Page 65 of In Death, Love Survives
“Wolfe,” I murmur.
My hands start to caress his chest.
“I love the way you touch me.” He groans with a thrust of his pelvis.
I grant him more access, spreading my legs further apart, anything to get the sensation of his body touching me even more than it already is.
“I love that I finally get to touch you,” I say, continuing to stroke his chest and abdomen.
Wolfe nuzzles his face into my neck and starts to place gentle kisses along it. They start off sweet before he begins to nip at it as well.
A soft moan escapes.
“Angel, you have to be quiet. We can’t have Walls coming in here.”
Leaning my head back to give him more access, I nod frantically as I bite down on my lower lip to prevent another moan from escaping.
“Can I touch you?” he asks.
It takes me by surprise, but then again, it doesn’t. Wolfe knows I’ve been through something traumatic, but he doesn’t know what just yet. He cares about my well-being.
“Yes. Please,” I beg.
One of Wolfe’s hands travels beneath my skirt and starts to pull at my panties. Lifting myself into the air, I make it easier for him to take them off completely.
It’s the most erotic sensation I’ve ever experienced. The way he slides them off teasingly only makes me wetter than I have been since he walked into my office.
With my panties on the ground, Wolfe follows suit, kneeling before my spread-out legs and bare sex.
He inhales deeply as I stay upright on my elbows.
I whimper, wanting him to take a lick and antsy for his next move.
“Baby doll, I can’t wait to devour this cunt day in and day out when I get out, but we’re short on time this go around. Are you going to be okay with that?”
Wolfe waits for my answer as he stands tall in front of me now.
“Yes,” I say with a grin.
“That’s my angel.”
He reaches for his waistband and pulls his pants down, followed by his gray boxers. Wolfe’s cock springs to life. It’s already hard and weeping, waiting to go into its forever home.
He starts to pull at it roughly as I just stare, watching his every movement.
“You’re going to make me feel like a god with the way you’re staring at my dick,” he teases.
My eyes dart up to his, and I shrug one shoulder.
“Maybe you are to me.”
Wolfe’s eyes darken as he becomes more serious from my words.
“Has it been a while?” he asks.
“I…”
“I don’t want a virgin. I want you. My size is clearly large, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
