Page 81 of The Lone Wolf Café
“Nettie, sweetheart,” she cooed in that soft, beautiful voice. “When you’re with someone you care about, sex is never disappointing. I’m happy to teach you these things. I want us to learn and explore all of it, together.”
I sank into her touch, nuzzling my cheek into her hand.
“I’d like that,” I purred. “A lot.”
Rowena slid her hand down my cheek, cupping the side of my neck, as she pressed a long, deep kiss against my collarbone.
“Go ahead, then. Take your clothes off and lie down.”
I stood up, smoothing the skirt of my dress. Rowena sat on the edge of the bed, naked, staring up at me expectantly.
She wanted to watch me undress. And I was so exhilarated, so enamored by the beautiful woman in front of me, I would gladly give her whatever she wanted.
I kept my gaze locked on Rowena, watching the subtle changes in her facial expressions as my burnt-orange overall dress fell to the ground. The exposed skin of my thighs and torso immediately prickled, both from the chilly air of the cottage and the heady thrill of being exposed.
My underwear and bra were off a few seconds later, and I nervously bit my lip, wondering what Rowena truly thought of me now all my clothes were gone. My stomach wasn’t washboard-flat like hers, and my breasts drooped lower and had much larger areolas. We were both short, but my figure was squat and stocky, with muscular arms, large breasts and hips, and a noticeable softness to my stomach. By werewolf standards, I was a supple, full-figured woman; perfectly suited for tending to my mate and bearing pups.
But Rowena was raised as a witch, and I had no idea what their ideal standard of beauty was. Or maybe I just had the typical arousal-filled nerves that came with being intimate with someone for the first time.
Either way, as soon as Rowena’s beautiful brown eyes lit up, I let out a relieved, blushing grin.
“Goddess. Nettie,” Rowena whispered, placing a hand on my chest and squeezing my breasts. I shivered as she swirled herfinger around my nipple. “You’re beautiful. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
“Really?” My nerves softened at that statement. “I’m just a little nervous. My body is… different from yours.”
Rowena scoffed, lowering her hands to my waist. “When did I ever say I wanted it to be like mine? Come here. Let me explore your gorgeous figure.”
Rowena pulled me close, planting kisses on the softer parts of my stomach, running her hands up and down my torso, and squeezing the sloping peaks of my hips. Despite my initial insecurity, I had always been proud of my curves. Large breasts and hips and a comparatively tiny waist gave me a strong hourglass figure.
“I love muscular women.” Rowena reached up, squeezing my visible biceps. The product of the rough-and-tumble life of a werewolf. “And large breasts. Here, Nettie, why don’t you lie down? Let me make you more comfortable.”
My gaze flicked up to her bandaged forearm, and I winced, my arousal dimming.
“Are you sure about this? Doesn’t your arm hurt?”
Rowena raised her eyebrows, then smiled slyly. “It’s not that bad. The poultice has already dulled a lot of the burning, and as you know, we werewolves have a high pain tolerance. Besides…” she lifted her uninjured arm and wiggled her petite fingers. “I only need one hand for this.”
Her suggestive statement made my arousal return in an instant.
She’ll tell me if she’s in too much pain.
Besides… I want this.
I need this.
I quivered as I settled onto the bed – whether it was from excitement or nerves, I couldn’t tell. My skin was so sensitivethat the hair on my arms and legs was standing on end, even though I wasn’t cold.
I gasped as soon as Rowena’s fingers grazed my leg.
“Easy girl,” she whispered in that same smooth, seductive voice. She took her time, trailing her fingers along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, working her way up to my labia. I saw nothing but intrigue and fascination in those dark eyes as she inspected me, sliding her slender body between my spread thighs as she worked.
Her purple-tipped pointer finger pressed against me, and I noticed the manicured nail was cut shorter than the others.
“May I?” Rowena asked, tapping her finger against my opening.
“Finger me?” I replied, still a bit uncertain as to how this all worked. “Of course. Please do.”
Rowena chuckled at the breathiness of my last sentence, the way it pleaded for her to continue.
