Page 70 of Strelitzias in Spring

“So impatient,” he clucks, resuming his leisurely caress. I’m about to scream in frustration when he finally pulls out and lifts me off of him. Looking over, I see him reach for the condoms in his nightstand drawer, tearing one of the tiny foil packets from the strip.

He tears the wrapper and rolls it on, taking no more than two seconds to sheathe himself. I move to my back, expecting him to climb on top of me, but instead, he reaches for me and deposits me on top of him, facing away in a reverse cowgirl position.

“You don’t want to get on top?” I ask, pressing back against him.

“You like the clit stimulation,” he explains, lifting my hips until I’m hovering above him.

Looking over my shoulder, I furrow my brows. “How did you—”

“How did I know that you come when I rub against your clit? The wetness between your thighs is a good indicator, princess. Plus, you make these breathy moans every time you come.”

No other man has paid attention to the needs or cues of my body before; granted, my other sexual experiences were never intimate, almost sterile in their execution. With Wolf, I’m slowly learning that he’s both observant and considerate, though his outward appearance screams brutality and fierceness.

Guiding my hips down, Wolf helps me lower myself onto his cock, slowly easing himself inside until he’s buried and hitting nerve receptors that I never knew existed. He shifts behind me, and suddenly, I feel his chest against my back, filling me with his scent, his presence, and his cock.

“Lean into me, princess. Let me do the work this time,” he orders softly, making the statement sound more like a question, though I’m not deceived. I relax against him, letting my body go pliant.

The hold on my hips is gentle, his fingers gripping only as hard as he needs to, and he controls each press and pull of our bodies. Tilting my head back, I sink further into him, the fullness of his cock a welcome intrusion as he continues to stretch me and move us in a lazy rocking motion, back and forth, back and forth, until one of the hands at my hips sneaks to my clit, rubbing it in tandem with his thrusts.

“Yes, Wolf,” I moan, gripping the hand at my hip.

“Come on my cock, Serena. Let me feel you break apart, princess.”

“Faster,” I pant, my voice barely audible over the blood rushing to my head. “Please, faster, Wolf.” He doesn’t hesitate to give me what I ask for and starts moving me faster, rubbing my clit in hard, firm circles until an orgasm crashes into me, forcing me to spasm above him. Like a detonator, my release triggers Wolf, and he stills my body, forcing my hips down as his cock jerks into me, emptying inside the condom until we’re both sweaty and spent.

I try to roll off him to catch my breath and my bearings, but he pulls out and clutches me tighter, turning us until we’re on our sides and he’s spooning me from behind. Maybe it’s the exhaustion from three orgasms, or maybe it’s how comfortable I feel wrapped in his arms, but I close my eyes and surrender to the sleep that tugs on me.

Wolf:

“Shit, shit, shit. Wolf, wake up. We need to go.”

It’s too early for this shit. “Go back to bed, Serena.” I roll over, grab a pillow, and put it over my head. As soon as it’s in place, Serena yanks it out of my hold and throws it down. “Serena, what the hell?”

“I have a tutoring session in an hour. I need to get home, get changed, and then meet my student in the library.”

“For fuck’s sake. Why would you schedule a session on a Friday morning?”

“Because it’s my job and I needed to fit it in before class. Now, up. You need to drive me home now. Do you have an extra toothbrush? You know what? It’s fine. I’ll use my finger.”

“Under the sink,” I grumble, running a hand over my face to wipe the sleep from my eyes. Grabbing my phone from the nightstand, I look at the time and scowl at the hour. “It’s six in the morning.

“I have an appointment at seven-thirty,” she calls out, sounding disgustingly awake. She walks back into my room, shoes in hand, and leans over to slip them on. “Don’t yell at me; you’re reminding me a lot of Celeste right now.”

“I’m nothing like my cousin.”

She pauses in her motions and lifts her head, tilting it up at me with an amused expression on her face. “You are exactly like your cousin, especially, it seems, when it comes to sleeping. The first time I woke her up, I thought she was going to attack me with some jiu-jitsu move.”

“Don’t be dramatic.”

“I’m not. Now get up, seriously. I need to go.”

Hauling myself up, I shake my head and make my way into the bathroom, the scowl still on my face as I go. I rush through my morning routine, not bothering with a shower and instead opting for cool water on my face and a quick brush of my teeth. I’m back in my bedroom and dressing in a fresh pair of jeans and hoodie within five minutes, though, with Serena, you’d think I spent an hour primping myself in the bathroom. Her foot taps anxiously against the floor, and I feel her anxiety seeping into my bones.

“Would you calm down? It’s been five minutes.”

“I haven’t said anything.”

I roll my eyes, unable to stop myself. “You’re tapping your foot like you’re timing me. I’m ready. Let’s go.” Standing up, I slip into my sneakers and walk toward Serena. Before I let her walk through my door, I cage her against the wall, pressing my body against hers. “You need to learn patience, princess.”

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