Page 18 of Ravenous

“Oh,” I said, as his dick went even deeper inside me. I set my hands on his chest then leaned in and kissed him.

I couldn’t hold still. I had to move. I squirmed as our tongues tangled, but when I tried to lift up, I had to sit back.

His hands went to my hips, and he helped me set a rhythm. Up, down, circle. My clit got rubbed against his base, and I was close again.

Wesknewand began to lift me and drop me. His hips rocked up to meet me.

“That’s it. Fuck yourself on my dick. Every inch, honey, you’re getting every inch. It’s all for you.”

My breasts bounced. My head fell back. I just felt as we fucked.

Sweaty. Dirty.

Perfect.

When I came again, I felt myself get wetter. I cried out and kept moving to follow the pleasure. Wes' grip tightened, and he thrust deep. Held and growled.

Literally growled. I felt the rumble of it beneath my hands on his chest.

I felt how his dick thickened just before the hot spurts of his cum filled me.

I slumped onto him, and he wrapped his arms around me. I could feel his heart beating. Feel his heat. His strength.

The sounds of the storm came back to me. The howling wind. The rain. A distant roll of thunder.

But the storm was no longer inside me.

I didn’t feel the tears clogging my throat anymore. Or the pressure of trapped fight or flight urges flapping like birds in my chest.

Wes slumped down, so we were settled in bed and threw the covers over us. We were still connected as he kissed the top of my head.

“Better?”

“Much,” I murmured.

“I made hot cocoa when you were in the shower if you still want it.”

My eyes were already closed. “No, I’m good.”

Here in Wes' arms, in his bed, I felt safe.

I felt… railed. I was definitely going to be walking funny tomorrow.

I smiled as I drifted into dreamland.

10

WES

I slidout of bed at dawn before Remy was up and stared down at the sleeping beauty in my bed. Joy’s long blonde hair spilled across my pillow. It, indeed, was like the spun gold of Remy’s fairytales. The color of summer sun. Of chaos and happiness.

She was such a bright presence in my bed. Even asleep, she exuded sunshine.

A contrast to my dark storm clouds. The mechanical functioning of putting one foot in front of the other day after day to get through the days. To keep things stable for my pup.

But last night, Joy had needed me. Our interlude had been…unexpected.

Obviously unplanned.

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