Page 82 of The Lone Wolf Café
“I promise I’ll go slow,” she reassured me. “Just tell me if you’re uncomfortable or need me to stop.”
I nodded eagerly. I appreciated her concern for my consent, but I had a feeling once she got started, I’d be begging hernotto stop.
I gasped as her finger slid up to the hood of my clitoris and made light circling motions. It wound me up like a top, and I moaned and bucked my hips against her touch. She asked for an invitation to go deeper, and a startled yet ecstatic gasp escaped my lungs once she finally penetrated me.
Even with those manicured fingernails, she knewexactlywhat she was doing. I sank my head into the pillow, closing my eyes and letting the sensation of her skillful fingers drive me wild. After a few minutes of heart-pounding bliss, she asked if she could insert a second finger, and I shuddered at the sensationof being spread a bit wider. A bit deeper. It easily doubled the amount of ecstasy I was in.
While Rowena fingered me, she used her other arm, despite it being wrapped in gauze, to offer more subtle romantic touches. Her hand caressed its way up my curves, and she wrapped her palm around my cheek and kissed me between my amorous cries. But once her curious fingers trailed up to the top of my head and hit fur, all the hot blood running through my body seemed to freeze in place.
“Oh,” I blushed, embarrassed. “My ears are still out. Sorry.”
I wasn’t sure how Rowena would react. She was a werewolf, like me, but she’d been raised solely as a witch. I didn’t know if the more…bestialparts of me were something she was willing to explore.
“They’re so soft,” Rowena whispered, her words still heavily laced with arousal as she brushed the stray red hairs that stuck out the furthest. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course. Anything.”
“When I touch them… does it feel good?”
I chuckled, my face now burning red from both embarrassment and anticipation. “Yes, it does. It’s a well-known thing about werewolves – our ears are sensitive. We don’t, uh… always do this stuff fully in our human forms.”
“Oh?” That beautiful, devious grin crept back onto her face. “Well in that case… may I continue?”
“Of course.” I smiled warmly at Rowena, pressing her body tighter against mine, and guided her fingers along the outer rims of my ears.
“Gods, that’s perfect…” I whispered. I was relieved that Rowena seemed enthusiastic about werewolf romance. It made me eager to show her more of it.
But for now, I was content with falling back under her trance. As her fingers continued exploring inside me, I loved how muchattention she paid to my pleasure. Her touches lingered in places that made me cry the loudest, then moved elsewhere to see what sort of reaction she’d get out of me. She did all this while rubbing my ears with the gentlest of touches, creating a pleasurable tickling sensation that sent shockwaves all the way down to the tips of my toes.
The pleasure was a slow yet forceful buildup. A mounting wave of water, large enough to crash over even the strongest of dams. And just as it was beginning to overflow, Rowena removed her hand from my ears and used it to tease my clitoris.
It was such a sudden, intense sensation it nearly made me scream.
“Oh gods, Rowena…” I struggled to utter her name between my cries. “I’m going to…”
“Yes,” she whispered gleefully, pressing her hand deep into me and resting the other on my hip. She leaned down and kissed the top of my pelvis, her grasping fingers leaving subtle indents on my hip and inner thigh. “Come for me, sweetheart. My little wolf. My beautiful, sexy–”
My climax overtook her honeyed words as I tilted my head back and cried out, riding through the orgasm as it spilled out my body. Every muscle in my thighs and pelvis clenched and relaxed in a rhythm, until the sensation dissipated and my whole body went limp.
Rowena giggled, her grin devious and triumphant, as she settled in next to my exhausted, panting figure.
“I’ll… take care of you…” I whispered between breaths. “Just… give me a minute…”
“Of course, my little wolf,” Rowena crooned, rubbing my hip as she rested her head on my breasts. Her silky black hair was pressed against my nose, and I closed my eyes and smiled as I breathed in the sweet floral scent of her shampoo.
This was ecstasy. My body felt so heavy yet so light at the same time. I didn’t know whether I’d melt into the bedsheets or float away on a strong breeze. Blood pooled in my pelvis, steadily thumping through my vagina, as my body ached for Rowena’s finger to be within it again.
“What would you like me to do for you?” I asked in a breathy voice once my head stopped spinning.
“Hmmm…” Rowena shifted onto her side, so we were facing each other. “I actually want to try something… one moment…”
Rowena closed her eyes, and her whole face went neutral, as if she were deep in thought. A few seconds later, her ears and tail popped out. Just like mine.
Except hers were covered in beautiful, silky, midnight-black fur. I couldn’t wait to touch them.
Once I did, Rowena shuddered, her eyes flaring wide open. I knew that sensation – the feeling of being touched in a way she’d never been touched before. I’d just experienced it a few minutes ago when she fingered me. When I was with the males, they were always far more interested in inserting adifferentappendage down there.
“I’m just so happy,” Rowena whispered between sweet, heady breaths. “I don’t have to hide that I’m a werewolf with you. I can just… be free. It’s exhilarating.”
