by Anna Santos
As I laid Annabel in my king-size bed, her hair fell down like a wave of darkness across the striped blue and white comforter. Her body molded perfectly against the bedding, still wrapped in the sexy black silken corset. She was so beautiful that I stopped breathing momentarily, placing a vision of her in my memory. Her cheeks were soft red, her lips were a bit swollen because of my kisses, her breasts were almost fully showing, with little red marks from my sucking lips. She was beyond beautiful. She was the reason I’d lived for so long. Annabel could never understand it, but all the pain and loneliness I’d endured the last two centuries were gladly accepted if it meant finding her in this timeline, in this form, existing. She was human, but she could be half alien for all I cared—she was perfect. She was mine, she… was mine. I thought I would never say that in my life. I had finally found my soul-mate.
“What’s wrong?” Annabel asked, caressing my thigh with her foot and most likely finding my fixated gaze and smile peculiar.
“Nothing,” I replied, taking her foot in my hand and kissing it. Her legs, covered with those black silky stockings, looked extremely sexy; I could just kneel down and spend the rest of the hour kissing them until I reached her G-string and pulled it off with my teeth.
“I’m getting cold,” she complained in a husky voice that made me harder. If that was even possible. I wanted her so bad that it was crazy how I was just sitting there, staring at her. I was being a bit of a masochist for delaying and remaining so patient. She was not so patient, because she sat on the bed, making her hair fall in disarray over her heart-shaped face. Then she kneeled and took my shirt off, trailing her mouth on my chest and abdominal muscles. Her lips were soft and teasing. Her teeth on my nipples made me gasp and pull her away, moaning in protest. She chuckled, pulling me against her, her breasts pinned against my chest, her mouth near my mouth, my hands holding her wrists. “I want you,” she whispered, eyes narrow with desire.
“Do you?” I asked, teasing her, putting her arms behind her back and feeling her mouth fall over mine. She didn’t do anything to try to get free. On the contrary, she lay very still and opened her lips to let my tongue in. We devoured each other in another steamy, deep kiss.
My wolf’s evil side wanted to dominate her. It wanted to make her beg for my touch. And even if my good side wanted to do everything to please her, I knew I had to take control, make her want me more than once, make her dream about me for days and days and years and eternities, if I had to. And, amazingly enough, all my parts had agreed not to mark her until she wanted it. A mark could be protection, a bond, but also could mean her death. Other supernatural creatures would know she belonged to a wolf, and they could want to play with her and even kill her just for fun, just because they could. I couldn't bear the thought of losing her.
She freed her hands at some point during our kiss, and I didn't even notice. I was holding her waist firmly, almost bruising her skin. I kept her against my aching erection. Being against her hot and soft intimacy made me ease a little bit; it was satisfying. My pants and her underwear were between us. Her hand had already unzipped my pants and was slipping them open. When her hand touched my boxers, finding my hard cock, I bit her lip, making her gasp.
She whimpered with lust when I grabbed and molded her butt with both hands—it was perfectly shaped. I enjoyed feeling it in my hands. I felt how hot she was in her G-string when I lowered my hands to the back of her thighs and spread her legs to make them wrap around my waist. Her hips were balanced against my hand when two of my fingers entered her, gently rubbing inside her molten core. I tried to explore it the softest way I could while noticing how she began to gasp for air. Her own hand was still on my hard shaft, caressing it gently and almost making me come.
Her lips were on my lips, more biting than actually kissing; we were too busy gasping from our mutual masturbation. But when her hands dropped alongside her waist and she began to moan repetitively, I knew she was almost coming. She had her hard nipples against my chest, swaying faster under my hand, but I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction that easily. Oh, no! She would have to wait a bit longer. I wanted her to come with me inside her.
“Do you want me inside you?” I asked in her ear, slowing even more, almost stopping so she could open her eyes and face me. She was pleasantly flustered by desire, her eyes big and confused when she opened them. She blinked several times, adjusting to the light. “Tell me, Annabel, do you want me inside you?” I teased her, slipping my fingers out and listening to her moan of complaint.
“Yes,” she begged, moving her hand over my sex and making it pulsate even more. It was obvious it liked her hand as her teasing fingers caressed and wrapped around to rub it.
“How do you want me?” I asked, and she blushed even more, to my surprise. I liked her blushing. But I wasn’t expecting what she said next. It left me flustered with increased lust and wandering thoughts. My heart started to beat faster and lust clouded my vision.
“I want you in my mouth,” she teased, lowering her mouth, trailing kisses along the way, and stopping just under my belly button. She licked the tip, making me growl with pleasure. She was about to go lower when I pulled her up.
“Where else do you want me?” I asked near her mouth, engulfing her lower lip and playing with the strings of her reduced panties. “You are so wet,” I said, almost losing my patience. Her wicked smirk made me also grin.
“Take the rest of my clothes off. I don’t want anything but you against me,” she demanded, gasping as she put her arms up so I could take her corset. I obeyed, because I wanted the same. I loosened the straps on the corset and pulled it up. Then I gently laid her on the bed, taking her stockings off one by one while kissing her exposed skin. She was enjoying that; it was tickling her. And soon she had on just the G-string.
My hands were trembling so badly it was absurd. I was trying to get rid of my pants, but I couldn’t stop staring at her sexy, almost naked body. It was delicious, and I nearly fell to the floor as I jumped on only one leg to take off my pants. She found it amusing. I have to admit, it was a bit comical. But I shouldn't have been so nervous about making love to her. It was just that the expectation of it and the pressure of making it perfect were getting to me.
When I was in my boxers, she rose up and pulled me to her, making me fall on the bed. We wrapped around each other, kissing as if the world would end. As if breathing depended on it. I made an effort to make a new round of foreplay, kissing her all over from head to toe. Finding just the exact spots she liked to be kissed and touched, where she was ticklish and where she would just sigh with lust and giggle with pleasure. She would most definitely have love bites tomorrow. I hoped she would. I wanted her to look at them and blush every time she remembered what we had done.
“Please, please,” she whispered, begging me to stop when it would tickle or sighing to continue when she was enjoying it.
“Please what?” I asked, a wicked smile on my lips. She was getting tired and maybe even sleepy. It was a long foreplay. “Tell me, Annabel, please what?”
“Please do it again,” she said, making me chuckle. She was funny. I had to give her credit. I was tormenting her with tickles and she knew I would do it again if she asked me to stop.
“Maybe I’ll just stop completely,” I menaced, staring at her face.
“Don’t you dare,” she menaced me back, throwing a pillow at me and narrowing her eyes.
I pretended to be mad and grabbed her and tickled her, making her scream as she tried to move off the bed to run away from me. She wasn’t making a lot of effort to get out of my arms, though. We were playing, even if each time our skin touched it was like the ringing bells of Christmas were shouting in my ears. I took her further up in bed, making her fall over the pillows and wrapping her legs around me. Then I stared at her, letting her calm down, lingering my stare on her breasts and then on her mouth. She was gorgeous beyond words, and her laughter was music to my ears. I could just spend my eternity staring at her.
“Ask me,” I told her near her mouth, not letting my weight fall over her. She was fragile, and I was still heavy. I didn’t want to crush her. I just wanted her to surrender to me. If she would just tell me, put it in words, maybe her soul would recognize and accept me as hers and hers only.
“What do you want me to ask you?”
“To make love to you.”
“No,” she denied, playing with her hair.
I was surprised by her answer, but I noticed she was smiling mischievously when she said it. She was teasing me, just like I was teasing her. I smirked at her, pulling her body to mine until she felt my need against her own wet, hot center. “You are just teasing me again,” she complained, not believing that I was serious.
The G-string had small laces in the sides to open and take off. I grinned again and, with two fingers, unlaced the G-string. She looked surprised by my actions, but then she just smirked at me and pulled me down for a kiss. She rolled me over and put me under her. She sat naked over my protuberance. I felt the warmth and humidity inside of her. She rubbed herself against me, and I almost lost my calm. My wolf was howling like mad inside my head. He wanted to submit and take her in that exact moment, but I wasn’t going to let him ruin everything savagely.
“Now you beg,” she whispered in my ear. I smirked at her, but I wasn't going to let it happen like she wanted. Our first time would be like I wanted: her under me. She could do whatever she wanted the next time. At that moment, she would just have to enjoy it and let me lead. So I wrapped my lips around her nipple, sucking it and making her shiver and sway harder and faster. Holding her under her arms, I made her fall under me again.
“No one will beg then,” I whispered, taking my boxers off with one hand, trying not to release her breast as I gently spread her legs with my other hand. I played with a finger over her swollen clitoris and another inside her. She had her eyes closed, raising her waist and sighing in pleasure as I thrust my finger in and out. I had my other hand free at that moment, and my cock was ready to take her.
Anna slid down the bed, her legs lacing around my waist, her feet trying to pull me nearer. She wanted our waists to lock. I wanted that, too. Therefore, I gently caressed my penis against her feminine lips. The touch made me gasp, and I felt her hips swing, asking for more. So I carefully entered and instantly exhaled with bliss. Annabel was wet and tight, making me shiver with how hot and nice it was to be wrapped inside her.
When I was finally all in, all I could think was perfection. Relief hit me like a tsunami, and then yearning burned inside me, asking for more, asking for movement and a lot more pleasure. Her hands clenching my back told me that she was comfortable enough, that she wanted more. So I started to move, synchronizing my movement to the balance of her hips, her craving matching my own. Each stroke was more and more mind-blowing. It was paradise each time I slid inside her, buried deep and locked at our waists. Every time, my whole body trembled with desire and pleasure.
I was afraid that I wasn’t going to endure much longer before having an orgasm. It wasn’t just our movements, but also the sexy moans that were leaving her throat. Everything about us making love was stimulating beyond words. I found myself opening my eyes, watching how her face frowned in pleasure, her breathing left her lips parted, and her breasts swayed at the beat of our moving hips. She was gorgeous! Her breasts were round and beautiful. Her skin was soft, making my own skin tingle and shiver. I thrust deeper, harder, wanting us to melt together.
I trailed my fingers between her breasts, caressing and feeling her chest go up and down. Analyzing the loud sound of our beating hearts, I stared at her fisted hands as they grabbed the comforter, noticed how her head leaned back on the pillow, eyes closed and loose hair falling wildly on the bed. It was a rush of adrenaline each time she moved her groin against mine, pulling me deeper inside her, moaning because of the pleasure, and making me groan in reply. I was entranced by her. Totally fascinated by our mating ritual; losing my mind with each gasp and movement of her lips.
I drowned my mouth in her mouth, fighting and sucking her tongue, grinding our hips together and making her jerk with pleasure. It was mind-blowing. I couldn’t take it any longer. I would eventually come and release inside her, turn her on her back and start all over again. She was tight and hot, almost coming it seemed by the way she was gasping for air. But I wanted to kiss her deep and hard, grind my body against her, feel her skin against my skin and her heart beating against my chest. I wanted to space out inside my mind, hypnotized by her breathing, her moaning, and the urgency of her body for release.
My tongue played with her tongue, my fingers clenched her back, grinding her harder as my shaft moved faster, pressing every single nerve in her molten core until she couldn’t take it anymore. Her muscles contracted in spasms and she screamed with pleasure inside my mouth. Her hands moved to my hair, pulling it roughly, her legs holding me tighter, stopping me from moving and preventing me from breathing. Her teeth bit my lower lip, and I smiled with victory, satisfied by her orgasms and surrendering to my own.
I couldn’t endure and I didn’t need to endure any more. So I gave in and groaned, molding her butt in my hands and slightly raising her body off the bed. I let the wave of pleasure wash over my body and soul, making my body tingle and quiver in satisfaction. She liked that, because her body jerked again and she lost her breath, gasping my name in my ear with a warm exhalation.
I grinned against the hollow of her neck, reluctant to let her go of my grasp, wrapping her possessively inside my hug. I didn’t want that moment ever to end. It was perfection wrapped in bliss. Having her inside my arms, still pressed against my body, feeling the shivers of pleasure run down my spine and listening to her satisfied breathing was more than perfection—it was nirvana.
“Are you okay?” she asked, cuddling my head while calming herself down from the savage state she’d been in while experiencing pleasure. I simply nodded and nibbled her ear, glimpsing the smile of happiness she wore. Her eyes were open, beaming with satisfaction. I couldn’t help but feel like she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my whole existence. I could’ve just stayed like that forever. I smiled back at her, hopelessly in love.
“Are you okay?” I asked, realizing that I might have exaggerated my use of strength.
Anna nodded, playing with her index finger over my nose, drawing lines across my face, extremely concentrated on staring at me. I couldn’t stop smiling at her, fascinated by her, curious about everything she was feeling and worried about her well-being.
“Are you tired?” I questioned, voice tender while paying attention to her heartbeat. I was letting her catch her breath, but I was still aroused. The way her hair covered the pillow like a veil made her look like a sexy and exotic angel. It was impossible not to feel aroused by that goddess.
“I’m not tired,” she assured, eyes on mine.
I would’ve given anything to know what she was thinking right then and there. She looked caught inside her thoughts and, at the same time, fascinated by what we were doing.
She placed her finger on my lower lip, pulling it down and biting down on her own. “I’m not tired at all,” she whispered, raising her head to meet my mouth. She kissed me, watching my reaction. “And you aren’t tired either,” she mumbled, no doubt feeling my aroused cock against her core.
I hadn’t moved since the first time. I could have continued what I was doing moments after it was over—that was how much she made me hard. But I wanted her to catch her breath.
“Do it again,” she breathed in my ear, moving her hips so I entered her, accepting me once again inside the hotness of her walls.
My muscles tensed, my heart pounded, my hips thrust forward while I closed my eyes, embracing the darkness and focusing on her needs. Her body relaxed under mine, surrendering to my thrusts. Her hand moved down my spine to my butt cheek, encouraging me to keep moving. I said nothing, because I was too inebriated on my own yearning, the softness of he
r skin, and the scent of our bodies together as we moved at the same pace, dancing to the rhythm of our desire. We took things slow, enjoying the shivers of pleasure, the waves of electricity running throughout our bodies, every single contraction of our muscles and every single soft laugh that left her mouth and mine.
The bed was spinning under our bodies; every inch of my skin was bursting with fire, ready to fly away to paradise again. It was when I felt her hugging me tighter and exhaling against my ear that I understood that she was experiencing another row of orgasms. Her walls tightened on my cock and made me lose my ground, skyrocketing into a perfect orgasm that made my whole body quiver and shatter with pleasure. I was so high that I might have lost consciousness for a moment.
Annabel’s fingers stroked the back of my neck until my heartrate calmed down, letting my face rest against her breasts. I could have rolled over and slept, but instead of letting her go, I loosened my weight over her and trailed kisses on her neck and breasts. Her nipples tensed under my lips and tongue; her body quivered with my small love bites. I had no idea if we were taking too long or not with foreplay and making love, because I was more interested in kissing her and making her ticklish under my mouth, ignoring the existence of time and life outside those walls.
She was addictive; she was my world, and the cure to all my loneliness and doubts. We were in my bed, away from everything, and I had no intention of letting her go until my heart stopped aching and we both fell asleep with exhaustion.
Chapter Nine
Anna
It was late in the morning. I was in the middle of the bedroom, wearing nothing but his shirt and staring at Shane, who slept half-covered by the sheets. He was gorgeous! He was sexy and breathtaking, and I was having a really hard time deciding to leave his house while he was sleeping and then never appear in his life again.
Sometime around dawn I fell asleep in his arms. We had both been exhausted by the physical effort; maybe ‘drained’ was the better word, because we seemed not to be able to let go of each other. It was crazy! I wanted him even more each time we made love. And each time we did, it was better. I don’t even remember how we were able to stop. I just knew I didn’t sleep much, and when I woke up, I felt a roller coaster of feelings.