by Amanda Jones
“Let’s try this. Stay right there.” He took a few steps towards her when the camera flashed. “Crud.” He flipped back around and played with the timer. “Take two.” This time he ran to her and threw his arm around her shoulders. They waited and smiled and waited and smiled some more. “Maybe I didn’t push the button,” he said as he walked towards the camera. He was halfway there when … click. “Damn it!”
Mia couldn’t contain her laughter. She flexed her arms and lowered her voice. “Trust me, I’ve been doing this a long time.”
“I swear it’s the truth. I’m just not good with the timer.” He ran back to her. “I think I’ve got it. Face me.”
She was happy to oblige. He placed both of his hands on her waist and pulled her closer. “Are we supposed to smile or just look at each oth—”
He interrupted her with a kiss. Click.
“Oops,” she said. “We missed it again.”
“I don’t care,” he whispered as he held her tight and pressed his lips against hers.
He softly caressed her face while gently kissing her mouth. As his lips continued their exploration, his hand slowly made its way down the side of her body stopping at the hem of the pajama top. His fingers tucked under the fabric, grazing the soft skin and sending a quiver through her body. She rose up on her tippy toes in response, giving his strong hand more access to her thigh, which he eagerly grabbed and stroked with his fingers. He brought his head towards her and used his free hand to wrap around her curls, pulling her head back to expose her neck to his hungry mouth. His nibbles grew harder and wetter as he flicked her flesh with his tongue. His touch varied between soft and sensual to rough and hungry as he tried to temper his excitement when he could. Her body tingled with anticipation, waiting for his next move and the pleasure it would bring.
Peter continued to kiss her, slowly moving their bodies forward until they bumped into the leather couch. He sat Mia down and swiveled her legs before joining her. With one fluid motion, he brought his torso to her side and one of his muscular legs pressed between hers. His curious fingers couldn’t help but explore the curve of her exposed hip, quickly wrapping themselves around the outer fabric of the panties he’d designed for such curves. He moved his hand further between the fabric and her skin, squeezing her buttocks rhythmically to match their breathing. His fingers gripped her flesh at the supple bend where the thigh and ass meet. As they continued pressing themselves into her curves, his fingertips began to feel the heat increasing just inches away. He adjusted his hand and began exploring the warmth by gently rubbing over the panties now moist with excitement. Mia moved her hips back and forth under his touch, releasing moans of delight.
“I’m so glad I found you,” he whispered in her ear.
She placed her hand over his and thrust her hips even harder. “I’m glad you found me too,” she said breathlessly. Mia tried to reach for the bulge growing through his pants and now pressing against her. He gently brushed her hand away.
“I just want to feel you now.”
She closed her eyes as he pulled the crotch of the panties to the side and began stroking the surface of her sex. Peter turned her face towards him and kissed her hard while his hand returned to the waiting wetness. He was generous with Mia’s clit, stroking and making circles until it was full and throbbing. His thumb took over as he eased one finger into her opening, causing her to arch her back in ecstasy and dig her nails into the couch as she writhed against his hand. She grabbed at the pajama top and sent buttons flying, exposing her erect nipples. He greedily took one into his mouth, sucking lightly and swirling his tongue around the bud. He slowly added a second finger while biting gently on her nipple. Her brain didn’t know what area to focus on first as warm pleasure surged throughout her body. He increased the speed and depth of his fingers inside her.
“Yesss. Fuckkk!” Her whole body shook as he brought her to climax.
He smiled as he watched her continue to quiver with even the slightest move of his hand. She reflexively squeezed her knees together as he tried to pull away, trapping his arm and causing him to want to start again from the top.
“Sorry.” She was still trying to catch her breath. “I can’t control my body at the moment.”
“Leave the control to me,” he said as he kissed her again and gently took her tongue in his mouth. He couldn’t stop his desire to taste her. He wanted to explore every inch of her and he was just getting started.
She pulled her mouth away and reached for his bulge again. “You’re turn.”
“Upstairs, though. I want to show you something.”
They took a private set of stairs up one flight to the top floor. Peter had her walk ahead of him so he could enjoy the movement of her curves as they made their way up each step. His mouth watered as her hips swayed and called him to keep reaching out to feel her soft skin. She nearly tripped while turning to swat his hand away and wound up draped over his shoulder. He easily carried her the rest of the way, playfully spanking her and squeezing her flesh while she dangled helplessly. Mia loved every minute of it. She’d never been carried away like a conquest with her intimate bits exposed for the taking.
When they reached the penthouse, Peter didn’t put her down and continued exploring with this hand while he walked through the expansive great room and onto the attached garden area.
“Do I get a tour?” she asked while trying to push up with her hands.
“This is the only part you need to see.” He put her down and turned her by the shoulders to face the plants and trees decorating the garden.
“It’s beautiful! Are we still in your building? It feels like Central Park.”
“That’s the idea. You can see the park down below.” He motioned for her to come over to the wall and railing. Mia’s height placed the safety wall right under her chest. She crossed her arms and rest her chin on her hands to scan the view below.
“Want me to lift you again?” He stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
“No,” she said with a laugh. “I think I’ll keep my feet on the ground up here.”
“That works too.” He started kissing her neck and dragging his hands up the front of her thighs. “I can’t keep my hands off you.” He kneeled behind her and nibbled on the back of her thighs. Mia turned to face him, but he gently stopped her from swiveling. “Keep your hands on the railing,” he ordered.
He slid his hands up her thighs and grabbed the panties, exposing her wetness to the cool air as he pulled the fabric down. His breath was warm on her skin as he moved in closer to kiss one cheek and then the other. Mia’s muscles tightened in anticipation as he teased her with more kisses and exhales of hot air. A quick flick of his tongue sent her wiggling and squirming as she arched her back and tilted her hips back in search of more. He sucked the innermost curve of her thigh, purposefully avoiding the sensitive pink begging to feel his hot tongue. Her body shook as he ran his fingers down her thighs and surprised her with a quick spank on the backside. She moaned and gripped the wall, hoping for more. He happily repeated, but not because he noticed her excited anticipation. He continued because he was mesmerized by the movement of her flesh with each spanking.
When he couldn’t wait any longer, he quickly moved in with his face and spread her pussy lips apart with his tongue. Her moaning increased as she leaned back against his face. He probed deeper to find the source of the sweetness, slipping his soft and silky tongue against her flesh. He caught himself growling as he lapped at her clit, unable to quell his desire or even stop to take regular breaths. Her folds hugged his tongue, quivering with every lick. She thrust back and forth, meeting his face each time with a wet smack. His grip grew stronger as his fingers dug firmly into her full rear. She looked back to watch him bury his face in her flesh with enthusiasm. His breathing was animalistic as he brought her to climax again. Mia released her own growl from the depths of her belly as her toes curled and tried to support the legs quivering above. She slowly flipped aro
und, leaning against the safety wall as she bent down to stroke his hair and kiss him.
Watching her lick her lips as she tasted her own sweetness, triggered a wildness he hadn’t felt before and felt little power to control. He pulled her towards him and ripped off the pajama top. His roughness caught her off guard, but she willingly let him position her on all fours. She looked back when the elastic of his pants snapped as he yanked them down, releasing the thick cock now poised and ready to enter her. Her eyes widened at the sight and she braced for what was coming. He grabbed her ass with both hands and squeezed, drawing them closer together until her lips were open on his flesh. She wanted nothing more than to slide onto his cock and feel it filling up every inch of space inside her, but he was too big and his help was required. His hands controlled her every move as they dug into the round flesh before him and rocked her hips back and forth until the full length of his cock was surrounded by her warmth.
Mia gasped in response and collapsed on her elbows giving him a perfect view of his cock moving in and out of her wetness. It was long and strong, providing perfect pressure and friction against her clit. Loud groans bubbled out of her as he pounded away with complete abandon. She tried to relax and exhale, but every muscle was on high alert from the sheer pleasure of his flesh smacking against her. She lost all control as he continued thrusting harder and faster. Her moans and screams filled the night air as she clenched against him and coated his cock with her cream. Peter start to quiver as he made several final deep thrusts. His cock throbbed with power she’d never felt before as he released his cum as deep as her canal allowed. He collapsed on top of her, briefly flattening her against the floor. He disengaged and rolled to the side, stroking her body gently with his free hand.
“That was amazing. I knew it would be,” he said, pulling her onto his chest.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to walk for a few weeks,” she said as she tried to catch her breath.
“Sorry,” he laughed. “I sort of lost control. Did I hurt you?”
“I’m not complaining.” She dug her face into his chest and wrapped her arm across him.
They snuggled together and lightly brushed their palms together. She clasped her fingers through his and tilted her head to examine the garden.
“This place really is unbelievable. It reminds me of my favorite spot in the park.”
He hesitated. He didn’t want to ruin the moment, but knew he would never find a perfect time. “The thicket?”
She rose up on her elbows. “Yes. How do you know about the thicket?”
“I’ve been there a few times myself.”
“Really? Imagine if we’d run into each other there too. It would be kismet.”
He stroked her face. “Kismet,” he said softly. “Are you thirsty?”
“Ice water would be good.”
“One ice water coming up.”
He slowly worked his way to a standing position. His lack of speed was partially due to the energy he just expended, but mostly due to fear and dread. He hated having to be the bearer of bad news, not that being a shifter was bad news. It was just out of the realm of understanding for most people. Hopefully she wouldn’t hate the messenger. He waited a few moments in the living room before shifting. She was still lying on her back with her eyes closed when walked back out and lightly nuzzled her hand. She smiled and stretched her arms overhead. As she brought them back down, one hand grazed his fur. Her eyes shot open and she released a startled scream when she saw him.
“It’s you!” She smiled and reached forward to pet him. “I didn’t mean to scream. You just scared me.” She looked behind him expecting to see Peter running out. “Peter,” she called out softly. “Peter.” “Peter!” The wolf licked her hand and turned to enter the penthouse through the sliding glass door. She got up to follow and nearly smacked into Peter as he was exiting.
“Where have you been? The wolf was here!” She tried to move past him, but he blocked her path and placed both hands on her shoulders. “I know it sounds crazy. It really was a wolf,” she continued. “He went inside. You didn’t see him?”
He looked into her eyes and smiled. “I saw him. I brought him here for you.”
“What? How did you know about him? That’s Max … I should have explained but—”
“It’s okay. Take a deep breath.” He leaned in and kissed her forehead. “You can visit him whenever you like.”
“I can? You own the wolf?”
“I guess you could say that.” He held her face with his hands and whispered. “I am the wolf.”
“Excuse me? What do you mean?”
“I’m a shifter, Mia. I think you need to have a seat so I can explain.”
She was dazed and quiet as he led her back to the couch. She wrapped herself with a blanket, suddenly feeling the need to be covered in front of him. He sat with her for over an hour detailing his family history and how he’d worked his way to riches. He described the feeling he had when he saw her for the first time and how her voice and scent had led the way.
“I have no idea if I went about this the wrong way. I didn’t want to lose you. I don’t want to lose you. I’m just asking for a chance.” He grabbed her hands and held them against his chest. “Just a chance.”
The dazed look hadn’t left her face. “I just need time to think about everything.” She got up to leave. “This is a lot to take in.”
“Of course. Take all the time you need. Let’s grab your clothes and Charles can drive you home.”
Mia nodded and silently followed him back to the office. She stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror as she got dressed. What the fuck just happened? It started out so good. Shifter? Really, a shifter? This can’t be happening. Charles had the car running when she got downstairs. She entered the backseat quickly and silently, leaving Peter standing on the curb with only a wave goodbye. As the car made its way to her building, Mia and Charles shared glances in the rearview mirror.
“Are you one of them?” she asked.
“I am.” He sat quietly for a few moments before adding, “It’s not a bad life. Different? Yes. Bad? Not at all.”
“Why me?”
“Why not you? He fell for you the moment he saw you. The heart wants what it wants.”
She leaned her head back on the seat and let the thoughts swirl around in her head. She liked the wolf. She really liked Peter. She really, really liked how he’d made her feel. Her body temperature rose from the mere thought of his kiss. Mia felt safe with him before he told her. Had anything really changed?
“We’re here,” Charles said as he parked in front of her building. He got out and opened the door for her. “He really is a good guy,” he added. “I promise you.”
She nodded silently. Is he really a guy? He felt real. He is, but … this is too much. She made her way to her apartment and collapsed on the bed. Tears escaped and ran down her face. Unsure what part of the evening had triggered them; she let them fall and soon drifted to sleep from mental and physical exhaustion.
Chapter Five
“Has she contacted you yet?” Charles poked his head into Peter’s office and found him staring out the window.
“No.”
“Want to drive by the school?”
He shook his head. “I have an idea. I’m going to call her. Can you have the limo ready tomorrow night?”
“You got it. Good luck.”
Peter shook out his fingers and cracked his neck as he worked up his courage. He dialed her cell phone and it rang several times before going into voicemail. He tried her apartment phone next and was about to hang up after the fourth ring when her voice suddenly echoed through the ear piece.
“Hello?”
“Mia? It’s Peter.”
“Was that you calling my cell phone? I was helping my neighbor carry in her groceries.”
“It was. Sorry to bother you, but I haven’t heard from you and…”
“I was going to call you later. It’s just been a
busy week.”
“Well, I was wondering if you’d like to go out tomorrow night? I have a surprise for you.”
“Okay.”
“Yes? Oh good!”
“Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“Dinner?”
“I think we have different ideas of what ‘surprise’ means,” he said with a laugh.
“Sorry. Can you at least tell me what I should wear?”
“You can’t go wrong with a dress. I’ll see you tomorrow at seven.”
“See you soon.”
Peter was shocked it was that easy and kicked himself for waiting so long. He quickly went about putting his plan into action.