He obeyed instantly, mindlessly, his body already two steps ahead.
He laid her upon the ground, and it felt like the soft grass of the lake’s bank he’d fallen asleep upon. Perhaps he carried this sensation into his dreams. It was as serviceable a bed as any.
He kissed a hot path across her jaw, over her throat, sucking and nipping as he went, hungry for the taste of her skin.
She pushed at him restlessly, squirming beneath him, scooting into position until her dripping wet core cradled his cock.
“Don’t wait,” she begged. “Please, Wolfe… My Wolfe… Come inside. I need…”
He needed too.
Needed her so much.
He couldn’t hold back if he wanted to. He’d worship her body properly afterwards, he silently promised.
But right now, he just needed tofuck.
He held her thighs open wide and positioned himself at her entrance. With a snap of his hips, he pushed unerringly inside.
She was ready for him, her desire overflowing. But she was just as small and tight as he remembered.
He felt as if he was impaling her on his cock, felt like he’d plowed straight into her heart, her throat.
The way she arched her back and neck in an open-mouthed, silent scream seemed to confirm it, as if she couldn’t fit him inside. As if he’d pushed too deep to the point of no return.
But it wasn’t pain he saw on her face.
Instead, her eyes glazed over and slitted almost all the way shut in an expression of pure rapture. She keened low in her throat as her core muscles convulsively clenched around him, wringing his cock relentlessly.
“So good…” she gasped.
“Gods! You feel so, sogood. More… Give me more!”
He gave her more.
He pulled back a few inches and pushed inside again.
Over and over, he stroked her, making her writhe, stoking her fire into a blazing inferno, making her break upon his cock, coating the long, thick length of him with her ecstasy, until it overflowed them both, down to his stones, his inner thighs.
She pumped her own hips in counterpoint to his, maximizing the mind-numbing friction with opposite pulls. Her hands clawed into his biceps and back, silently demanding more.
More.
More!
Wolfe could feel his stones draw tight. He couldn’t delay his own release any longer. Yet, he didn’t want this to end.
It always ended after he released, a painful, empty cataclysm that left him wrecked from the inside out. The rest of the dream would become a blur.
And he would wake up alone.
Always alone.
It hurt so much he couldn’t endure it. Couldn’t control the words that escaped his lips:
“Rui…I ache for you…”
He pushed deep, sinking home. He held there, tight against her womb.