It was a long time since Elaine and I practiced on the sheathed banana, but I think I did okay last night, and I was pretty sure I could do it even better today.

Cupping the firm cheeks of his behind, I leaned forward and stretching my lips over his thick hardness, took him into my mouth. Deeper and deeper until he filled my whole mouth and started hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed to keep my gag reflex down, and he groaned with pleasure. There, I just learned something new. The swallowing action was exciting to him.

“Fuck, Lara. Your mouth was made for my cock,” he growled.

I tightened my lips around the thick, satin smooth shaft, and he groaned and jerked with pleasure. I could feel his soft curls tickling my face as he started to move his hips as if he was having sex with my mouth. I matched him, by bobbing my head up and down his length faster and faster.

“Lara, wait,” he cried, grabbing the sides of my head and firmly holding it still. His thighs and butt were clenched tight.

“What?” I asked around his cock.

“I can’t hold on if you go at that speed.”

Immediately, I started moving my head up and down his shaft while sucking him harder. I wanted him to lose control. It was an exhilarating sensation to think I could drive a man like Kit to such madness.

His cock began to throb and swell, stretching my lips even more. With a primitive roar he suddenly thrust hard into my mouth. I felt hard fast spurts of his warm cum coating my tongue and sliding down my throat. I swallowed every drop of it.

I knew he was watching me and I wanted him to see that I loved his seed. I licked his cock clean, then I gave the tip one last kiss before I sat back down on my calves. He fell backwards and pulled me down with him. I felt the hairs on his chest on my cheeks, and heard the steady thud of his heart.

For a while he was content to simply lie there and hold me. Then I heard the sound of him sheathing himself. Reaching down between us, he grasped my thighs and spread them apart. His hips bucked as the head of his cock pushed at the lips of my sex.

“Fuck you’re so wet,” he said.

“This time,” I whispered. “Don’t hold back.”

“But that poor pussy must still be tender,” he said.

“I like it when you let go completely. Like before. I want you to lose it,” I said.

“I’ll hurt you. You’re so little.”

“You won’t hurt me. I’m a woman. I’m built to have babies.”

“Then I’ll take what I need,” he growled into my mouth and, rolling me over with his big body, plunged into me. I gasped with the shock of his size.

“Do you want me to slow down?” he asked.

I shook my head. “No, I love being so full of you.” I had forgotten how his thickness filled every inch of me. His thrusts were fluid and the pleasure grew in my belly, until it was almost more than I could take.

He started moving faster, pounding deeper with each hard thrust. The harder he slammed into me, the tighter my sex clenched at his shaft. I felt myself start to go over the edge, and my mouth called his name as I climaxed hard and fierce.

“I’m like an animal in heat with you. I want to watch you cum again,” he ordered as he rutted with raw need on top of me.

I didn’t think I could climax again, but I did. My entire body writhed with ecstasy as a second orgasm rolled over me. After he climaxed we drifted off a bit, halfway between here and dreamland, until he lifted his lips and kissed my chin.

“This feels so damn good. I could stay with my cock parked in your sweet pussy forever.”

The grin on my face grew wider. “Free parking. That’s considered a good perk for city folk, isn’t it?”

“I’d pay everything I own for this parking space.”

“You can pay me with food.”

“Deal. What do you want? The choice is limited though.”

“Can we have pancakes?” I asked with a grin.

“I might have some pancake mix left, but it’s almost certainly out of date.”

“I’ll risk it, if you will.”

“You do know that there might only be two flushes left in that toilet until the snow thaws off a bit.”

I laughed, but I wouldn’t give up on the pancakes.

I wrapped up in his toweling robe and we went into the kitchen and made breakfast together. Well, I made the batter and Kit cooked the pancakes. We brought the food into the living room and ate in front of the fire. He sucked the melted butter and maple syrup off my fingers.

Afterwards, I could barely wait to get dressed and go outside to meet with the wolves again. I hoped Lobo would seek me out once more and show me more affection. I loved the idea that he chose me to be his human!

The air was crisp and frosty, and I stood very still while the wolves milled around Kit. Then, to my delight, a cold nose touched the back of my hand. I caught my breath. Yes, yes, Lobo had come to greet me. He was a big boy. His back came almost to my hips. Very slowly, I reached to the side of him and stroked his pelt. It was thick and dusted with snow.

“Hello, Lobo,” I said, crouching down.

Very gently I petted him, and he licked my face. His breath was hot and his tongue rough, and I laughed with the simple joy of having a wild animal lick me. I appreciated that he was feral, but even untamed things have hearts and emotions and know how to love and care. The trust he was showing was sincere. There was no ulterior motive behind it.

Why he picked me, I would never know, perhaps because he accepted me as Kit’s mate. I was grateful that he did, and already I loved him. I knew I would treasure him more and more with each passing day.

After a few minutes it seemed he’d had enough of me, and after a final lick, he moved away.

Kit came towards me. “Happy?”

I nodded.

He took my hand and hauled me up so our bodies were touching. “They are your family, aren’t they?” I asked.

“Yes.”

I understood that simple answer perfectly. There was such a strong bond of uncomplicated love and deep trust that I had never felt the same level while dealing with other humans with their hidden thought processes.

“Is everything covered in snow?” I asked.

“Completely.”

“Will you tell me what you see?”

“The whole place is under at least two feet of snow. The wolves are playing on the freshly fallen snow, and leaving their funny little trails. Oh, and there’s an eagle in the sky now.”

“An eagle,” I cried eagerly.

“Yeah, I think he has a nest in a tree very near here, because he seems to hang around a lot. Sometimes he perches right up at the top of the tallest pine on your left. He is so big and solid he looks like his weight could bend the branches over, but in fact, he sits so lightly up there he doesn’t even shake the snow off. He always looks as if he’s poised to dive down on the next big air current.

“Sometimes he will spread his wings very slowly. If you were a fool you’d think he was lazy, but if you had a spoonful of wits about you, you’d know, he’s a cunning old buzzard, and you’d be right too. I’ve seen him bend his wings all the way back, then before I could blink he’d plunged towards the ground, so damn fast it was like someone shot him out of that tree.

“There was a sudden panic and chaos on the ground, then I was watching the strength in his back as he swooped away with some small creature so terrified and shocked it was frozen.”

“What’s he doing now?”

“He’s sitting perfectly still and looking right back at us.”

The rest of the day was a dream. We went back inside and made love by the fire. Then I waited inside while Kit shoveled snow and freed the pickup.

That evening I cooked rabbit stew. It was great food for a cold night. We just talked for hours. Kit wanted to know everything about me. I learned that there are some parts of Kit that made him clam up. Then the atmosphere would change, become tense and sometimes even sad.

I told myself I would heal him. One day I would heal him.