Page 68 of Wolves & Watercolors
“Good idea.” My thoughts are jumbled, but going around to the front door seems like a good solution.
She releases me and instead grabs my hand, pulling back the way we came. I can’t help but smile at her eagerness, though she’s heading off the path unknowingly.
“Slow down there. Here, let’s go this way.” With gentle pressure, I guide her around wide enough that we won’t be noticed. We move quickly, my heart leaping as she trusts me to steer her.
Coming around the front of the cabin, I push the door open and she brushes past me. As soon as the door shuts, she spins and loops her arms around me. I hoist her up, squeezing her ass as she wraps her legs around my waist.
Somehow we make it down the hallway to my bedroom as she licks and sucks the skin at my neck. The distraction makes it a challenge to not run into the wall, but I’d rather die than have her stop.
We tumble onto the bed, and I twist so I land under her and she’s sitting in my lap. She doesn’t stop, clinging to me and peppering my skin with kisses. Her hips grind against me, rotating in a fluid movement that coils tension in every particleof my muscles. There’s no way she can’t feel my hard cock under the two thin layers of fabric separating us.
This beautiful girl digs her nails into my shoulder blades, her breasts pressing into my chest and the heat of her scorching my skin. It’s overwhelming. If I don’t take control in this situation, I’ll embarrass myself.
Pushing her gently, I guide her down onto her back. She looks up at me, adoration in her eyes. I’m unworthy, but the fierce affection I feel for her keeps me from pulling back.
“I want to make you mine, but you’re going home in a few days,” I admit, my voice rough with emotion.
She holds up a finger to my lips, her eyes bright. “I don’t want to think about that. It sucks and I don’t want to waste the time I have here being sad. Let’s have fun together and make the most of it, okay?”
It’s too tempting. Something in the back of my head rings warning bells, and for most of my life, that would have been enough to stop me. But not with her. She’s made it clear how much she wants me, and even if it’s temporary, I want her too. It’s an all-consuming, driving force that I’m done resisting.
“Can I?” I ask, trailing my hand across her waistband and tucking my fingers under. She squirms, nodding emphatically with a breathless moan. As if she senses my inexperience, she settles with her knees open, giving me full access.
Her back arches when I slide my hand under her soft shorts. A string of garbled words pours out of her mouth when my fingers slip lower, exploring.
“Yes, there,” she gasps. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and I dip my head to claim her mouth, quieting her next moan.
She’s untethered, face flushed and breathing uneven. It’s my new favorite look of hers. When I slide a finger inside of her, her eyes flutter closed and her hips roll. Her whispered words finally come together. “So good, don’t stop.”
Unable to help my grin, I add a second finger and admire the way she shudders. Curling them, I experiment until I find an angle that causes her writhe.
Bringing her to this point gives me so much pleasure, I would think she had her hands on me, but she grasps the sheets and pants into my pillow.
Leaning forward, I trail kisses down her neck, adding tender bites that earn me soft whimpers. Her hips buck again when I drag my fingers up and circle her clit. The wetness on my fingers glides over her most sensitive part. The way her mouth parts as she grinds against my hand is enough to leave me starving for more.
Her bright brown eyes pop open. “Can I touch you?” she manages, chest still heaving.
I nod, watching her as she fumbles and reaches for my hips. She eases my sweats down my hips and frees my cock. The way she licks her lips almost has me coming right then before she’s touched me.
Her hips roll and I focus on resuming my ministrations. She wraps her hand around my cock and strokes up and down. My head falls forward until my forehead rests against her collarbone.
She tenses, and I look up to study her face. Her back arches, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps as she curses into the pillow. After a moment she relaxes. Her eyes open and she grabs my wrist with one hand. “Stop, fuck, I’m going to die if you keep touching me, that was too good.”
Her hand resumes working my cock as I brace my forearms on either side of her head. “Come for me, all over my stomach,” she whispers, grinning at my reaction to her filthy words.
She knows exactly what she’s doing, and I can’t help but thrust into her hand. A moment later, I’m spilling over herbare skin, blinded with the pleasure of her touch. Her grin is triumphant when I still. “Good boy.”
I’m too blissed out to react to her teasing. Plus, I kind of like it.
Feeling disoriented and a little high, I find a towel and wipe it across her hips. She sits up, her smile still wide.
“Come here and hold me,” she says, reaching for me. I’m happy to oblige.
There isn’t much room in my narrow bed, but she snuggles up to my chest and folds her arms against her perfect breasts. I can’t help trailing my fingers over one, and she shivers.
The way she presses into me worries me. I grab the blanket draped across the foot of my bed and cover us.
“That’s nice,” she murmurs, eyes closed.
