Page 53 of Howl for Me
“I’ll be okay,” she says. “I’m not some plain Jane like you said. I can do this.”
She’s fierce and way stronger than me. I nod, finally. Finally, letting go. Finally agreeing to this insane, reckless, absolutely right idea.
Then she slaps me. Light, but sharp enough to sting.
“Stop being a pussy and fuck me.”
A sound leaves me somewhere between a laugh and a groan, and I smile, biting my lip like the feral, obsessed fiend she’s turned me into.
“God, that mouth of yours.”
She smirks like she owns me, which, at this point, she does.
“There he is,” she purrs, taking a step back. “Now let’s go.”
And I follow her. Of course, I follow her. Because I’d follow that woman into fire. We step onto the set, and it’s quiet, the kind of quiet that hums with tension just beneath the surface.
I lean in close and whisper, “I won’t hurt you.”
Cassidy doesn’t even blink. “Oh, but I want you too.”
She walks to her mark, steady and sure, and I take mine across from her. The director nods. Cameras ready. Lights burn hot above us and we roll. The early scenes go smoothly, too smoothly. I follow her rhythm like a dance I never learned but instinctively know. Her eyes guide me, her touch grounds me, and I let the lines fall from my lips even when I have to improvise. She makes it easy. Then it’s time for that scene. Theone I’ve been dreading since the second she agreed to this. Cass looks at me and I want to run both to and away from her. I can’t tell which urge is stronger.
But then she smiles. That little smirk that says, “I’ve got this,” and like always… It pulls me in like gravity.
“I can do this,” she whispers.
The director calls, “Rolling! Scene thirty-two, take one. And… action!”
She delivers her line, soft and aching, “Why did you make us wait till the full moon?”
And I answer her, not just as the character, but as the man who’s held back every feral, desperate urge in him for far too long.
“Because if we’re going to be together… you have to know what I truly am.”
“But you’ve made me wait so long,” she breathes, “Don’t you want me?”
My voice comes low and ragged. All truth and no script. “Fuck yes, I do. I’ve wanted you for so long.”
She knows it’s not just a line. I lay her down on the bed gently. I crawl over her, and her big eyes meet mine, wide and shimmering. There’s fear, yes, but more than that, there’s heat. Trust. Her body trembles just slightly under me, and I kiss her. Deep. A kiss that feels like the world has stopped. She sighs against my mouth, and I swear it breaks something loose in me. My hands explore her slowly, learning her curves as I ease the strap of her lingerie down her shoulder, revealing one perfect breast, soft and flushed and begging for my mouth.
I trail kisses down her neck, tasting her skin, drinking in her scent until I reach her breast and suck the hardened peak into my mouth. Her moan, God, her moan, isn't faked for the camera.
It’s real, and it’s her. The sweetest fucking sound I’ve ever heard. And I know then, this isn’t a scene anymore. This is us.Her body is trembling beneath me, but it’s not fear, it’s need. I worship her with my hands, and my mouth, slow, deliberate. I kiss every inch of skin she offers me like I was born to do it. I can smell her arousal, thick and warm, rolling off her in waves meant only for me. My cock is so hard it aches, heavy and pulsing, leaking at the tip like it knows this is exactly where we belong. When I release it, her eyes drop, and she swallows hard. Then she leans up and kisses me, not rushed, not shy, but certain. Her way of saying I’m ready.
I line myself up and press forward, slow and careful as I breach her tight, soaked pussy.. Her gasp spills into my mouth, her nails digging into my arms, but she doesn't stop me. She takes me. She wants this.
“Fuck… you’re perfect,” I groan against her lips.
Her body squeezes me tight, so fucking tight, and I give her time, my hips still trembling as I fight not to come just from the feel of her. Then she moves, and she arches her hips and somehow takes me deeper. I nearly lose it. She’s flushed, moaning, breathy and desperate. And I am completely fucking lost. I move, slowly at first, then deeper, harder, each thrust met by her own. She’s matching me, her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me in like she needs all of me or she might die. Even though she’s the one who has me on the verge of death as her soaked cunt seems to suck my cock in deep enough to have me fighting for control.
Then her body tenses, her back bows, and I feel it. Her pussy clamps down and then she squirts, her wetness splashing against my cock, her thighs, not like Frankie’s choreographed fountains. This is real. So wild and raw. Her eyes widen in horror, like she’s broken some rule, like she did something wrong.
I grab her face and whisper, “Shh… it’s okay. Your scent, fuck, baby, your scent’s the only one I want.”
I pull out, still rock-hard and dripping, but I’m not done worshiping her. I slide down her trembling body and bury my face between her thighs, licking up everything she gave me like it’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted. She moans loudly, writhes, gasps. I have to hold her thighs down because she’s so far gone she’s trying to climb the fucking sky.
I glance up, mouth wet, eyes burning. “Give me more,” I growl. “Now. Let go, come on.”
