“Wow,” I murmur, running my hands over his front.
“I hope that’s a good wow.”
“A very good wow.”
He’s cut. Like, really cut. Rippling? I think it’s safe to say that his abs are rippling, and I run my fingers over them. Touching his skin, I move my hands down lower to where he’s still got his belt and pants on.
“What about this?” I ask.
“Are you going to take it off?”
He raises an eyebrow and looks down at me, as though he’s challenging me. Am I up for it? Hell yes, I am. I’m not
one to turn down a sexy man who wants me to take off his belt. I reach for his neck and pull him close, kissing him. While he slides his tongue over mine, I reach down and start unbuckling his belt. Somehow, this seems easier than unbuttoning his shirt, and within seconds, I’m shoving his pants down over his hips.
He pulls away, climbs off the bed, and pushes his pants the rest of the way down.
He’s standing there in just his boxers, and he looks at me.
“What do you think?”
“I want more, Robert.”
“Tell me.”
“I want you to push your boxers down so I can see your cock, Robert.”
“Well, well, well. The little wolf isn’t so shy after all.”
“I never said I was shy.”
“Show me how you’re not shy,” he says.
“What are you asking me?”
“I think you know, little wolf.”
I wiggle off the bed and stand in front of him. I reach for him, placing my hands on his chest, and then I kiss his neck. Slowly, I tease my tongue down his skin until I get to his shoulder. Then I lean up and whisper in his ear.
“Oh, Mr. Bear, you make a dangerous request.”
Then, in one swift motion, I drop to my knees. I lean forward and rub my face against his cock. It’s still over the boxers, but oh, I can feel how hard he is.
And he’s really hard.
I kiss him over the boxers. My hands run up his thighs and cup his bottom, and then I just keep kissing him.
He groans a little, and that just eggs me on. I love those little noises. I love knowing how excited he is about this. If there’s one thing that makes me thrilled, it’s the way he’s letting loose with me.
Robert always seems just a little bit tense. I know why. I know things haven’t been easy for him since he came to Claw Valley, but oh, I hope that after today, he’s going to be so damn relaxed he doesn’t know what to do with himself.
When I think I’ve teased him enough, I reach for the top of his boxers with my mouth and tug, yanking the fabric down. I move with it until it falls to the floor, and then I lick up his thighs and to his balls.
“Little wolf,” he groans.
“Shhh. I have to show you I’m not shy,” I chuckle. I lick one of his balls and then the other. His cock is so hard and it’s right in my face, teasing me, but I want to make this a night he’s never going to forget. Finally, when I can’t resist anymore, I lick up his shaft and then take his length down my throat.
Oh, he tastes fucking amazing: like masculinity and strength and desire. His cock is practically throbbing in my mouth as I lick, sucking him. I take him deeper into my mouth and then, just when I think I can’t take him any deeper, he thrusts forward just a little, and I do. Swallowing hard, I keep sucking, licking, teasing him. He plays with my hair and whispers sweet nothings as I worship his cock.