Page 123 of In Death, Love Survives
“Don’t look so shocked,” he teases.
“No, no, I’m not,” I stammer.
Wolfe waits for me to process what he just said.
“I love you too. I’m here, and I want this. I want you. I’m ready for the ride of my life.”
Wolfe strokes my shoulders with both of his broad hands. It’s sensual and caring at the same time.
The front door opening and closing a few more times doesn’t stop Wolfe from focusing on our connection. My natural inclination is to tell him to go be with his friends and try to solve what’s happening, but this time, I’m not going to. This time, I’m going to be selfish.
I’m learning that I need to take what I want for once in my life.
A wicked thought pops into my head.
Wolfe cocks his head to the side and a similar gleam appears in his eyes that I must have in mine.
Looking down, I pull the same T-shirt I’ve been wearing since last night overhead, leaving me in nothing but my panties.
“Fucking stunning,” Wolfe says.
“Thank you, hunny.” It comes out sultrier than I’ve spoken before.
I reach for his brown belt and start undoing the buckle. Wolfe doesn’t say anything as he watches my movements.
I undo the buckle and then unbutton his jeans; then I pull at the sides and push them down to the ground, going with them until I’m on my knees.
“What are you doing down there, angel?” he asks huskily.
“Taking what I want, when I want it.”
I grin up at him right as I reach out and grip his cock. He thrusts automatically and lets out a hiss.
“Fuck. I love the way you touch me.”
Holding onto it with both hands, I stroke back and forth for just a few moments until I wrap my mouth around it. Wolfe’scock is large, and I struggle to get a comfortable position. I’ll gladly take it, though, to watch him in this much pleasure.
Wolfe’s eyes are shut, and his hands are on his hips as I suck him off.
I move back and forth, using my hands and mouth to make this god-like man come. Every inch of him is solid muscle, and I can’t believe that I’m the one who gets to bring him pleasure.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs.
I keep going, noticing he starts to do small thrusts.
“You’re sucking me off so well.” He groans.
Wolfe places a hand on the back of my head and pushes it forward slightly. It makes me take more of him in my mouth, almost hitting the back of my throat.
“You can take more. I know you can.”
I hum at the encouragement and try to deepen it.
“That’s my girl. Taking this cock so well. I’m going to come soon,” he continues as he pushes my head in more.
If it were anyone else but Wolfe, I would slap his hand away, but the way he’s doing it feels erotic, like it’s another form of encouragement and praise that I bask in.
I feel him start to spasm and go faster.
