Page 83 of Hungry Like a Wolf
“Aye, finger me.” Carmel knew she’d just learned something else about her husband. He liked whispered dirty words. She’d remember that for the future.
He slipped his touch to her pussy, which was hovering over his cock. With his eye contact steady, he fingered through her folds, just brushing her nub.
She caught her breath, her breasts hitching.
“Ja,” he murmured. “You are wet like a dewy morn.” He explored further, to her entrance, and pushed in.
She groaned, loving his invasion. It was a prelude to more. Much more.
“Always wet and willing,” he murmured, pushing in deeper. “My beautiful wife.”
“Oh, aye, I am and…oh…Ravn.”
She rocked her hips and the heel of his hand caught on her nub. Her fingers tightened on his shoulder and she closed her eyes. The first spark was already there and she stoked it by rolling her hips, a small dance that felt oh-so-good, especially when he added another finger.
“My love,” he murmured. “I am yours.”
“As I am yours.”
She opened her eyes and looked at his rapt expression. “I want your cock.”
“My cock wants you.” He withdrew and circled her waist, keeping her tunic bunched up in his hands.
She looked down at his thick, needy cock and positioned herself over it, her pussy kissing the tip.
“Sit,” he said, his voice tight. “Sit on me.”
Carmel didn’t need asking twice and she lowered onto him, taking his cockhead into her body and then pausing to adjust to the delicious stretch of his width.
“Mmm,” he moaned, not thrusting upward, but letting her have control. “Keep going.”
“Tell me how much you need it.”
“More than the moon needs the stars, more than a sail need wind… Oh, fuck, Carmel, I need you.” His grip on her waist increased and he pulled her down onto his cock.
She forced her tight muscles to relax and took his length. The sensation was so dense and thick and filled her so absolutely. Her ass landed on his thighs and she curled her fingers into his flesh. “Oh…that is so…”
“In the name of the gods, I’m so deep inside you,” he said, a rise of color growing on his cheeks. “This feels amazing.”
“You glad…you made…this chair?”
“Hell yeah.”
She let her head fall back and tipped her face to the sky. He caught her crown in his palm and leaned forward to lick her throat.
She moaned and moved her hips forward and backward. The grinding motion caught her nub and she trembled with the need for more.
Ravn obviously enjoyed it too because he encouraged her, with his hands on her waist, to keep up the rocking motion.
She worked herself on him, grinding and crushing as she gasped and shook. Her toes pointed and her nipples ached. The pressure in her pussy was growing, becoming a boiling cauldron of need that would overspill.
“Don’t…stop,” he said, cupping her right breast. “Carmel.”
“Oh… Oh… I’m going to…” The sensation was so sweet, her body well and truly alive again. “It’s here…Ravn.”
She opened her eyes and stared into his face as the moment of ecstasy reached a crescendo and then released. It was wild and feral. It was intense and breath-stealing.
“Ah, fuck!” he cried as he blasted into her, his body as hard as the rocks around them and his cock throbbing inside her. “Fuckja…”
