The light peeking through the window woke me, disoriented for a moment, I realized I was holding Carly. Her red hair fanned out across my chest, he naked body pressed against me felt amazing. Running my fingers through her soft locks I shook my head. Why had I waited so long? She was beautiful. My wolf danced in agreement. She was perfect, and finally ours.
She stirred in my arms, “Morning.”
Kissing her, I smiled into her lips, “Morning. Guess we should get up… we should probably talk about what happened.”
She sat up, pulling the sheet around her, “let me guess, morning comes, and you realized you made a mistake.”
She started to scoot off the bed, but I grabbed her arm, pulling her into my lap. The feel of her soft skin against mine made me hard.
“Does it feel like I regret last night? Carly, I just meant we need to talk about the future – and what to do about us.”
She shifted, realization on her face, “You mean you want me?”
“Want you? No Carly – I love you. And that means you’re mine. So, no more games, ok?”
It took all the self-control I had not to shove my hardened cock into her soft center, but I needed her to realize I wanted more. I wanted forever.
She shifted, positioning herself above my dick, “what if I like games?” she slowly lowered herself onto me.
“Damn woman, you’re insatiable,” gripping her legs, I flipped her onto her back, “but I’m in control this morning.”
I pulled out and slammed back into her with force. She screamed out, her pleasure building as I rocked in and out of her tight pussy.
“You’re mine, Carly.”
“Yes,” she cried out, writhing beneath me.
The intense pressure built, I could feel her climax building as her slit walls tightened around my cock. I couldn’t fight the pull, she was drawing me into her. She screamed a guttural cry as I emptied into her. Panting, I collapsed next to her.
“I think we are making up for lost time.”
“We are nowhere near even yet,” she laughed.
She shifted, sliding out of the bed, “I need a shower… want to break it in with me?”
She threw me a devilish grin as she sashayed towards the bathroom. I smiled watching her backside disappeared through the door. Shaking my head, I scurried out of the bed. I was such a fool for fighting her – already I felt relieved. My wolf no longer going mad – instead, he pranced with glee from finally giving into our destined mate.
Stepping into the bathroom, I watched her standing under the falling water. She was beautiful, and she was mine.
“Quit staring, it’s creepy.”
Stepping into the shower, I grabbed the body wash. I wanted to worship her, show her how sorry I was for being stubborn. Slowly I ran the soapy poof along her back, washing away the all the hurt I’d caused. She turned to face me, pressing her lips to mine as she stood on her tippy toes.
“Paul – this is a dream come true. I fantasized about this moment for the last three years.”
“You fantasized about me?” I arched a brow at her.
“Don’t be stupid, you had to know how much I wanted you. I practically threw myself at you every chance I got.”
Pressing her against the shower wall, “Show me your fantasy, Carly.”
She reached down, fisting my cock in her hand, “You sure you can handle another go?”
Moaning into her lips, “Fuck.”
“Oh, we’ll get to that – but let me show you what I dreamed about in this shower Paul.”
She pushed away from me, moving to stand behind me. I watched as she stepped out of the shower, rustling in the drawer briefly, she stepped back closing the shower door.
“Are you sure you can handle this?” Her smirk was hot as fuck.
“What are you doing you little minx?”
She backed up, sitting on the shower seat in the corner, her hand still behind her back.
“I dreamed of you in this shower Paul. Wanting you to fuck me, under the water,” from behind her back she pulled out a vibrator.
Sucking in a breath, I stared. This girl was un-fucking-believable. My cock twitched as she spread her legs before me. I fisted my dick, stroking it as she clicked her toy on.
“Wanting your dick to be inside me, I closed my eyes and pretended you were here,” she slipped the blue plastic passed her soft pink lips, dripping wet from need, “As I drove it in and out, I moaned your name, Paul.”
She moaned, the toy vibrating against her clit, “Paul – Oh, YES!”
I couldn’t stand it, watching her fuck herself with the imitation version of me. Dropping to my knees under the water, I leaned forward, pressing my tongue to her soft bud. Sucking her clit as she drove the vibrator deeper into her pussy.
Pulling my cock as I licked her tiny bud, desperately wanting to be buried deep inside her. Her body convulsed as the orgasm washed over her, my dick hardening even more in my hand. Tossing the vibrator to the showers floor, she met my eyes with hers.
“Now you know – I fucked you in my shower for the last three years Paul. It has always been you.”
In that moment, I knew she was mine. I moved, positioning myself between her legs and speared my cock deep into her. She screamed out, her sensitive nub still tingling from her orgasm. I wanted to make this last, but her voyeurism had driven me to the brink of losing it before I pushed into her. My thrusts were fast, her moans were loud, vibrating off the shower walls. With one final thrust into her softcore, I spilled everything I had into her. She tensed and climaxed with me, her insides squeezing the love from me.
Panting she wrapped her arms around me, “I’m starving.”
Laughing I scooped her up, “Me too, let's get dressed and go grab some food.”
Nuzzling into my neck, she kissed me, “I love you, Paul.”