Page 44 of Horned to be Wild
“Show me,” he commanded. “Touch yourself.”
Her breath caught and she hesitated, unused to being on display. But the fire in his eyes emboldened her. She let her fingers trail down her belly to the button on her jeans, undoing it with slow deliberateness.
“That’s it,” he urged. “Show me how much you want me.”
She stood up long enough to shimmy out of her jeans, revealing the damp scrap of lace between her legs. Instead of removing it, she let her fingers dance lightly over the lace, teasing themboth, and his eyes darkened with desire. His avid gaze sent little sparks of excitement through her veins. She’d never felt so bold.
When her hand slid beneath the lace, his cock jerked.
“Show me,” he said again, and she slipped her panties down her thighs. “Now spread your legs. Let me see all of you.”
She obeyed, opening herself to his heated stare. His eyes locked between her legs and she could feel the wetness gathering there as if he were touching her. When her fingers slid through her folds, she shuddered at the slick heat.
“Tell me how it feels,” he demanded, his voice rough. She could see the bulge of his erection, huge beneath his jeans. “Tell me how much you want me.”
“I’m so wet,” she confessed, sliding a finger into her own pussy, imagining it was him, thick and hot. “So wet for you.”
He groaned, his big hands reaching out to cup her hips. “You’re so beautiful like this. I can’t wait to be inside you.”
She gasped as her fingers circled her clit. She was aching, trembling with need. “Please. I need you inside me.”
“Not yet, my love,” he said, his voice strained. “I want to watch you come first. Make yourself ready for me.”
His words drove her higher. Her fingers moved faster, circling her swollen clit, and her breath came in ragged pants.
“Are you close?” His voice was hoarse. “Are you going to come for me?”
She nodded frantically, her body tensing. “Yes, yes. So close.” Her free hand gripped his shoulder. “I want you to watch me.”
He growled, the sound vibrating through her. His hands tightened on her hips, holding her steady as her fingers worked furiously.
“I’m watching,” he promised. “Show me how hard you’ll come on my cock.”
Her orgasm ripped through her, her hips bucking as she rode her fingers, her eyes fixed on his. He didn’t look away, drinking in her pleasure, his gaze devouring her. When her shudders subsided, he leaned forward to brush a tender kiss across her lips.
“You’re incredible.” He traced her cheekbone with one gentle finger. “I could watch you come forever.”
She laughed breathlessly, still trembling from her climax. “I need you inside me. I need you now.”
He didn’t hesitate, quickly freeing his erection before lifting her over him. She sank down slowly, her body fighting to accommodate him despite her excitement. They groaned in unison as she stretched enough to take his bulge and slide down those last few inches. He filled her completely, her body straining to take him. He gripped her hips, slowly guiding her up and down as she rode him.
“So tight,” he muttered. “So perfect for me.”
“More,” she gasped, desperate to feel every inch of him. She ground down, taking him deeper. “Need more.”
He obliged, lifting her higher and driving up into her with quick, powerful strokes. She clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders. She could feel another orgasm building as his cockgrew impossibly harder, stretching her to her limit. Her body trembled on the edge, her head thrown back in ecstasy.
“Yes,” he growled, his thrusts growing more forceful. “Come for me, love.”
His words sent her flying as her body clenched down on him, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. He gripped her hips, holding her in place as his own release came, hot and hard, filling her with his seed. She collapsed against him and his arms tightened around her, holding her against him until their heart rates slowed and their breathing steadied. The only sound was the crackling of the fire and their mingled breaths.
She traced idle patterns across his chest, marveling at the contrast between his short russet fur and her own pale skin.
“I think it gets better every time.”
He hummed in agreement, his fingers combing gently through hair. “That’s because there’s no more running,” he murmured, almost to himself.
“And no more walls,” she added, pressing a kiss to his chest, right over his heart.
