Page 97 of She Wolf

“I do,” I rasp. The feel of Gunner's heated wet mouth sends me into a tailspin, and he’s barely even touched me.

“Where’s the little dude? He gonna come looking for us?”

“No,” I croak. “Dad’s taking him fishing for a few hours. I promised him we would spend the rest of the day on the beach again.”

“Good call, I can’t wait to play in the surf with him but right now, I want to play with you.”

Gunner. His hands roam everywhere. So gently, so expertly, eventually finding the front clasp of my bikini. He carefully untangles the jewelry and then unfastens the front of the bra. My breasts spring free and he groans at the sight, bending to take my already pebbled nipple into his mouth.

I arch back, my hands falling to the cold quartz beneath me, giving my body completely over to Gunner. He’s leisurely with his touch and I’m here for it. With my headache starting to wane, my core heats up.

“I could do this all day. Do you know that? That I’m completely addicted to you?” Gunner mutters against my skin,

“I could kiss and lick and bite every inch of your skin over and over again. I am so fucking gone for you Coralie. I have been since the moment we met.”

The trail his lips, teeth, and tongue make has me writhing beneath him and he hasn’t even gotten to the best part yet. The part where he makes me see stars.

He trails his hands down to the waistline of my bikini bottoms.

“I’m takin’ these off now. Gonna take care of you in all the ways I know how. Has your headache eased?”

I nod. Feverishly.

“That’s good but I still want you to lean back and relax.”

The cool glass of the mirror is a stark contrast to the burning trail his hands make as he drags the sparkly bikini wrap down my legs along with the bottoms.

“I want to take you here, in front of this mirror.” He says. “Have you watch as I own you from behind, but I have a better idea.”

“You do?” My voice comes out breathless, I’m so turned on I could probably come from just the low timber of his voice.

“Yeah.” His gaze turns carnal as he bends to the floor and swipes his tongue flat across my heated flesh and then I sigh and moan while he teases me. So slow, so excruciatingly slow and because I’m caged in between the mirror, counter, and Gunner, barely able to move, I can’t find the friction I need.

“Please Gunner. Give me more.”

He doesn’t, he just keeps working his torturous magic strokes until I’m panting and mewling. Lost in the sensation, I give myself completely over to him, letting myself feel. Feel how he undoes me with his tongue and when his fingers join in, I’m a total goner. Death by orgasm. I’m practically boneless as he lifts me off the vanity and carries me to the bed.

“Lie flat on your front.” He may well have whispered those words, but it lost none of its commanding tone and when it comes to Gunner—in a bed—I do exactly as I’m told. He pushes my knees far out to the side, spreading me as wide as he can.

“You have no idea how beautiful you look like this. Spread out and all for me. Like a buffet of peaches.” I gasp as he props me up a little.

“Do you know what you taste like?” I shake my head, anticipation practically paralyzing me.

“You taste like mine,” he whispers into my ear as I melt further into the bed.

He hovers above me and then in one unhurried move, fills me entirely. We both moan, it’s long and loud and then he intertwines his fingers through mine and covers me with his body. There’s barely any space between us and it’s divine.

His heavy weight, his warmth—I can’t get enough.

“All you gotta do is feel. This one is all for you,” he says as he starts to move agonizingly slow, pulling out almost the whole way and then back in.

He doesn’t speed up, he just spoils me with kisses along my shoulders and back, some feather-light, some hard and wet. My breathing starts to become shallow, and I feel a little zap of electricity at the base of my spine. Our bodies stay close, writhing, and slick from the sweat that’s created while we try to stay at this pace. In and out, in and out. The friction this position creates is like nothing I’ve felt before. It’s different from when he has me on all fours. It’s intimate even though I can’t see his face. I connect with him on a deeper level. It’s chemistry and love. It’s the safety and power that comes with knowing it’s all about me, all about my pleasure, but that I unravel him too.

“I love you, Coralie. So damn…much,” he groans.

That electrical current between us pulses faster, reaching every nerve ending until my skin flushes hot. Almost too sensitive.

“Gunner, I’m so close. So close,” I plead. I think it’s a plea because I want to keep chasing this feeling, but I also want it to end. It’s too much and not enough.

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