Chapter 18
CADE
Well, I’d had a little run in mind, and I’d thought when she started stripping that she was down for it. But my senses did not lie. Jess was offering me sex again. Can’t fool an alpha wolf about something like that. A human male might not be able to smell the pheromones, but I didn’t suffer from the same limitations.
I stalked over to her. The little minx gave me her sultry smile. Okay with me! She wasn’t the only one who could think of other things to do.
I stroked her hair, which wound around my eager fingers. She had petted my muzzle when I’d wolfed in front of her. I’d seen the admiration in her eyes. She liked me as a wolf. Maybe even better than she liked me as a man?
I ran my thumb over the soft plumpness of her lower lip. Her mouth parted, revealing a hint of her tongue and teeth. I envisioned that mouth on my dick again, those lips kissing me and that tongue stroking me. I remembered tightening my hands in her hair and holding her face steady as I drove my cock inside her.
It felt as though we were connecting at some primal level. When she dropped to her knees in front of me, my heart started to pound with exultation. She ran her palms up my legs, making a soft sound of pleasure as she caressed my quads. I was rigid with lust. One of her hands slipped around to knead my ass and pull me closer. The other moved up between my thighs to explore my balls.
Holy fucking shit. She had magic hands.
"You’re a beautiful man," she said, giving a quick glance up at my face. She smiled and tossed her hair back over her shoulder with a jerk of her head. Her hands grasped my cock and stroked gently over me, making me twitch and burn. She glanced up again. "No rules this time?"
I laughed harshly. “You’re doing fine so far. If I have orders for you, I’ll state them.”
Her smile was mischievous now. “Anything you say, sir.”
Yeah, she was just my type. Damn. The woman had hidden depths, and I liked them. This beautiful chick—my wife, for fuck’s sake—was kneeling naked in the grass at my feet. Even after the other night at her place, I hadn’t expected it to be this easy.
She didn’t waste another moment before bobbing her head forward and sliding her gorgeous lips around my cock. As her tongue probed at me, her mouth sucked, and she drew me deep.
She pulled back and brought her hands into the mix. She stroked me with her fingertips. She was so gentle and tender that I almost ordered her to do it harder. But then I saw the worshipful look on her face. She enjoyed this. That was a relief! I’d thought maybe, because of what she’d said about her attacker, that she might have some hesitancy. It had been hard to read her mood the first time we’d been together.
Her touch roughened. She tightened her fingers and slid her fist up and down my dick, increasing her speed as she leaned forward and teased the head with her tongue.
It felt so damn good. So hot to have her on her knees again.
Her tongue swirled around my girth and then she sucked me deep.
My entire pelvis just about melted as she moved back and forth, her mouth working me expertly while her fingers curled into the muscles of my ass. I’d been hoping to run as wolves and court her the way the alpha courts his mate. Soften her up a little when her animal instincts were closer to the surface.
But now that plan was forgotten. Now all I wanted to do was pump ferociously into her willing mouth until I found my pleasure. Because this woman, Jess, my sexy wife, gave head better than anyone I could ever remember face-fucking before.
It was something about the way she made the tip of her tongue hard and rigid as I thrust. Her mouth formed a tight spool of delicious suction, warm and liquid and smooth as hell except for that tantalizing ever-active tongue that kept stimulating my most sensitive spots. She found tiny collections of nerve endings that I’d never even known were there.
As lust ripped through me, I forced myself harder and deeper, seizing and jerking at her hair as I rode that stroking tongue toward completion. She didn’t seem to mind. She pressed her voluptuous breasts against my bare legs and tilted her head back to take me deeper. She moaned as loudly as I did. Her sounds, her scent, and the crazy wild feel of her mouth working miracles sent me plunging into some alternate universe of erotic delight.
“Fuck,” I muttered, thinking I should stop, pull out, offer her something in return, but how could I when she was not only sucking me but using her hands on my balls, pressing into that spot behind my scrotum where she could finger my prostate and just about kill me with pleasure.
Shit, I was gonna come. Too late to stop it now. But I didn’t want this to be over.
I squeezed my eyes shut and gave myself up to the final drive. She was gripping the base of my cock, tonguing the tip and pumping me somehow, all while sucking the hell out of me. She was killing me. I groaned, delighting in her lips, her tongue, her bare breasts pressed up against my thighs. She found the tender spot behind my balls again and pressed, sending waves of pleasure to all corners of my body.
She was…ah fuck…I was spinning, swimming in shards of pleasure as I arched my hips and shot into her, spasming endlessly while her fingers dug into my buttocks and her own body arched against my legs.
It went on and on. She took it all and swallowed, continuing a much milder tonguing of my dick as the clenches of my orgasm slowed and died away.
I fell to my knees in the grass beside her. My arms wrapped around her, pulling her bare body against my torso. She was still kneeling, and her face was now pressed to my chest. I tangled a hand in her hair and tipped her head back. She arched against me, her body moving as if we were intended to fit together.
Hell, maybe we were.
I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed her. Her arms slid around my shoulders as she kissed me back.
"That was amazing. I don’t even know how to tell you. You give one helluva blowjob, baby. You’re fucking sexy as hell.”
“So crude,” she teased me.