Page 67 of She Wolf

“Can I get you there Coralie, I’m too fucking close,” I ask through gritted teeth. I feel like a goddamn teenager.

“I’m so there!” she practically screams.

That’s all I needed to hear. I pump a few more times as her muscles clench and then spasm. She moans out my name as my orgasm barrels through me like a fucking bolt of lightning. I don’t know what I say as my come fills her up and my body shakes with release. But what I do know is that whatever I felt for her before, was nothing to what I feel now.

I am so gone for this woman.

“Gunner, that was…” Coralie strains to catch her breath while I will my vision to return. She pats my arm forcing me to lift off her which I do but take her with me. I’m not letting go of her.

She stretches and then grasps at the duvet to try and cover herself up, but it only makes me hold onto her tighter.

As if. This body is mine now and she’s not going to hide it away from me. She covers her eyes with her hands suddenly shy.

“Don’t hide yourself from me. You are beautiful Coralie, beautiful. This ass,” I pat a couple of times, my fingers travelling up the side of her long torso. “These tits,” I give them a soft squeeze. “Not only are you gorgeous but you belong to me. Now get in that fucking shower. There’s more where that came from.” I tickle her and she hops right up giggling and rushes into the bathroom.

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When I wake the next morning, my body spent, and the most incredible woman wrapped around me, I have to shake my head to make sure I’m not dreaming. I ticked off so much of my where-I’d-fuck-Coralie list I need to make another one.

Outside the birds seem to sing louder, the sun beams brighter, and my whole damn world has shifted on its axis. Either Coralie has a magic pussy or it’s a homing beacon for my cock, either way, fine by me.

I think we did it six times and only stopped because we couldn’t keep our eyes open any longer. I want to get up and make her breakfast but I also want to spend our first morning squished together like this. She snuffles and then buries her head further into my neck.

There have been so many times when I’ve wanted to chew my arm off after spending the night with a woman.

Every brush of their hair on my skin; irritating. Every drag of their leg against mine; annoying. Every breath on my neck; infuriating.

A swift slide out of bed and a vague farewell were my usual MO. Or at least it was up until last year. With Coralie though, I cherish everything about the morning after, including the dead arm.

A sated sigh brings me out of my reverie, and I study her as she comes round.

“Hey Peaches.” She smiles a lazy, sleepy smile and my heart constricts. Fuck I love this girl more than anything in this world and I want to tell her. I want to tell her so desperately that I fear the words will fall out of my mouth at any given second.

That, however, is the opposite of going slow and I’m already further than I dreamed I’d be this soon into the summer.

“Good morning, Gunner Grey.” Four softly spoken words are my undoing and before I know it, she’s back under me and writhing in pleasure.

Chapter Fifteen

Coralie

“Okay, Jack he’s coming down the stairs, get ready to record.”

He scrubs the hand not holding my phone over his perplexed face. “Mom, are you sure you’re going to fit in there?”

“Yes, I’m sure. I already tested it out.”

“Okay,” he shrugs and unlocks my phone.

“Just act natural, ‘kay?”

“Okay,” Jack nods while I contort myself under the huge kitchen counter at Casey’s house. We’ve driven over early especially for this. I send Jack one more thumbs up and then close the cabinet doors on myself.

“Hey, Jackie boy, what do we have planned for today?” I can hear Knox perfectly well. That’s good, he’s sticking to his routine.

“I thought pool and then maybe we can play some hockey outside on the drive.” Jack’s a total ham and I love it.

“You got it. Just let me fix my shake. You want anythin’?”

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