“It means that if you keep looking at me like you want to eat me alive I’m going to end up coming a lot faster than either of us wants me to.”
Her heart tripped over itself. “Oh. Well. Then you shouldn’t be standing there looking like that. It’s hardly my fault.”
He laughed. Actually laughed. The deep, husky sound sending a devastating friction over her body. She felt like she’d been scrubbed raw with it.
“Sorry. I’ll try to take it down a notch.” But she had a feeling that he couldn’t. She had a feeling there was no way. Because he was too much. All of him. Every piece.
And when his hands went to his belt buckle, her eyes went to the bulge just beneath. Yes. She had a feeling he was quite a bit too much.
“You’re not listening.”
“Neither are you.” He undid the buckle on his jeans at the same time as he kicked off his boots. Dispensing with all of his clothes in the next thirty seconds and leaving her both slack-jawed and breathless. His body was breathtaking. His masculinity thick and intimidating, standing away from his body. He wanted her. He really did. There was no earthly way that he could be faking that.
“Your turn,” he said, coming over to the bed, reaching around her back and undoing her bra. Her panties went next, stripped away quickly and discarded on the floor with the rest of their clothes. And for the first time in her life, she was naked with another human being. She waited for there to be nerves, but there weren’t.
She remembered what else Clara had said.
To ask for what she wanted, because this was about her pleasure. There wasn’t any room for embarrassment, not given that. And the thing was, if he was really only going to be here for two weeks, if this was really all she was going to get, why should she be repressed? Why should she give in to any flutter of nerves? Why should she give in to anything but her own desire? She should have exactly what she wanted and no less. She should have everything she needed. Absolutely everything. Emboldened by that, she got up on her knees, wrapped her arms around him and kissed him, allowing her bare breasts to press up against that gorgeous, impressive chest.
He groaned, deep and long into her mouth, and she made a similar sound in response. He felt so good. He was hot and rough and perfect, and he made her feel wicked. And free. Most of all, he made her feel free. There was no one here to tell her what to do. No one to tell her to stop. She was her own woman. And this was her own life. She had nothing to prove to anyone, nothing to earn, not here. Because Wolf was the object of her desire, and there was no potential for permanence, and yes, there was part of her that should feel sad about that, but most of her felt... Most of her felt liberated by that. Because this could be all about Violet. What she wanted. What she secretly wanted. Not about proving herself; not about earning anything... Just about her.
She arched her back forward, pressing herself even more brazenly to him. He gripped her ass, bringing the very heart of her up against his hardened arousal. She squirmed. Whimpering as need built inside her. She was wet. Absolutely slick with her need for him, and she felt hollow inside. Desperate to be filled by him. And it was going to hurt. She knew that. It couldn’t not. He was... He was huge. But she wanted him enough that it didn’t matter. She felt reckless with that want. And it felt good. Because if there was one thing Violet Donnelly never was—not anymore—it was reckless. And this wasn’t rebellion. She had experienced rebellion. She had gone to a party to get drunk and fool around with a boy just to be rebellious. That was about other people. About showing them. About defying them. This was about her. Surprising herself, defying herself. Breaking the barriers that she herself had built up in her own soul. That was what this was about. It was bigger, deeper. More. It was essential to everything that she was. And it was wonderful.
His hands moved from where they were, dipping between her thighs, feeling her wetness, her readiness for him. She gasped as he pushed one finger inside her tight channel. It was unfamiliar, the invasion, but she knew she had to get used to it. And it didn’t take long for her to find that she enjoyed it. That it felt good for him to do that. He lifted her up slightly off the mattress, gripping her thighs and wrapping them around him as he laid her back, opening her to him. Then he began to stroke her there, his thumb moving in a circle over her sensitized bundle of nerves, his fingers working at the entrance of her body, until he finally pushed one deeper inside her, then another, and she squirmed, wiggling against him, arching her back in a desperate bid for more.
And he delivered, working his fingers in and out of her in an expert rhythm as he continued to stroke her right where she was most desperate for him. She was panting, tension inside her building and building until she didn’t think she could take it anymore. And then finally, it broke. And every thought in her mind went blessedly blank. As if it had vanished on some cloud of pleasure. Her internal muscles pulsed around his fingers, and when the storm passed, all she could think was that...
She hadn’t had to ask.
He made sure she came first without her having to ask.
He leaned over her, kissing her as he continued to stroke her lazily. She jerked beneath his touch. She was so sensitized she could hardly stand it. And then suddenly, she was desperate for him. Any satisfaction she felt in the moment evaporating as need began to build inside her again. She pushed her way upward, running her hands all over his body, his chest, his abs. What if this was the only night they had? What if it was the only chance she had to explore him? She practically knocked him back onto the mattress, kissing him all over. His chest, his stomach, and then she paused, when she got down to his...
She did not know what she was doing. But suddenly...she completely agreed with Clara. It was not gross. Not at all. She wanted to do this. She wanted him. She just had to figure out how to approach it.
She decided with an experimental lick. From base to tip. He swore, sharp and hard, pinning his head back to the mattress, his hand going to the back of her head. And she figured she must have done something right. So she licked him again, then kissed him, and his hips bucked up off the bed. She changed the angle of her approach, taking him into her mouth. And suddenly it felt...at least a little bit intuitive. What to do. Because his responses were so clear. His need so obvious. And it fueled her. Aroused her. Made her ready for more.
“Stop,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I can’t... I can’t take any more.”
Then she found herself being lifted away from him, up toward the top of the mattress, and he brought his head down between her thighs, licking her like she was a dessert. He pinned her there, looping his arms over her legs and holding her down to his mouth. Pushing her until she climaxed again, until she had shattered utterly and completely.
And then he brought her down to the center of the bed, settling himself between her legs. He grabbed a packet she hadn’t even seen him get, and tore it open, rolling the condom down over his length. And she couldn’t be nervous. She was slick with need, and aching for more. Yes, she had peaked twice, which she would’ve said was impossible, but she hadn’t had what she really wanted. Which was him. In her. As deep in her as he could be.
He positioned himself at the entrance of her body and thrust inside. In one swift stroke.
She gasped, a tearing sensation suffusing her with hot pain. She really hadn’t expected it to be that bad. Yes, she’d known there’d be some level of pain, but she had thought that the degree of arousal she’d built up inside her would do something to cushion it.
If it had... Good Lord.
What would’ve happened with a less expert lover?
She was panting, panicking slightly.
“Hush,” he said, holding her to him, shushing her like you would a horse. “It’s all right. It’s okay.” He froze there, holding her against him. “You want me to stop?”
“No,” she said. “Please don’t stop.”
After a moment, the pain began to fade. After a moment, she felt calmer. After a moment, she could feel her arousal starting to build again. Feel her desire becoming more apparent.