Page 23 of One Night with the Werewolf
“Take off your clothes first,” I tell her, sitting back so I can remove my own shirt. I’ve been sitting here naked from the waist down for who knows how long, and I want to feast myself.
Emelia nods obediently and gets to her feet so she can pull down her sweatpants, then take off her T-shirt. When she’s finally naked in front of me, I grab her hand and pull her closer,wanting to take a big inhale of her. The wolf is pleased with how this has all turned out, and he’s quiet as I bring her back down to the bed.
I know exactly what I’m going to do to her.
Once we’re lying on our sides, the overhead light still shining brightly down, Emelia licks her lips. She runs her hands down my body, thumbing over my nipples, along the line between my abs toward my belly button. There, she pauses, just studying me.
“You’re very pretty,” she says, running her hand lower, into my thick, black hair. “Do you know that, Roscoe?”
I shake my head. It’s not something anyone has ever said to me.
“You are.” She kisses down my chest now along the same path her hand took, and even though I had a whole plan to fuck her silly and then fit my knot into her, it’s out the window as she rapidly makes her way down between my legs. I roll over partway so I’m on my back, and she kneels between my thighs, my cock now thick and full and angling up toward her for her attention.
“I’m angry that no one has loved this well enough,” she says, wrapping one hand around the base. Just her fingers on my knot have me twitching underneath her, ready for whatever she doles out. She strokes them experimentally, watching my face as she circles it, squeezes it, strokes it. Everything feels good, though, so I have a hard time telling her what I like best.
And then she does something even better and lowers her head to lick me.
Yep. That’s it. My hips jerk involuntarily as she pulls my foreskin down and then licks again, teasing her tongue across my slit.
“You taste good,” she says, licking me again. “Really good.”
No one’s ever said that before, either.
Before I can answer, though, she opens her lips wide and swiftly buries me inside her mouth. Pure pleasure radiates outward, into my balls, up my spine, all the way to my fingertips. I want to be careful, though, so I just pet her hair, as much as I’m tempted to grab her head and fuck her mouth.
Not that I need to do all that. She does a perfectly good job of setting her own pace, going slow, swirling her tongue around, all while she continues stroking and petting my knot. This woman is going to ruin me, I just know it. It won’t be long before she holds my heart fully in her two hands, capable of destroying it with the pinch of her fingers.
Then she speeds up. That’s going to be the end of me. Still stroking, she brings me deep into her throat, her tongue constantly teasing and dancing along me. She suctions as she brings me out from between her lips, and I let out a curse because I’m already so close to blowing.
I thought I was better than that. But it’s been a rough few months, fucking my hand while thinking of Emelia. Having her here, her mouth sunk down on my dick, pulls on every last thread of my self-control. And if I come now, then who knows when I’ll firm up enough to go again, and we don’t have much time.
“Emelia!” I hiss, to get her attention, as focused as she is on pleasuring me. “I want you on my face. Now.”
She blinks, then grins with my dick still in her mouth. She withdraws it and sits up, lifting herself onto her knees and navigating her way toward me until she’s hovering over my face, and I think she’s shaking a little.
“Have you ever done this before?” I ask, horrified already at the answer I might get.
“No.” She says it meekly.
I grab her by the hips and yank her upward, so her legs are spread around my head and her pink pussy is right over mymouth. She squeaks as I bring her down toward me and lift my head to bury my tongue inside her.
“Oooh.” Emelia bucks forward when I suck on her clit. “This is… magical. Your stubble feels…” She rocks on top of me. “That’s so good!”
I love that I can do something new with her, when to me, it all felt like it’s been done before. But licking her, tasting her, sucking up each of her moans and turning them slowly into cries—that is all beautiful and fresh.
I lick her faster, harder, circling her clit and then jamming my tongue inside her, twisting it to open her, my cock throbbing and leaking just thinking about how I’m going to stretch her out for me.
It will be even trickier to fit when I’m not in my human form, but we’ll deal with that later.
Emelia uses me to gratify herself, rocking forward into my face, lifting and then sinking down on my tongue. I let her, squeezing her soft butt with every motion, driving her closer and closer.
Now. It’s time. When she goes off, I want her to do it around my cock. I want my knot to be spreading her open, squeezing inside her, bringing her even more pleasure.
I grab her by the hips, stilling her.
“Emelia,” I growl, no longer able to keep my voice in check. “Get on my cock. Now.”
She hastily obeys, sliding off me, and I find her face flushed bright red. I grab her hips to help her, and soon she’s up on her knees straddling my waist, that perfectly pink, swollen pussy almost where I need it.
