Page 19 of Wolfish Desire
“Grounding? Kind of…like I’ve been wandering aimlessly for so long and suddenly have a direction.”
“That sounds great. I like it.” My hand slides down to palm her luscious ass, angling her so I can thrust deeper.
“And I like that,” she moans.
I swear, I could study her quivers and moans all day long. Watching this lovely, refined girl transform into a flushed, trembling mess with a faint sheen of sweat on her brow floods me with a wave of pride. Every stroke makes her perfect tits bounce in a way that will be burned into my eyes for eternity.
Leaning in for a quick, savage kiss, I can tell she is desperate to come. After all the tension of her first time, she needs the release. Shifting my hand, I find the perfect angle to rub gently against that sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs. Sierra shudders and moans, her entire body shifting restlessly.
Finally, I realize she’s right on the edge, and I feel the pressure of her pussy squeezing me harder.
“I can’t wait to feel you come.” My voice is gravel. “I need to come inside you, baby, but first I need to feel you come yourself. See you let go for me.” I can tell that she’s hovering right on the edge. “You’re mine, Sierra. Show me how much you’re mine.”
Her head falls back, her eyes still locked on mine as her lips part. Her ragged, choked scream as her body stiffens in my arms is one of the most beautiful sounds I’ve ever heard.
My strokes become longer, harder, milking her climax for all it’s worth, barely noticing the point where it rolls over into my own release. A deep thunderstorm of raw pleasure cascades through my entire body as I grip her tightly, thrusting hard and fast as I empty my seed, my soul, inside her.
My vision blurs for a moment, then I’m able to blink it clear.
Sierra is smiling as she reaches up to push my hair from my eyes. “That was pretty intense,” she whispers.
“Too much?”
“Just right.” Her eyes have that special glow again. “I love how you turned into a bit of an animal.”
My teeth playfully nip at her throat, then her ear. “It’s all your fault. You bring out my inner wolf.”
Her hand slips down to smack my bare ass. “I think we’re both responsible for your behavior. And I like that alot.” There’s that light in her eyes again. The perfect curve of her lips as she smiles.
I’m in love with you.I want you. Need you. Already cannot imagine life without you.
It’s far too soon to tell her any of that, though. So I show her with actions instead, lifting her into the bed and then fetching her a glass of water.
I’m certainly no expert in the love department, but from the way she looks at me just before I turn out the light, I think that spark is already in her as well, just waiting to catch fire.
12
SIERRA
My bare feet are silent on the floor as l tiptoe around the kitchen, collecting the ingredients for a smoothie. I’ve started the coffee maker, but I won’t risk the blender until I know Kingston is awake. I have no idea what kind of hours he works.
Everything seems so casual with him; it’s hard to believe he runs a company. But I guess sharing the work with four brothers, he can slack off for a day or two here and there.
Looking around the massive kitchen, I suddenly wonder if Riggs and Kingston used the same builder: the cabinets are very similar, and I’m pretty sure the white oak floors are the same. I’ll ask Kingston later. I doubt I’ll ever meet the owner of this house. According to his emails, Riggs flies private planes, and is spending some time helping his company out west. Or was it in Europe? Whatever.
As I stare out the window, the memories of last night wash over me again. It was perfect. Utterly, completely perfect.
But it leads to dark thoughts swirling around the back of my mind. Is there any chance that a relationship based on purelust has a chance of surviving? Kingston seems to be open to something more, but nothing has been said yet.
In my family, showing vulnerability wasn’t something you did. Everyone just pretended they were good at what they were doing and carried on. I’m the only one who seems to be flailing, with no idea what I should be doing.
It’s not that I care about their opinions. It’s just the sinking feeling I should be further ahead in life.
I pour coffee for us when I hear Kingston’s footsteps coming down the stairs. I look up just as he walks through a beam of sunlight coming from the dining room window, looking like a model. How can he look so good in nothing but a pair of dress pants?
He takes my hands, holding my arms out straight so I can’t step into a hug. “So, that’s where my boxers went.”
I laugh. “You don’t like my breakfast outfit?” I twirl to show off his boxers paired with my pink tank top.
