“Mmm…” she moaned when she felt the tip stretching her slowly. “Such a tease.”
She knew he was doing it on purpose. Max could have slammed into her and made love to her hard enough to break the bed. He was a wolf-shifter, and she was no human damsel. Her hybrid strength and resistance matched his. The only difference between a shifter and a hybrid was that the hybrid couldn’t shift. Other than that, they were on the same level.
She bucked her hips, and Max couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted to be patient, he wanted to make this unique moment last, but they both needed it too desperately. In one swift thrust, he was buried deep inside her pussy. A grunt escaped his parted lips when he felt her walls clench and unclench around him, ready to milk him dry.
“Oh, please…”
He had already hit that divine spot which could make her tremble and whisper his name, and she wanted more. She was willing to beg for it.
Max closed his eyes and bit down hard on his lower lip. The sight of her gorgeous, curvaceous body had almost made him come, and that was the last thing he wanted. Avelyn’s pleasure came first. Always. He wouldn’t finish before her. And, yes, he had enough stamina to fuck her all night, but that still didn’t mean he’d ever allow himself to finish before her. Not even once, and certainly not by mistake.
“Yes, right there!” She was screaming now. And she didn’t care. It felt so good. “Fuck, fuck! Fuck me! Don’t stop. Max, harder. Please, harder!”
“Baby, you’ve no idea what you’re doing to me…”
A string of pleas and curses left her lips as she arched her back, dug her nails into the mattress, and came on his cock. One second later, he came as well, his hot seed filling her to the brim. A second, smaller orgasm shook her to the core, and she hugged the pillow to her chest.
Max stayed like that, still buried inside her, for a few long minutes. It felt too good. Her pussy throbbed around him, her breathing came in quick, short gasps, and her body was so soft and open that he never wanted to let go. He never wanted to be separated from her.
Avelyn was the one who moved and changed their position. As she turned to face him, she chuckled at the feel of his seed drip out of her and onto her legs and bedsheets.
“You’ve made a mess, mister,” she whispered against his lips.
“Don’t act like you don’t like it.”
They were kneeling on the bed, facing each other. Now that they’d both had a quick release, they could actually take the time to enjoy the real thing: slow, sensual lovemaking.
Max cupped her round, heavy breasts, massaging them through the expensive bra. He watched her intently as she closed her eyes, parted her lips, and threw her head back in an invitation to kiss and lick her neck. He knew he could drive her insane with lust just by blowing cool air over the heated, sensitive skin between her jaw and her collarbone. And if he really wanted to torture her, then he’d lick the shell of her ear and bite her earlobe. After ten years of marriage, it was safe to say Max knew how to satisfy his wife.
Avelyn ran her hands up and down his arms, then all over his chest and abs. When she reached his crotch, she noticed his cock was just as hard as before. One of the best things about being married to a shapeshifter was that physical exhaustion was almost a myth. Her Max didn’t even need time to recover. He could go at least three times in a row before showing any interest in sleep. And she could take it. Oh, she could definitely take it.
Carefully, he undid her bra and rolled the straps down her arms. Max was crazy about her breasts. Big, full, and heavy, with dark pink nipples that turned as hard as pebbles under his soft touch. He leaned down to take one between his lips and suck on it gently while using his fingers to play with the other. He loved the little moans and sighs she made. The more he kissed and nibbled on her nipples and breasts, the more Avelyn opened up to him.
This time, he took things slowly. He removed her corset, kissed his way down to her soaked folds, and enjoyed her whole body thoroughly. He made sure no patch of exposed skin was left untouched.
Avelyn loved the attention, but her hands and lips were also itching to please him. After fifteen minutes, she pushed him on his back and climbed on top of him. It was easier for her to do her thing when he relinquished control. He didn’t seem very willing at first, but when she wrapped her fingers around his cock and leaned in to kiss and bite his neck, he caved.
She explored every ridge and valley of his perfectly ripped body. She bit one of his nipples, making him shudder and try to push her away. She laughed, blew cool air over it until it turned hard, them made her way down his taut abs, following the line of soft black hair leading to the engorged prize between his thighs. Avelyn made herself more comfortable, pulled her hair over her left shoulder, then took the dark pink head in her mouth. She sucked softly at first, just to tease him and give him a taste of what was to come, then closed her eyes and dived down, taking in as much as she could. He was huge. His cock was so long and thick that she’d ended up with an aching jaw more times than she could count. It didn’t matter. It was always worth it. Now, there was the added bonus of tasting herself on him. The thought that he’d already been inside her, and he’d soon be again, could almost make her orgasm.
“Avelyn,” he whispered. “If you keep this up…”
She let his cock slip out of her mouth, so she could look up at him.
“What? You’ll come in my mouth?”
“Mmm… yes.”
She grinned and squeezed the base of his shaft.
“I want you to.” She started moving her hand up and down in long, wide strokes. “I want to swallow all of it, then I’m going to straddle you and ride you till you fill my pussy again. How does that sound?”
A low, animalistic growl coming from deep inside his chest was all the answer he could give her. There was no way he could put into words what Avelyn was doing to him, how she was turning him on and making him forget the rest of the world even existed. What world? She was his world. She and their wolf pups. But this was not the time to let his mind wander to their three sons. No way.
“Good,” she whispered. “I’m glad we understand each other.”
She started sucking him fast and hard, giving him all she had, using one hand to keep his hips pinned to the bed, and the other to pump the base, where her lips couldn’t quite reach. She hummed and moaned around his cock, rolled her tongue over the head every time she needed a breath, and she had him growling and squirming under her in minutes. When he shot his seed down her throat, she swallowed greedily, then licked him clean, making sure she didn’t miss one delicious drop. Seconds later, she was on top of him, her legs on either side of him, rubbing her wet, glistening folds up and down his length.
Max looked up at her, smiled, and cupped her breasts, massaging and kneading, and pinching her nipples until her cheeks flushed red and her moans filled the cabin. He took a deep breath when she grabbed his cock and guided it to her entrance, then released it slowly as she lowered herself, her pussy enveloping him whole. She was tight and warm, and much more soaked than the first time. Some of his seed was still dripping out of her, making everything deliciously slippery.