Page 36 of The Wolf

Instead, I bow my head and press my lips to the gentle curve of her belly, just below her navel, savoring the warm, sweet skin that makes my mouth water. I kiss again, an inch lower, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her abdomen beneath my lips. Andagain, lower still. Each kiss is intentional and lingering, drawing out little moans from her while I focus on her experience.

Finally reaching her center, I dive between her legs. Initially, I let my shaky breath caress her smooth mound, inhaling her potent aroma. I lay on my stomach with my hands gripping her thighs firmly yet lovingly, spreading them wider as I pull her closer. My lips brush against hers, tasting her essence that blooms on my tongue as I place wet, open-mouth kisses all over her pussy.

I fucking love her delectable flavor. My hips jerk, hitting the bed in a shallow thrust, and I can’t help but rub my throbbing cock against the sheets. She’s pushing me into a craze.

My tongue flicks out, teasing her folds, swirling and dancing softly at first, then delving deeper, each stroke a tender caress that draws quiet, sleepy whimpers from her. Her pulse is quickening, her body arching and twisting, but I keep her wide open for me, her skin flush beneath my palms, holding her steady. I feed on her sweetness with growing hunger. I alternate between tender kisses and deeper, more fervent glides of my tongue, my mouth moving in a rhythm that matches the urgency building in her tensing body.

I’m lost in her… in the way she responds stronger now. I can feel her muscles quivering under my ministrations as she writhes beneath me, and my intensity heightens. Unhurriedly, I circle her soaked entrance before dipping my tongue into her core, curling it inside her, and dragging it along the front wall of her narrow passage. Her pussy contracts around me as I hit the spot, and she mouths a breathy plea for more, half-awakened by the pleasure. I repeat it a couple of times, then pick up the pace and tongue her until she begins to tremble, her hips moving against me in need.

But I stop. I know she’s teetering on the edge, and I want to prolong it. Pulling back, I flick my tongue down, rimming hertiny asshole until she’s all relaxed, then return up her slit before locking my mouth around her clit. Sucking it gently, I press my tongue flat against the pulsing nub, teasing it with firm, circular swirls. Her pelvis arches high off the bed as she cries out—a cute, desperate sound that fills the room. I have to reach down and grab my dick to give it a squeeze, pulling the foreskin down, my pre-cum leaks all over the sheet.

With a gentle bite, I take her swollen clit between my teeth, using just enough pressure to force a louder moan out of her. I can feel her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer to her pussy. So I alternate between sucking, biting, and licking as I pour every ounce of my energy into bringing her to that peak.

“Oh yes, baby,” she mewls, and I melt. It’s silly but she never called me that before and it does something for me. “Keep doing that…”

Ravaging her until I’m out of breath, lapping and slurping her flowing juices, I sense the moment she tips over the brink at last. And when she breaks for me at last, her body convulses in waves of ecstasy while her release gushes down on my tongue. She cries out my name, each syllable a beautiful song of bliss, and I keep my mouth on her, coaxing every last tremor from her body, drinking in every rush of her pleasure.

As the tides of her orgasm begin to ebb, she gently pushes me away, getting overstimulated. I place a few kisses on the inside of her thighs before she closes her legs. I then shift back up her body, planting soft, reverent smooches along her skin, tracing a path from her belly to her chest. I take my time, kissing each of her breasts, feeling the heat of her skin against my lips as I graze my teeth over her hard nipples, toying with them sensually with my tongue. I watch as her eyes flutter open, still hazed with pleasure but filled with affection—So. Fucking. Stunning.

Leaning in closer, I capture her lips with mine, kissing her passionately. Moaning into me, she tastes her own sweetness on my tongue, and our breaths collide in a warm rush.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper hoarsely. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

“Shh, stop apologizing.” She dismisses it, taking my cheeks between her hands. “Alex, hey! Look at me.”

I do, and she smiles at me, locking her gaze with mine.

“I love your handsome face…” Her dainty fingers trail across the curve of my jaw, grazing my thick facial hair while migrating onto my mouth. “I love your lips…” She kisses me softly, brushing my hair from my forehead, then scratches my scalp. Her loving touch is soothing but I can’t shake off the guilt.

“Julia, I caused you pain.”

“Pain? It’s nothing, just a few bruises,” she tells me. “I’m not made of glass.”

“But you are… to me,” I try to reason with that loon woman. She can’t bethatguileless to not realize I could’ve crushed her with ease.

“I wanted you like this. And it was amazing.”

Yes, I’m aware she wanted it, but that doesn’t change the fact that I knew better. Or that I’ve hurt her.

“Besides,” she continues with a sparkle in her eyes, “now we know what to expect when we make a baby.”

My brain shuts down, and I seize her mouth again, which she reciprocates with matched eagerness. Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her tighter, feeling the rise and fall of her chest against mine—the feeling of her nipples brushing my naked skin is out of this world. She’s still so adorably tiny next to me, even in this form. My hands wander over her curves, tracing the outline of her waist, the slope of her hips, the warmth of her thighs… then, I part her legs again, nearing her pussy.

“Don’t tell me things like that,” I rasp against her lips, almost losing my cool and shifting from excitement.

“Don’t kiss me like that,” she quickly retorts before invading my mouth deeper, keeping me grounded in the moment.

While our tongues continue to battle for dominance, I slowly slide my fingers inside her constricted channel. She bucks her hips into my hand, her fists closing tighter in my hair as I begin to thrust back and forth.

I can’t focus on anything else but the lingering idea. “Would you want a baby?” I ask, not even hiding the enthusiasm in my tone.

“It’s all I can think about…” she admits, blushing deeply. “Is it because of the heat?”

“Technically, you’re out of heat after the ovulation until the next cycle.”

“Then I guess that’s your answer.”Fuck me.“I mean, I know you said you’re not ready to share me, but—”

Not letting her finish, I mesh our lips together once more, still working tirelessly inside her pussy, her inner muscles clenching around me. I withdraw my ring finger, then direct it to her other hole, inching my way in.

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