She settled her gaze on his shoulders as she massaged her breasts. When her mouth watered, she moved in his direction once more, angling across his massive chest and settling her mouth on his left shoulder. She took her time and let her tongue trace the contours, then she bit him.
She felt him jump again, then relax. An approving grunt left his mouth. She ground her teeth on him and reached for his cock once more. He was wet at the tip.
She crossed to his other shoulder and once more marked him with her teeth. She continued to fondle him.
Her body responded in kind and undulated against him.
She slid lower but used both hands this time to shape his right pec. She took as much in her mouth as she could and bit down first, just enough to feel his hips rock and another solid grunt leave his mouth. She sucked him hard. She felt his hand on the nape of her neck, pressing her, encouraging her.
She went to work, biting and sucking. His hand on her nape guided her, letting her know when he wanted more then less. In between, she stroked his cock.
He was breathing heavily when he gave her a downward push on her shoulder. She knew what he wanted.
She slid down his abdomen, biting as she went.
When she reached his cock, nothing felt better than taking the large head in her mouth. She placed a hand on the bed to the left of his hips and one to the right so she could rise up and down on his stalk, while she sucked. She got him good and wet. She rimmed him with her tongue and plucked at him with her lips.
His hips kept rocking up and down and his hand once more found her nape, gripping her firmly. She could have easily made him come like this.
But she wanted more. She wanted all of him. She wanted him inside when he released.
She slowed the up and down movement, then drew back. He seemed to understand since he let his hand slide away as well.
She sat back on her heels and looked at him. Her whole body felt as though it was alive only to him and for him. Nothing else existed.
She’d never been with a Five Bridges man before. Everything about being with Braden was new and strange yet completely exhilarating.
He leaned up on his elbow. “Have you ever been with a wolf?”
She shook her head. Her gaze once more made a slow journey over his shoulders, his chest, then back to his intense green eyes.
“Are you scared, though I’m not smelling fear right now.”
“I’m not afraid. I’m the opposite. I want this. I can’t make promises about the future, but I want this. Whatever you do, Braden, don’t hold back.”
He smiled a slow smile then the bed became a sudden whirlwind as he levitated and spun in the air. He slipped behind her during the same split-second, grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to all fours.
She gasped and grunted. He’d put her in a wolf position and everything in her body tensed and trembled. Yet still not with fear.
She couldn’t believe how much she wanted to be with him, ached for him, in this exact way. She could only suppose it was that alpha-mate thing again.
He drew up behind her. He rubbed his thick stalk up and down her sex then teased her by placing the head just inside then pulling out.
She groaned and her hips arched. “Stop that. You know what I need.”
He had hold of her hips and finally gave her what she wanted. He was big, but he glided right in. He might have muttered a few euphoric obscenities as well. She heard a whole string of ‘F-f-f-f-f-f-f’, if not the rest of the word.
“Ditto,” she murmured.
As he began to thrust, that exquisite push-pull of sex, for a long moment, she couldn’t think. She couldn’t form even one coherent thought. She was all about the sensation as well as taking in his erotic Madagascar scent.
When her brain righted itself a little, she realized once more just how much she’d missed the physical connection of sex. Maybe this wasn’t making love like the tender, heartfelt times she’d known during her married life. But it was amazing.
She tilted her head up then arched her back. He pummeled her harder. “Braden.” Her voice sounded hoarse, like she was shouting into a strong wind. She wanted to say more, to tell him how good it felt, but no other words followed.
When his hips slowed, she felt him slowly lean over her back. He growled then drifted the back of his hand along her cheek.
His scent was really strong. She twisted enough to look at his hand. He was showing fur now which heightened his smell.