Page 21 of Unlearning

I would also probably regret not telling you that yours is the hand I want to be holding on all my future hikes."

My heart started thundering, and I knew he could hear it.

"And I would definitely regret not having the opportunity to tell you all the dirty things that I want to tell you while we have fun in bed. I haven't told you any of this because I don't want to scare you away, I don't want to push too hard too soon."

He stared at the wall behind me, then focused his eyes back on mine. My turn.

"I don’t think I have too many regrets aboutnottelling people things. Though I would maybe regret not hearing what you have to say in bed," I grinned. "It’s not every day that someone says they would regret nottellingyou something in bed."

"Well, I have this idea of you and what you might like, and I'm eager to try it all out some day."

I squirmed a bit.

"You seem to have thought about this a lot."

"You have no idea. Your heat nearly killed me."

My mouth felt very dry all of a sudden.

"So what do you think I might like?" I asked hoarsely. He reached over to push my hair out of my face and flip it over my shoulder, keeping his big hand on my nape, gently massaging it.

"Samantha, I get the feeling you might like being praised, being told you are good, and smart, and doing well. I would love to tell you how well you are doing during certain... activities."

I may or may not have moaned at that, with his big hand still squeezing the back of my neck, my mouth half open at his declaration and my lids heavy. His eyes darkened and his gaze dropped to my mouth, hungry, then broke away.

"I'll set the timer," he reached for his phone. And then we just... stared. My mind replayed not only our answers from this evening, but a million little moments from the past 20 months that took on new meaning in my eyes in the light of this newfound knowledge that I hadn’t been alone in my crush. He’d told me that in his office, but it took some time to really sink in. Was I really doing this? Was I about to risk my dream job in case this didn’t work out? My wolf bristled at that, she seemed very sure itwouldwork out. Confident bitch. My eyes jumped from iris to iris, admiring their forest green, daydreaming about all those future hikes we would go on. I could feel certainty settling in my bones that this was a male we could trust, an honest, decent male who would take care of my heart, a true partner and maybe even father to our pups. The thought was intoxicating. I hadn't even let myself dream of something like that. When the timer rang and jolted me out of my thoughts, I was the one to cross the distance between us, get on my knees on the couch andput my hands on his chest. I gently, almost shyly, put my lips on his – they were warm, soft, relaxed.

James was the one to deepen the kiss: his hot, wet tongue started caressing mine as his hands pulled me onto his lap so I could straddle him. The excitement was clouding my mind, I couldn’t think of anything else but the incessant pulsing in my core; I was pulling his hair, hugging his neck, and pressing as much as I could of myself against his big, strong body. James was touching me everywhere, I felt his hands lifting my dress, cupping my ass, palming my breasts and I arched into them. The scent of his arousal was urging my wolf on, drawing her out of me, unhinging the both of us in a way that was enticing and new.

I broke the kiss to nip on his bottom lip, and the action gave my wolf such indescribable pleasure that I continued nipping down his jaw and licking his neck, biting it harder and harder, which made Jamesmoanalmost helplessly. God, I almost came from that sound alone. My new mission in life was to make him moan like that as many times as I possibly could. He thrust his hips into me and growled: "There’s my she-wolf, that feels so good, keep doing that," and threw his head back to give me more access to his neck. I went crazy. Next thing I knew, his shirt was gone and my dress was pulled over my head and thrown carelessly on the floor. My breasts were being squeezed, fondled, pulled, sucked. Every sucking motion was felt directly in my insides; my walls were clenching, and my panties were completely soaked from grinding on him.

"You look so beautiful right now, lost in pleasure, such a sexy mess."

James carried me to his bedroom and carefully laid me on the bed. I only had my ruined underwear on, my hair was wild and my face flushed. My breasts were heaving as if I'd just run a marathon. My claws were out, his too. He used them to tear off my underwear and it undid me. I’d never been so attracted to anyone in my entire life.

"Samantha," he could barely talk, his voice hoarse with restraint. "Show me. I want to see."

Never breaking our gaze, I let my legs fall open and he gasped. He inched closer, his nostrils flaring and inhaled my scent deeply.

"Good fucking girl," he praised and could clearly see my pussy clench at this, which made his eyes widen. "Baby, is all of this for me?" He scooped some of the wetness with his index finger and licked it, closing his eyes and groaning at the taste. "Are you this wet just from kissing me?" I only managed a nod. "You have such a perfect pussy, I love how wet you are for me."

He discarded his pants and underwear and stood there completely naked, with his thick cock bobbing and oozing precum from the tip. I licked my mouth and all his muscles went tight, he seemed ready to pounce on his prey.

"James,” I moaned helplessly, “I need you, come here."

"What do you need, my clever girl? Name it and it's yours," he started planting open-mouthed kisses up my thighs.

"I need you inside me."

His eyes flashed with lust.

"I can't tell you how many times I've imagined having you like this," he said as he rubbed his tip against my entrance and the sensation was out of this world. I was moaning and pinching my nipples while grinding against him as much as I could.

"Keep doing that baby, you're doing great, fuck," he slowly pushed inside me as my flesh parted around his thickness effortlessly. We both groaned once he was up to the hilt.

"You're so fucking hot," I moaned into his ear and he started pounding into me. I'd never experienced anything like it. It was carnal, raw, untethered. We were both a sweaty writhing mess, with pleasure as our only goal.

"I love it when you claw at me, my little she-wolf, my wild animal, don't hold back," he urged me on and it pushed me over the edge, with James following right along.

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