This isn’t the way I saw tonight going.
I didn’t think we’d spend an evening laughing and teasing and playing together.
It’s better this way.
Team Shifter is the kind of app that’s supposed to set you up with a lifetime sort of love, but that’s not the way these apps usually work. Generally speaking, they’re a good way to find someone to love for one night, but that’s it.
With Robert, though...
Well, I don’t know if I’m going to be satisfied with just one night.
I get the feeling that I’m going to want a second night, and then a third, and then maybe even more than that.
Is that so wrong?
Finally, he tugs on my hair, pulling me to my feet.
“Enough playing,” he murmurs, and he spins me around so I’m bent over with my hands on the bed and my feet on the floor. I spread my legs, exposing myself even more to him, and he growls in appreciation. “You are fucking gorgeous,” he tells me.
Robert runs his hands up and down my bottom. He’s gentle at first, but then he uses his nails, and it does something incredible to me. I’m so wet. Hell, I don’t know if I’ve ever been this wet before. I love sex, and I love playing, but this? It’s something else entirely. My thighs are slick with my own arousal and it takes everything within me not to close my legs so I can rub my thighs together.
Robert moves his hands to my thighs, though, and he reaches between them, stroking me.
“Oh, little wolf,” he murmurs. “You’re so close.”
He’s right.
I don’t know how he manages to read my body like a book, but somehow, he does, and he’s calling me out. He’s totally right. I am so completely wet for him that it’s insane, and I’m so close to coming. Just a little bit more, and I’ll be there.
Just a little bit more.
He rubs me, touching me with such precision and absolute grace that I feel like a damn princess.
“More,” I manage to whisper breathlessly.
I want more.
More of his touch.
More of his love.
More of everything.
“Come for me, pretty wolf,” he says.
And like I was made for his moment, I do.
I come apart, just for him, and he slides inside of me as I do. He fills me up, and instantly, I’m pushed into a second orgasm. I cry out, fisting the blankets in front of me, and he groans as he thrusts into me.
“How’s that feel?”
His voice is almost a whisper.
“So perfect.”
“You look beautiful when you come.”
Satisfaction washes over me. Happiness. Delight. Beautiful? I’ve never been told I look beautiful when I come.