Page 60 of The Healer and the Wolf: Part Two

Or maybe I was already fuck-drunk. It wouldn’t exactly be surprising considering the way Leo consumed every single one of my senses. My brain was alight with him, and only him.

And, God, did I love it.

I knew from experience that Leo was quite the fan of foreplay. Throughout high school and college, I remembered multiple girlfriends complaining their partner was only concerned with getting it in and out, but if Leo had his way, he’d eat his way to my heart.

But now, as he spread my legs and knelt between them, I got the feeling we wouldn’t have as much prelude as we normally did. Which was perfectly fine. I wanted him inside me. I yearned for him. As much as I really appreciated all the orgasms from Leo’s tongue, I so very desperately wanted him to fill me. It felt like a lifetime had happened since the last time we’d been together, and I was eager to experience that ecstasy again. There was something so primal about being joined together in that way, something that made me feel safe, protected, and wilder than I’d ever been in my life.

“Yes, please, oh, God, please,” I panted as Leo fumbled with him zipper. That was one thing I never quite enjoyed. Girl clothing, while complicated, was often pretty easy to get off. Men’s clothes? Not so much. Luckily, Leo didn’t need to shuck his pants off completely. He was already hard for me, and mystomach flipped at the thought of him buried deep inside me. While it was often hard to believe that someone could want me how Leo wanted me, it was very convenient how physically evident that attraction was. Something like that couldn’t be faked, no matter how insistent that little mean voice in my head tried to be.

“Don’t worry, love, I won’t make you wait. Not when you’ve been so good. No teasing tonight.”

I was definitely on board for that. Especially when those calloused finger pads I loved so much slid against me, testing my center to see how ready I was. And when he found I was already wet for him, the sound that issued out of him was pure sin. If I was remotely religious, I’d definitely have to go to confessional, but I was pretty sure that being on my knees would conjure all sorts of memories and sensations no priest could absolve me of.

“Leo. Please, I need you.”

Those words always got to him. And maybe it was a bit underhanded, but I was playing to my strengths. I wanted him inside me. I wanted to be completely enveloped by him. I wanted, for the fleeting time that our bodies were joined, there to be no one in the world but us.

“God, you’re so fucking wet for me.”

“For you and only you.”

That was the truth. Never with any of my partners had I had such intense sexual compatibility. And the fact that we had intense love and connection to go with it made it that muchmore.

Leo let out another groan of appreciation before gripping his straining length and rubbing it along my entrance. I opened my legs more, wanting to wrap them around his waist, but I knew I needed to wait until he was fully seated inside me. Patience was not my strong suit, but as he began to slowly enter me, Ifound the grace to lay back and let myself experience the slow, deliberate, and delicious slide of him.

It still seemed impossible that he would fit. The stretch of him, that burning slide, bordered on too much. But every time, I got over that hump without too much issue, and all of the good feelings came pouring in. It felt like every nerve in my body was alight, synapses singing with an overload of pleasure and excitement, and he hadn’t even started to move.

In true Leo fashion, he let me adjust before he pulled out, making sure I was comfortable and ready for him to plunge in again. I lost my patience, wrapping my legs around his waist so he could go that much deeper into me.

“Oh, fuck, Ven, the things you do to me.”

If I was in a bit more verbose mood, perhaps I would have told him what he did to me, but I could feel that haze that always came over my mind whenever Leo was giving it to me good, and I didn’t want to disrupt it by trying to be witty. I let myself feel everything, I didn’t chase the sensations, but I held on to every one of them, relishing the incredible things he could draw out of my body.

We moved as one, hips meeting fervently, the sound of our joining filling the quiet forest around us. I wasn’t embarrassed by the noise. No, it urged me on.

Even our breathing, which had started out as ragged counterpoints, were slowly drawing closer and closer to each other. It wouldn’t be that much longer before we were on the same frantic inhale and exhale, and for some reason that struck me as so incredibly lovely.

I’d been alone for so much of my life. My cowardice had caused the death of my mother, and then my guardian had rejected me for that. Even after that, I was so busy on the grind that there wasn’t much time or energy for much else.

But now I would never be alone again. Sure, I would have my moments of solitude when I needed them, but it would never be forced. It would never be my only choice. I had Leo, and he had me.

“Fuck, Leo, I’m close. I’m so close!”

Normally, it would take at least half an hour with my vibrator, but with Leo, it never seemed to take that long. None of my previous partners had had his skill, or maybe it was because I was never in love with any of them.

I didn’t know the reason, but I didn’t need to. All I needed to know was that Leo could get me to reach new heights I’d never thought were possible, and we had an entire life to figure out how high we could go.

“God, me, too, baby. Come with me. I want you to come with me.” The way his words fought to get around his sharp canines made my body react viscerally. Even his hands felt bigger as he gripped my hips, pounding in and out of me with abandon. “I want you to come right on my cock. Can you do that?”

I nodded fervently, tilting my hips up to get more of that delicious friction. But then, just when it seemed like we were both about to tumble into the abyss together, he stopped.

“Wha…?” I huffed, more than a bit flustered, my vocabulary not exactly fully loaded in my mind.

“Your hair,” he murmured, and strangely, he looked almost…awestruck?

“What about my hair?” I asked, frustrated as my orgasm slipped further and further away.

Leo reached to his side and grabbed one of the more reflective plates, holding it in front of me so I could see a very hazy rendition of myself. But even in the imperfect reflection, I could see that nearly a dozen flowers had bloomed in my hair.

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