Page 11 of One Night with the Werewolf
Holding her around the hips, I flip us over on the bed, and in a panic, Emelia clings to me around the neck like a monkey. I kiss her again as I lower her onto her back, then reach up the bed to grab a pillow for her. When I tuck it under her head, she makes a confused little frown.
“Get comfortable,” I tell her, my voice coming out low and thick.
“For what?” she asks, but I ignore the question, sitting back so I can get a good look at her. Her skirt is cute, but I’m not sure how to go about taking it off.
“There’s a zipper,” Emelia says finally, amusement dancing on her face. She reaches for an invisible zipper on the side and pulls it down, revealing a perfect slice of pale hip. My mouth waters, and I grab the skirt and slide it the rest of the way off her legs. Now only her underwear remains in the way of what I want.
Thankfully, she doesn’t ask me to take off my own jeans. She’s merely staring at me, waiting formeto decide what comes next. I am not surprised to find that Emelia is meek and submissive even in bed, waiting to be told what to do.
“Underwear too,” I tell her, and right away, she falls back on the bed to peel them down her thighs. Then I can really see her—the perfect globes of her breasts, the heaving of her chest as she pants with arousal, the neatly trimmed pubic hair that exposes her pink sex. She has a small clitoris, and the lips of her pussy are already pinkish and swollen, from what I can see in the dim light. I can surely make out much more with my night vision than she can. Right now, I hopefully look like nothing more than a shadow.
Now that Emilia’s exposed to me, I crouch over her, kissing her again while my fingers slide down her sternum to her perfect tits. Her nipples are rock hard, and when I tease them, flicking them back and forth, she moans into my mouth. She’s so supple and responsive, it’ll be my absolute pleasure to fuck the daylights out of her.
No knot, I think, reminding myself.
I trace the path of my hands with my mouth, kissing away from her lips, down her chin to her throat, where I pause to lick and nip and suck. Emelia shudders and fists her hands in my hair, and I move on so I don’t leave a mark. I don’t want her to have to explain that.
Making my way to her left breast, I bring her nipple into my mouth and lick it, swirling my tongue around, imitating what I’m going to do in just a moment. Her back arches, and so I suck harder, like an infant seeking out food. I grab her other breast and massage it as I go, trying to hit all her erogenous zones at once.
Fuck. I can’t take it anymore. I release her nipple with apop!and continue down her belly, kissing the whole way. When I reach her pelvis, her thighs part for me of their own accord, and finally, my prize is revealed.
“I’m going to fuck you with my tongue,” I tell her. “I’ll make you sing, Emelia.”
She lets out a gasp at my words. “Please. Yes. I want that.”
I’m glad she’s so eager for me, vocal in telling me so.
I lick my chops before positioning myself between her legs, lifting her thighs to get her good and wide for me. Her pussy gleams in the low light, a drip of wetness slipping out of her. The first thing I do is lick that up, and it’s even better than I imagined. She tastes of salt and musk andwoman, delicious, red-blooded woman, with a sweet flavor that makes her evenmore delectable. My tongue drags up, over her labia to the small clitoris I saw before.
Emelia’s hands clutch the blankets the moment I touch it. She must be sensitive, so I make another lap around her pussy before returning to it, stroking it gently with the tip of my tongue. She squirms again, letting out a moan this time.
That’s when I give in. I can’t tease anymore, not when I need to eat her so badly. I suck her clit between my lips, and her thighs shake. I pull out every trick in the book, seeing how frazzled I can get her before I go to the next phase. Soon she’s moaning, clutching my head in her hands so her nails are digging into my scalp, her thighs clenching tighter and tighter as I get her closer to her finish line.
Time to seal the deal. While she’s distracted by her pleasure, I bring my hand up and lick my middle finger, then explore downward, through the petals of her pussy, until I find her entrance. She’s so wet that it easily glides in.
“Oh, Roscoe!” she cries out, nearly her whole body lifting off the bed. I plunge the finger in deep, and Emelia responds, another feral sound of pleasure pouring from her lips. I could just drink them all up.
It only takes a few seconds of this before she’s moaning and whimpering, her body trembling underneath me, her thighs tightening around my head. I move my finger faster, ready for her to burst, waiting to sip every last drop of her before I fit my cock inside her.
“Ah!” Emelia lets out a high-pitched squeal as suddenly, her pussy clamps down around my hand, and she gushes. She fuckinggushesfor me, spilling over my finger, which means that somehow, even in a drunken haze, I managed to make her squirt. I keep going because I know she has more in there, licking her faster, fucking her harder with my finger even as she whines and thrashes.
Then, as I suspected she would, she peaks again. She clenches even tighter, and this time, her cry is full-throated.
Perfect. Now, I think, she’s ready for me. And I’m going to enjoy every last second of having her.
CHAPTER
FIVE
EMELIA
Ihave never, ever come like that in my life. Even before I met Jason—he wasn’t the most attentive lover, and only rarely ate me out—I’ve never had an orgasm like that one.
Or was it two orgasms? One and a half orgasms? I have no idea. But it was like a small wave that lifted me into an even bigger one, sending me free-falling. I almost forget where I am because I’m wasted and my brain is swimming with happy sex juice.
Then Roscoe rises above me, and I realize he’s still wearing his pants. Damn, how did I forget that? I want to see him like he saw me.
When I reach for them, though, he grabs my hands. His teeth look sharper in the low light than I remember.
