Page 73 of Little Red Riding Hood
Red’s breath caught in his throat—was Wim about tobitehim? But no, the pressure against his flesh gentled, then Wim quickly replaced his teeth with that hot, wet tongue of his, licking where he’d just grazed him.
“Forgive me. You just taste so delicious.”
Red rasped an appreciative purr to let Wim know he could eat him any day of the week and that would be quite alright with him.
Pulling back, Wim poured more oil over his length, the glossy liquid making the size of his cock even more apparent. Red swallowed hard, trying not to show his apprehension at taking such a monstrous thing inside him.
“You ready?” Wim asked, those chestnut eyes boring into him.
Red nodded, words failing him again. He shuffled on the blankets, making to flip over onto his hands and knees.
Yet Wim blocked him, gripping his shoulders. “Where are you going?”
“Shouldn’t I…” Red trailed off, the heat in his cheeks nothing to do with the roaring fire. Here he was again, embarrassing himself.
“I may be a wolf, but I do not always mount like an animal. Especially when I find the face of my lover so pleasing.”
Wim gently pushed him back onto the blankets before grabbing his thighs again, lifting them onto his shoulders, then positioned his very sizable length at Red’s entrance. Red couldn’t help but suck in a large breath. Then, feeling the pressure nudge against him, he closedhis eyes tightly. Wim began to push inside him, and Red braced himself for the inevitable pain, biting his lip to stifle any sounds of discomfort that threatened to escape.
As the initial bite eased, Red breathed out a shaky sigh of relief. The pain was more than manageable, nothing he couldn’t handle. He opened his eyes to see Wim watching him with concern.
“Are you okay?” Wim asked, voice strained.
“Very okay,” Red replied, reaching to entwine the fingers of one hand with Wim’s own, and squeezing tightly.
Wim nodded, leaning down to brush a kiss across Red’s lips before he slowly continued inching inside him. The sensation of being filled by him soon sent an intense wave of pleasure coursing through Red that overshadowed any lingering sting.
Red ran his fingers through Wim’s hair, holding on to him as if it were the only thing anchoring him in this world right now.
Then he felt it—Wim had reached all the way inside him, the man groaning in pleasure before he captured Red’s lips in another searing kiss.
Wim began to move, his thrusts gentle but insistent. Each one sent waves of pleasure more sensational than the last down Red’s spine, and he could feel himself becoming more and more sensitive with each stroke. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to absorb the sensations without letting them overwhelm him completely.
When he opened his eyes again, it was to see the starry sky above them. The stars seemed so close they might reach out and touch him, their distant light filtering into his eyes like ethereal teardrops. The sight took his breath away; he felt as though he was floating outside of himself, carried aloft on waves of devotion and desire.
He arched up into Wim, revelling in the weight of his lover’s body on top of him. He could feel every muscle in Wim’s chest pressing into his own skin, every heartbeat thudding against his rib cage. It was a feeling both intimate and terrifying—to be so close to someone else that you could feel their very essence mingling with your own.
And yet… it was also incredibly comforting.
Red reached up to run his fingers through Wim’s hair, savoring the softness of it between his fingertips. He wanted nothing more than to stay like this forever—just the two of them under the vast expanse of stars, in this forest that had become their home.
Red’s prick had deflated just a smidge, but a few moments of Wim’s firm, slick strokes along it had it fully erect again, the coiled heat in Red’s stomach threatening to erupt.
They soon moved together in sync, their bodies becoming one entity lost in passionate bliss under the starlit sky.
“Does it feel good?” Wim asked, voice dropping to a gravelly whisper.
Couldn’t Wim tell from the noises Red was making? He violently nodded, continuing to thread his fingers through Wim’s hair, smoothing the strands down again and again.
Wim let out a whine. “Tell me. Tell me how good I’m making you feel.”
Oh, fuck.
A strangled sound left Red’s throat before he forced himself to form the words that Wim evidently needed to hear.
“Fuck, Wim, you’re fucking incredible,” Red gasped, his back arching as the other man’s hand worked him into a frenzy. “So good, so… fucking… good.”
Red cringed at himself, but Wim chuckled darkly, the sound dangerously low and feral. He was close to release—Red could feel it in the way his body moved, in the way his fingers dug into Red’s hips. “You like that, sweetheart? You like it when I make you feel so good?”
