Page 65 of Bewitchingly Hers
He grunted, as I started moving faster, combining the rocking motion with raising and lowering myself on his cock, riding it with abandon. I was lost in the pleasure, in all of the feelings that were taking over my body, desire and lust flooding through my veins and begging formore, more, more.
“I’ll give you more,” he promised.
I cried out as he timed his hip thrusts in time with mine, helping bounce me on his length. “Holy fuck,” I gasped, my orgasm already starting to crest inside of me. “Barrett.”
Every single time I dropped back down on him, his knot pushed against my entrance. I was so wet, my juices were dripping down his shaft. His eyes were glued to the spot where his cock disappeared inside of me, fingers gripping my hips so hard I was pretty sure that I’d have marks tomorrow, and the entire scene was so erotic that I couldn’t hold my voice back.
“Ohmygods,” I sobbed as my climax hit me, wave after wave of pleasure bursting through my body as Barrett kept thrusting up into me and guiding my hips in a rocking motion.
“Knot me,” I begged him. “Please.”
He let out a guttural sound, his hand closing over the back of my neck and bringing my lips down to his. “Fuck,” he said against my lips. “Are you sure?”
I nodded, running my fingers up his chest as I kissed his neck, on the same spot he was obsessed with on me. “I want to feel all of you.”
Plus, after earlier, I was pretty sure there was no going back for either of us. I was quickly growing addicted to the feeling of him filling me up, of knowing what it felt like to have his knot swelling inside of me. He was as hard as steel, his tip pressed against the entrance to my womb, and each shallow hip thrust only seemed to nudge him in deeper. “Come inside me,” I encouraged, tightening my muscles around his length. “Please.”
“Tell me you’re mine,” he demanded.
“I’m yours,” I promised. It surprised me how easily the words slipped out. How I didn’t even have to think about it. “I’m yours, Barrett.”
Barrett let out a grunt as he gave one last punishing thrust, and my eyes widened as I felt his knot pop into place, stretching me even further.
“Oh,”I managed to squeak, feeling his warmth spill inside of me as he came. “Fuck. That feels—” I shut my eyes, letting all of the sensations crash over me. I was still overly sensitive from my orgasm earlier, but I couldn’t hold back, my body shaking as another one hit me.
“Eryne,” he moaned, clearly feeling the effects as my pussy spasmed around him. “You’re so fucking perfect. So perfectly made for me. Gods, you feel so good.” His hands cupped my ass, fingers digging into my soft skin, and I cried out again. It felt like every part of my body was a nerve ending, coming to life with his exploratory touch as he filled me with his cum.
I cupped his face with my hands, pressing soft kisses to his neck, his face, the sides of his lips until he took control, capturing my mouth with his in a lazy kiss. The stretch from this position and his knot were almost too much for my body to handle, but I couldn’t stop now.
“Fuck,” Barrett said, letting out one last groan as he slumped back against the pillow. “You were…”
“Not bad yourself, Wolf-Man.”
He wrapped his arms around me, rolling us so we were both on our sides and stroked my face, pushing my hair off my damp forehead. We’d worked up quite a sweat. I hummed, nuzzling my face into the crook of his neck, enjoying the feeling of his strong body wrapped around mine. He’d always been like my personal space heater, but I definitely preferred cuddling with him like this, skin to skin, versus when he was a wolf.
“So, how long will we be…” I looked down between us, wiggling my hips with him still buried inside of me. “You know.”
He chuckled, kissing my forehead. “Maybe thirty minutes.”
“Mmm.” I laid my head on his chest, letting my eyes drift shut as he rubbed my back in soothing circles.
I must have fallen asleep, all warm and content, because I didn’t stir again until Barrett was tugging on his knot, like he was testing our connection. He rolled me over onto my back, letting my head rest on the pillow.
A rush of cum spilled out of me as he pulled his knot out, and his eyes darkened. Barrett scooped up his release and pushed it back inside of me, like he needed to make sure not a single drop escaped.
“B,” I groaned.
“That’s so hot,” he muttered, kissing my inner thigh.
Thank the gods I was on birth control, because I was pretty sure with that amount, I’d get pregnant no matter where I was in my cycle. Before I could blink, Barrett scooped me into his arms, carrying me into my bathroom and turning on the shower, making sure it was warm before setting me down on the tile floor. He carefully washed my body and hair, taking care to make sure he’d cleaned every spot before turning to the clean himself, letting the water rush over his face and chest. I watched, mesmerized as he ran his hands through his damp auburn hair, soap dripping off his chest hair.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured, unable to keep my eyes off of him.
“I think that’s my line, sugar,” he said, his lip curling up in a smirk. He dropped a kiss to my lips before pulling me back under the shower spray, devouring my mouth.
We got out after the water ran cold, and he wrapped me up in one of my fluffy bath towels, insisting on drying me off before carrying me back to bed.
And then, curled up in his arms, our fingers interlaced, I could feel the drowsiness hitting me after he pressed his lips to my forehead. In his arms, because there was no place I’d rather be. A smile curled over my face, and I thought about what Willow had told me this morning.
