Page 35 of The Wolf She Shouldn't Desire
“I need to taste you.Now.”
With more urgency, he lifts my leg, places it over his shoulder, and my foot flexes into his back as he pushes my panties to the side, spreads me open, and his tongue flicks out onto my clit.
“Oh fuck!” I moan.
My thighs clench, and my hands reach behind me trying to find something to hold onto, but all I come into contact with is smooth tile. Endorphins flow through me in a blissful wave to where I start to feel like I am floating there in the shower with Jordan feasting between my thighs.
Jordan’s tongue alternates down the sides of my clit and then delve into my pussy where he imitates his fingers from earlier. Another growl echoes around us, and the vibrations add another layer of stimulation that has my knees shaking. With nothing to grip behind me, one of my hands threads throughhis hair and holds him to me as my hips gyrate on his tongue seeking the sweet release I can feel myself rapidly approaching.
His tongue moves back to my clit, and then, his fingers are filling me again. The two points of stimulation almost push me over the edge. My pussy clenches tighter than before, and my body starts to feel flushed and overheated and not because of the thick fog of steam filling the bathroom now. The shaking in my legs increases, and my skin becomes more sensitive as his other hand grips my hip to steady me against the wall.
The hand not gripping his head, grips my breast and plays with my nipple adding a third layer of stimulation. My heart feels like it is about to pound out of my chest as it beats furiously the closer he pushes me to going over the edge.
“Oh god Jordan. Please don’t stop! Fuck!”
The pace of his tongue against my clit picks up, but the pressure remains the same of featherlike strokes hitting every nerve focused at the center of my pussy. His fingers curl and move in sync with his tongue, and with one final moan, I explode. I scream from the mind-blowing pleasure taking over every fiber of my being as my orgasm rips through me. Jordan licks up every drop of my orgasm up causing me to shiver as everything feels extremely sensitive.
Breathing heavily, I’m vaguely aware of Jordan gently placing my leg back down before standing back up. He kisses me tenderly, and I can taste myself on his lips.
He pulls back slightly and whispers against my lips, “You taste even better than I imagined and come so beautifully, darling.”
I open my eyes and am met with an intense fire of lust and desire raging in his eyes. I can feel his hard length pressed against me through his jeans. We stare at each other for a few seconds, and I start to come down from the high of coming harder than I can ever remember.
“Wash up,” he suddenly says. “I’ll go find you some clothes” He quickly kisses me and leaves the shower, leaving me standing there alone in stunned silence.
With him gone, the air in the open air of the shower where the water doesn’t reach feels cool, so I move back under the hot water of the shower.
As I’m washing my body, I can’t help but wonder if we crossed a line we had no business crossing…but damn did it feel amazing and intoxicating to where I want more. More orgasms. More Jordan. Just more.
Chapter 18
Talia
After I finished washing off in the shower, I exit out into the bedroom attached to it. A wave of steam follows me out. Jordan stands by the window looking out at the street when he turns towards me. He takes me in from head to toe while I’m only wrapped in a towel.
“I’d like to walk you home to make sure you get there safely,” he says, breaking the silence.
“That’s not a good idea,” I whisper. I feel off balance and unsure how to act around him after what happened in the shower a few minutes ago.
We stare at each other for a minute. His stare is searching, and I can tell he is debating arguing with me. I break our stare before he can do just that and walk over to the bed where Jordan has laid out a pair of jeans and a plain black t-shirt that I assume is just spare female clothing for other wolves in his pack that may come here.At least I hope they are.
“Thank you for the clothes,” I comment as I push back the jealousy that hits me like a flash fire. “Though I’m going to have to change into some of my own clothes from a safe house before I go back to the coven house.”
“Not your style?” he jokes half-heartedly.
“No, more like I can’t risk any werewolf scent on me or else there will be questions I can’t answer.”
He nods in understanding. “That’s smart.”
The room fills with silence again. I feel like I should say something else, but I don’t know what to say. What should I say? What does one say to someone you were fighting an attraction for an hour ago but who just had their fingers and tongue on you and made you have the most mind-blowing orgasm you can ever recall having? My mind and emotions feel so scattered that I can’t think or act clearly, so I do nothing but stare at the clothes on the bed.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Jordan move towards me. He stops next to me to where we are shoulder to shoulder with me facing the bed and him facing the door behind me.
“Don’t overthink it beautiful,” he whispers near my ear. “And don’t hide.”
I feel pressure at my temple and realize he is kissing my temple. The kiss is brief and quick, but the heat of his lips lingers as he leaves the room.
The sweet gesture from him leaves me stunned. It’s simple, but something I realize in that moment that no one has ever done to me in all the years I have been alive. Warmth like a gooey cookie fills me, but I quickly shake it off and grab the clothes on the bed to get dressed.
