Page 65 of She Wolf

Don’t get me wrong, I know it wasn’t the best marriage. Knew she wasn’t happy, but I just thought maybe he’d fucked around on her, thought the worst of his crimes was dragging out the divorce.

She raises up on her knees and my hands automatically find her waist.

“Take it all away, Gunner. Erase every bruising hold he gave me out of spite with one of your own out of passion. Take every fake sigh I ever made and replace it with a cry for more. Give me a new memory, Gunner. Give me you.”

I swallow down a breath. Remind myself that tomorrow, I’ll be able to hunt Nick down and kill him with my bare hands. For now, I simply nod and carefully lay Coralie back down on the bed.

Tonight is all about worship and the respect and love I have for her.

She’s perfection. Utter perfection.

I kiss her mouth so softly it must tickle her because she smiles. Her voice rings loud and clear though and after a while, I’m kissing her with the desire, she ignites in me. I kiss her until she’s panting, until I’m back to being hard as steel.

My body hovers over hers, my hands never ceasing their exploration of her every curve, peak and valley. Then I lower my head and gently bite down on the plump skin of her breast, causing her to buck into me.

“Yes. Just like that, Gunner,” she encourages.

I drag my tongue over to the other one and pull at her nipple with my teeth. Coralie grasps my hair and scores her nails over my scalp. I keep my eyes fixed on hers while I make a slow lazy trail with my hands, lips, and tongue down over her rib cage, belly button, and flat stomach not stopping until I hit lace.

In contrast to my leisurely exploration of her body, I rip at the pink material, and it falls away. Creamy peach skin, a long fine c section scar I know she carries with pride, and a small strip of close-trimmed curls lead the way to where I’m desperate to be.

Spreading her legs wide once more, I take my fill.

My dick aches it’s so hard, but like I said I’m in no rush. Our first time is going to be everything I had dreamed about, and I’m going to leave her knowing exactly what she does to me. She may have been wet with need, but my body shook at just the thought of having her like this.

“I want to taste you, I want to make you feel good with my tongue, show you how it’s meant to be. Can I?” My fingertips skim her thighs while I wait for her to answer.

She nods and her eyes shine electric blue as I grip her knees and place them up over both my shoulders, bringing her pussy up to meet my mouth, her ass completely lifting off the bed.

One lick is all it takes to become forever addicted to her taste. It’s better than I ever imagined and how I’ll ever stop is a question I don’t have the answer to. I shift my hands so I can open her up. And then I focus all of my attention on where she needs me the most. Figure eights, long and short laps of my tongue. Hard flicks and soft nibbles.

I go down on her like my life depends on it, making her cry out and ask for more. I stroke into her center with my tongue, and she clamps down on it like a vise. That’s how tight she is. She’s close, I can feel it, hear it in her moans and mewls but she’s holding herself back, not letting herself topple over.

“Let go, Coralie, I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.” Her legs shake and she finally comes. I drink her down and lap at her until she stops shuddering.

“I’ve never…No one’s ever done that before. That was, was…” I crawl back up her body and kiss her, wanting her to know how good she tastes.

“Do you know what I’ve never done?” I say into her mouth.

She shakes her head lazily. “I’ve never made love to anyone. Ever. And tonight, I’m gonna make love to you.” Her hazy eyes refocus and a smile dances across her mouth.

“My turn,” she purrs and tries to lift up from under me.

“No way. I’m coming inside of you. I’ve waited too long.” Reaching across for the condom I grabbed before dropping my jeans she stops me.

“It’s just you and me?” Her voice pitches and for a second, I don’t understand but it soon dawns on me.

“Coralie, it’s only ever been me and you. You’re mine. I only want you. Okay?”

She nods. “And I’m yours, right?” I ask.

“Yes. So, we don’t need that do we?” She takes the foil packet from my hand.

“Wh…what?” I choke, shake my head, and blink a few times. “What are you saying?”

Jeez, I’m slow when I’m this close to her. It’s as if those little brain dudes—like that Pixar film Jack always makes me watch—are going into meltdown in my head.

“I’m on the pill. I take it religiously and I know you get tested. How long has it been for you?”

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