Page 6 of Running with Direwolves
Oh, she liked the sound of that. “Yes, fuck me, now … here…”
He pushed in, staring into her eyes as his cock stretched her pussy. It was a slow wet ride and she savored every inch of him. When he reached full depth, a long low groan rumbled from his chest and his balls pressed up against her.
“Fuck, yes,” she said, dragging her hands through his wet hair. “That feels good.”
His mouth hit down and he ground his body up against hers.
Her toes curled and her pussy clenched as the pressure increased on her clit. He was getting the angle just right each time he thrust his hips.
“Oh … more,” she gasped against his lips. “Give me more.”
It was as though she’d shown a red rag to a bull. He let out an animalistic growl and withdrew, only to blast back in with an upward lunge.
She cried out, the sensation exquisite, and locked her arms around his neck. This was going to be one hell of a ride.
“You okay?” he asked gruffly.
“Yes. Yes. Don’t stop.”
She felt wild and wanton. When had she ever been so crazed with lust? Invited a handsome young stranger back and got naked in minutes? Never. But it felt so good. She was high. High on sex and the need to climax.
Their wet bodies slid together as he pounded into her over and over. The orgasm was racing toward her, it was going to be hard and fast and breath-stealing. It was like an explosion just waiting to happen.
“Oh, yes…” She wailed, the sound echoing around the small bathroom. “That’s it, just there … don’t … I need…”
He knew just what she needed and he upped the pace, increased the pressure on her clit. She came, a near violent burst of sensation that blasted through her body. The pleasure gushedfrom her, a hot outburst of release.
“Fuck. Yes.” He came with her, pushing the air from her lungs as he drove into her as though he couldn’t get deep enough.
Her wet body shook as she spasmed around his cock. Her skin tingled and her pulse roared in her ears.
His release extended and his chest pressed against hers as his fingers curled into her ass, holding her just where he wanted her. There’d be bruises tomorrow but she didn’t care. This was just what she’d needed, tonight of all nights.
“In the name of…” he gasped against her temple and stilled. “That was incredible.”
“I know.” She closed her eyes, her breaths still hard to catch. “And just the first … right?”
“Yeah.” He released her right buttock and stroked her sopping hair. “Just the first.” He grinned. “You reckon you can stay up all night doing that?”
“The question is…” She laughed. “Can you?”
“Hell, yeah.” He pulled out and set her feet on the shower tray. “I’ve got no problems with stamina.”
Damn, she really should have considered dating a younger guy years ago. His cock was still hard and fully erect. It was going to be a great night.
She stepped under the water and held her face up to the flow. Warmth slipped down her inner thigh. She was glad she’d continued to take the pill. It meant she had no worries about pregnancy if an exciting night like this one happened to come along.
He grabbed a blob of shampoo, scrubbed it over his hair, and then stepped under the water. “All of your stuff smells of flowers.”
“I guess so.” She stepped out and reached for a fluffy white towel.
“I like it.” He rinsed his hair then flicked off the water.
“Here.” She handed him a towel and then wandered from the bathroom.
“So, where’s the bed?” he asked, following her.
“Hidden, behind here.” She pulled back a heavy red curtain. “Makes it cozy.”
