I huffed out a laugh. I was on the larger side, but I wasn’t freakishly large. With patience, effort, and a whole lot of foreplay, things would go just fine.
“I could always make you come again.” I was not bluffing. Sure, I was desperate to be inside her, but having her come on my face again would be more than worth it.
“No, no, I want you. Right now.” She reached a hand out to me, eyes half-lidded, and I knew immediately that I was done for. Somehow, a human woman I’d only just met had me hook, line, and sinker. “I’m ready. I mean it.”
Far be it from me to argue with a woman about her own body. I knelt on the bed, gently sliding my hands up her powerful thighs and parting them. Still gripping myself, I lined my cock up with her flushed, wet, waiting pussy.
Fuck, she was beautiful. A masterpiece made flesh. I was sure that I could go back in time and train with every single renowned artist from the Renaissance and still not be able to capture even a fourth of her beauty. There was something about the depth of her dark gaze, the irresistible flush to her cheeks on her high cheekbones, the petal-pink plushness of her lips, even the way she looked all spread out below me. Her form was a journey in rhapsody, from her long, pale neck, to her developed biceps and forearms that clung to me, to her modest breasts and her light beige nipples, to the generous swell of her lower stomach and hips that spoke of the softness and endless pleasure I would find there. I was enraptured by every iota of her.
“Cas?”
Perhaps I’d been a bit too enraptured. Giving her a lop-sided smile, I slid the swollen head of my cock along her wetness. The sharp gasp she let out was so gratifying, and I continued to tease her before it became too much for us. And then, with one last deep breath on my end, I thrust forward.
“Fuck!” she hissed. I paused immediately, my head only half in. I had planned on going slow, but I’d thought I would be able to get at least that much in before she needed to adjust.
“Are you all right?” I asked quickly, using every ounce of willpower to hold back.
She nodded, her lower lip caught between her teeth. “Surprised at the stretch of it,” she said before letting out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a huff. “It’s… intense.”
“We don’t have to go any further,” I offered, and I absolutely meant it. One, there was plenty of other ways I could get off. Two, I didn’t need to get off to have a good time. No, we could go right back to trying to bleach my five o’clock shadow, and I would be perfectly content.
“No, it’s okay,” Felicia said, pulling me closer. “I like it. I want it. You just take my breath away.”
“The feeling’s mutual,” I murmured, then kissed her again. I pulsed my hips, but barely. I was in no hurry. Her warmth and wetness around me were like a benediction, and I didn’t think I would ever find such bliss.
When I felt her adjust, I thrust in a bit further, watching her face. There was no pain on her features, though she was breathing deeply and focusing on relaxing. Still, I didn’t hurry.
Because why would I rush it? I was in heaven and had every intention to make it last as long as possible. Between kisses and my hands sliding up and down her body, lingering on that perfectly soft waist of hers and her hard nipples, time became meaningless. The next thing I knew, she’d taken me all the way down to my base.
“Fuck, baby,” I gasped, and now
I was the one who was breathing hard. The line between my wolf side and my human side was down to a razor’s edge, and so much of me wanted to let loose.
“I can feel you in my stomach,” Felicia breathed.
My cock throbbed inside her at the very idea, and when she gasped, I could tell she felt it too.
I would be patient. I would.
Even if I wanted nothing more than to lose myself inside her like a wild animal.
As if she could hear my thoughts, Felicia’s nails bit into my back in the most delicious way, and her ragged voice barely reached my ears over the furor clamoring in my mind.
“Enough patience,” she murmured, fire in her eyes. “Give it to me like I know you can.”
Fuck.
Fuck!
There was no resisting at that point. There was almost no barrier between my wolf and me as I pulled out nearly all the way, then thrust forward again.
Despite her words, despite my nearly feral nature, caution still lingered around the edges of my control. At least, it did until Felicia kept speaking.
“Like that, yes, but faster. Please, Cas, I promise I can take it. Give it to me.
Give it to me.”
Her words echoed around my head, and my control snapped. I picked up my pace, moving faster, my hips burning as I slammed into her. I gripped her hip with one hand, anchoring myself in her softness, and grabbed the headboard with my other-partly because I knew I could sink my claws into it, but also because it was hitting the wall with my every thrust, like personal applause for our efforts.
“God, Cas! Oh my god! You’re so fucking deep.”
Yeah, I was. I wanted to whisper to her, to tell her what she was doing to me, but I was rendered speechless. I could feel my canines growing in my mouth as I took her, and I longed to sink them into the side of her neck.
Except she was human; she didn’t have a mating gland to puncture. Besides, even if she did, mating bites were not something to do without a whole lot of conversation and some very explicit consent.
Fuck, was I really thinking of a mating bite already? I’d just met Felicia. We hadn’t even known each other for a month. But as I stared down at her, watching as she took my cock, watching how that flush spread all the way down her body, I could picture it perfectly.
But the future was for the future. For now, I had the moment, and I wasn’t going to waste it. I cut off all wandering thoughts as well as the urge to claim her, and narrowed my focus to the moment and only the moment.
Every sigh of pleasure was an invaluable treasure. Every moan its own gold mine. I let them spur me on, flesh meeting flesh with fervor.
Stamina was never an issue for me, but I felt my end approaching much faster than usual. I supposed some of it was because it had been a while for me, but that part felt small. Mostly, it was just Felicia. Her grip on me was incredible, like the warmest, most welcoming velvet vise. And every time our eyes met, it was like actual lightning seared through me. It was like being reborn through fire.
I needed to make her come again before I exploded. Not as a matter of ego, but because I needed to see and feel her fall apart right on my cock. I had no doubt it would be unlike anything else I’d ever experienced.
“God, you feel so good,” I hissed through clenched teeth, straightening and sliding my hands under that perfect ass of hers, tilting her hips upward to change the angle. It was the right angle, because Felicia let out a scream, and then her hands were on my chest again, her nails biting in.
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