Page 55 of Hungry Like a Wolf
“Oh.”
“Don’t worry.” He half-smiled. “You can play again later, as much as you want.”
Before she could reply, he scooped her up. Next thing she knew, he was laying her on the soft furs that covered the bed. Her head sank into a feather pillow and he settled at her side.
“You have perfect breasts,” he said, cupping the right one and squeezing it gently. “Look how they fit into my hand.”
She didn’t answer but watched him and concentrated on the sensation of him caressing her breasts. Sighing, she closed her eyes.
And then her nipple was encased in wet heat. Opening her eyes, she saw that he’d taken it into his mouth.
“Ravn.” She ran her hands onto his hair. “Oh, but… Oh, that feels…” She let out a moan that sounded more like a needy whimper. A need for more?
After a few minutes, he switched to the other breast. Her nipples were so hard and tingling, the weight of her breasts seeming to have increased. An aroused state of being had taken over her. Every patch of skin became more sensitive and between her legs, her pussy, there was a dragging, hot sensation that seemed to pulse with her heartbeat.
“You are beautiful,” he murmured, kissing up her neck. “And you taste delicious.” His lips were damp as he smiled down at her.
“Are you going to…do it now?”
“We should see if you’re ready for me.”
She frowned. “I don’t know how.”
“It’s easy,” he said. “Touch yourself between your legs.”
“But…?”
“Just do it.” He raised his eyebrows as though challenging her to disobey.
“Touch myself?”
“Ja.”
She swallowed and ran her hands over her flat belly to the patch of hair at the juncture of her thighs.
“Lower,” he said. “Touch your cunny, your entrance.”
She parted her legs, just a little, and delved lower.
“What do you feel?” he asked.
“My-Myself.”
“But not like usual, right?” He searched her eyes. “You’re hot and wet and you have a hunger down there you didn’t know you could experience.”
She nodded.
“Tell me how wet you are?”
“That is a shocking question.”
“It is one I need to know the answer to.”
She smoothed through her soft folds, prodded her entrance. She was sopping, like nothing she’d known before. Her eyes widened and her breaths quickened. “I am very wet.”
“Which tells me you want me,” he said with a grin. “That you are ready for my cock.”
“Oh, I don’t know about—”
