took them from him, ripped open the foil and proceeded to roll it over his length, pausing to cup his knot in her palm. Max had to grit his teeth not to come just at her touch.
He dragged her closer.
She gave a yelp of pleasure and locked her thighs around his butt.
Her hand on his shaft, she positioned him at her entrance and they both watched. Max heard his own rasping breath as his cock head met her soft, wet core.
“Oh Max,” she sighed. “Oh goddess, yes…”