Page 9 of Running with Direwolves
“It’s all for you,” she murmured, wondering if he was the sort who liked dirty words. “My tits are for you, come on them, I want to see you come, Tarl.”
“Ah, fuck, yeah…” He sped up, sliding his thumb over his deep slit.
“Don’t stop,” she said, “come on me, spurt your cum on me. Fuck, yeah, come, Tarl.”
He groaned and gritted his teeth and then he sped up, as though having decided not to hold off his orgasm anymore.
Her heart rate was tripping along, the shadows basting his body made him all the sexier, like some kind of Roman God—a statue of Romulus she’d seen once.
“Ah, fuck, yeah, yeah.” He closed his eyes, tipped his head back, the tendons on his neck straining, and came.
Pearly cum spilled from his cock, landing on her breasts and coating her right hand.
“That’s it,” she murmured, rubbing the warm fluid over her right nipple. “Come like that, more.”
He did, another slap of cum accompanied by his deep primitive groan of satisfaction.
“Mm, fuck, that’s hot.” He opened his eyes and looked down at her. “You look amazing like that … covered in my spunk.”
“You’re a tits man, huh?” She grinned up at him.
“When it’s your tits, yeah, seems that way.” He flopped down next to her. “You have a great body, Sienna. The fucking best.”
A flush of pleasure went through her. Tarl didn’t seem to notice their age difference. Her breasts weren’t quite as perky as they had been and her hips a little wider than when she’d been in her early twenties, but what the hell. He clearly liked what he saw.
“But I’m not done with you,” he said breathlessly. “I’ll have you orgasming again before morning.”
“I’ll hold you to that.” She reached for a Kleenex and wiped her chest. Then she pulled the duvet up over them. “But I need a few minutes to recover first.”
“Me too.” He chuckled and hugged her close. “But come here and let me hold you, you’re warm and soft and smell so damn nice.”
She allowed herself to be scooped into his strong warm embrace and breathed in the hot scent of his skin. She sighed, enjoying their connection, flesh on flesh, the absolute maleness of him.
When she awoke it was to the sound of her alarm.
“What the fuck?” She sat and blinked. Had it all been a dream?
No, to her left was Tarl. He was flat on his back, mouth slightly parted and his hair messy over the white pillowcase.
He blinked open his eyes. “Damn, is it morning?”
“Yes.” She switched off her alarm by banging the top of it.
“Fuck, we never got to go for another round of fun.” He reached for her. “But no time like the present.”
She giggled and pushed him away. “It would be great, but I have to get to work.”
“They can wait.”
“No, I have animals relying on me. I can’t be late. Neverhave been and never will be.”
“Animals?”
Sienna wriggled from his eager arms and flicked back the curtain that screened the bed from her tiny living space. “I have to shower.”
“Want company?”
“I’d love that … another time maybe.”
