APPETITE

by Kathyrn, Lorraine

  "I want to kiss you back," she murmured when he finally released her lip.

  He smiled down at her. "As you wish, my love."

  He slipped his right hand beneath her head as he kissed her, moaning as she sucked his tongue into her mouth and caressed it with her own. He slid over her, moving his left leg to join his right between her thighs. She brought her knees up, cradling his pelvis between her legs. She felt his cock -- hard and ready -- in the crease of her leg and she shifted her hips, angling to have his cock lay against her mound.

  "You smell so good," Damien whispered, kissing down her neck. She could feel the tickle from his indrawn breath. "Like moonlight, my Charlotte." He slowly kissed her throat and shoulders, kissing and nipping and tasting every inch of her skin.

  "Damien," she moaned quietly, moving her hips to rub her pussy against him, pushing to spread her lips and bring him into contact with her clit. She slid her arms down to grab at his ass and push him harder into herself, but he pushed himself down her body, slowly working his way down to her breasts as she whimpered his name softly.

  He started biting and sucking at her breasts, tasting and teasing her. She ran her hands up his back to his head, combing her fingers through his hair. Charlie arched her back as he ran his tongue around the areola of her right breast, making wet, lazy circles before blowing on it gently. Her nipple hardened as if reaching for him, and Damien squeezed her breast before scraping his cheek stubble against the tip. "Damien," Charlie sighed, her hips bucking.

  "I love hearing you sigh and moan my name," Damien murmured, kissing across her chest to her left breast. "And I long to hear you scream it as your body wraps around mine." He took her nipple in his mouth, grasping it with his teeth and gnawing at it. She grabbed his hair, whimpering and moaning quietly in the back of her throat.

  He left her breast and raised himself up to kiss her, capturing her sighs and coos with his mouth. He used his hands to pinch and scrape her nipples, and her kisses became more frantic. She could feel his cock against her thigh -- hard, heavy and hot -- and was desperate to feel it inside her.

  "Please, Damien," she sighed as he kissed down her neck. She tried to reach for him, wanting to have it in her hand, to hold that reality fast.

  "Soon, my Charlotte," he said, avoiding her hands. He continued down her body with his mouth, ignoring the tension when he reached her scars, kissing them and nuzzling them, treating them the same as her unblemished skin. He slid down the bed until he was kneeling between her legs. He raised her knees and pushed her legs open, holding them open when she tensed. "Please, my love, let me look at you," he whispered, caressing her thighs. "You are so beautiful." He ran his hands up and down her thighs. "Your heat calls to me." He took a finger and ran it around the rim of her opening. "So beautiful," he murmured, sliding his finger up her cunt to her clit. He circled it a few times before rubbing directly on it. Charlie sighed at the sensations, her hips moving slightly in counter rhythm to his finger.

  "I want you," she whispered. She raised herself to rest on her elbows, watching his hand moving between her legs.

  "I want to taste you first, dolcezza." He moved himself until he was crouched between her legs, his mouth inches from her, his cheek resting on her thigh. "Please." He looked at her and licked his lips, and she was lost. She nodded at him and watched, mesmerized, as he ran his tongue from the top of her pussy to her opening, circling it slowly before running it back up to the top. "You taste so good," he whispered, and she moaned, her head falling back to the pillow.

  Damien smiled as her taste overwhelmed him and began to slowly stick his tongue inside her, moving it around, wriggling it languidly, wanting to taste every inch of her. He began slowly fucking her with his tongue, setting a rhythm that soon had Charlie panting and running her fingers through his hair.

  "That's it, my Charlotte, let me make you come on my face" he whispered, raising his head and slipping his finger inside her, his cock becoming almost painfully hard at how tight she felt. He spread her lips and started to slowly lap at her, running his tongue up her length to the top, ending with a light flick on her clit before starting at the bottom again. Charlie brought her feet up to his shoulders, letting her thighs fall to the side and spreading herself open.

  "Damien," she moaned as he added a second finger inside her. He curved his fingers and began turning his hand inside her, pressing against her walls until he found that spongy area that made her moan. She jerked as he stroked it, and he began to speed up his fingers, moving them in and out, hitting her spot on every stroke. He licked at her clit, swiping it quickly with his tongue as Charlie began to toss her head from side to side. "Please...please..." she moaned, thrusting her hips at Damien.

  "Yes," he moaned into her flesh. He sucked her clit into his mouth and began to slowly flick his tongue on it, his fingers steadily fucking her. He could feel her tensing around his digits and increased the pressure from his fingers.

  "Oh god...Damien...please." She was panting, her hands in his hair, her body undulating on the bed. Damien bit down on her clit and she came, shuddering on the bed, her hips jerking against his mouth and moaning. He released her clit and pulled his fingers out, licking them clean as she quieted and her breathing started to return to normal. She moved her feet to the bed, knees bent. He looked down and smiled, her pussy was wide open and swollen, dripping with the wetness he brought forth.

  He moved his hands to her thighs and gently began to lick up her pussy. Charlie began to moan again, her hips jerking with every lick of his tongue. He carefully licked her from just above her anus to her clit, making Charlie hiss with the contact.

  "Please," she breathed.

  "I want you to come again," he whispered. He began to lightly worry at her clit with his tongue, not touching any other part of her. Charlie whimpered, her hips jerking with the contact of his tongue on her over-sensitive clit. "I love the taste of your pussy," he said, blowing air against her clit before flicking his tongue on it, increasing the speed and pressure. "Come for me, my Charlotte." He sucked it into his mouth again, alternating between nibbling at it with his teeth and lashing at it with his tongue.

  "Damien, please...please...oh god," she moaned. She surged upwards, her hips lifting the both of them off the bed as her orgasm ripped through her, unaware she had her hands fisted in his hair and was bucking them both about. "Damien!" She gave a final shudder and collapsed back on to the bed, her hands finally relaxing and falling away from his head. She lay there, breathing hard, her body slowly ceasing its shuddering.

  Damien smiled, kissing her thighs softly as she slowly settled down. He had made her cry out his name, and he was pleased. She hadn't screamed it yet, but he was so looking forward to working on that. He began kissing his way back up her torso, nuzzling her skin with his nose and cheeks. She sighed and ran her fingers through his hair, raising her head.

  "I want you," she said, her voice almost a purr. She leaned forward as he raised himself over her, grabbing his cock in her hand. She caressed him, running her fingers around the head and gathering the drops of his ejaculate that had leaked out.

  "Charlie," he moaned. Her touch inflamed him and he wanted to go slowly. "You have to stop." He put his hand on hers, stilling it.

  "Why?" she whispered, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and licking his ear. She pulled herself up against him, pressing her breasts to his chest and licking along his collarbone. "I want to feel you inside me."

  He maneuvered his cock to her pussy, pressing the tip of it against her. "Are you sure?" his wolf howled within him at his hesitancy, but he shut him down.

  "Oh yes," she sighed, moving to kiss him. She licked at his lips, tasting herself mixed with the delicious musk of his skin, before slipping her tongue inside his mouth to caress his. She pulled his upper body down with hers, her skin coming alive with the contact.

  He slid slowly inside her, mindful of the years she had been chaste, her body welcoming him readily, as if she were made just for h
im. She was snug, warm and soft, making him worry he might come before he was all the way inside her. Damien broke the kiss and let his head rest against her shoulder, groaning quietly as he continued his painstakingly slow glide inside her, her soft moans and coos delighting him even as they made it harder for him to maintain control. His wolf wanted to mate with her -- NOW -- and Damien had to work to keep the instinct to do so at bay. He stopped and raised his head to look at her.

  "Look at me, my Charlotte," he whispered. She opened her eyes, locking them with his. He read the passion and longing in her gaze and gave in to his own. Slipping an arm around her waist to angle her hips, he pushed inside her in one steady thrust, pushing until his hips rest against her pelvis. Her eyes widened and a long breathy moan sounded deep in her throat as he bottomed out, her arms and legs wrapping around him instinctively. He stilled, watching her closely.

  "Damien," she said as she caressed him, sliding her hands from his back to his shoulders before moving them down his arms. "Make love to me. Make me feel good."

  "Oh gods, yes," he moaned and began to move his hips, pulling out of her slowly until just his head remained inside her, before thrusting all the way back in. He tilted his hips as he moved inside her, trying to keep as much contact as possible with her g-spot and clit. He kissed down her neck to her left breast, taking her nipple into his mouth and alternating sucking and biting it.

  "Jesus, Damien," she sighed, moving her hips against his rhythm. She arched her back, pressing her breast to his mouth. He smiled against her flesh, her sounds and movements filling him with a keen sense of male satisfaction. He began to move faster, filling her with more force. "Oh...yes," she groaned, her nails digging into his shoulders.

  "You feel so good," he said, raising his head from her breast to nuzzle her neck. His breath tickled her skin. "You feel so fucking good. So hot and wet. And so fucking perfect." He began to pump his hips faster. "Fucking amazing," he growled, feeling her start to tense around him. He moved his arms around her, fighting his wolf back and holding her tightly to him as she came, crying out his name in between incoherent moans. Her pussy was squeezing him, pulsing around his cock with the waves of her orgasm and coaxing him to his own. He jerked against her roughly and came with a shout, his head cradled in her neck, feeling her squeeze him as his orgasm triggered her again.

  They lay linked, their panting together the only sounds, as they both came down from their highs. Charlie uncoiled her legs from his hips, sliding her feet down the bed next to him as her hands ran lazy circles on his back.

  "Kiss me," she whispered to him.

  He lifted his head and looked at her, smiling at her flushed skin and the way her hair spread out from her head. "Gladly, my love," he whispered back, lowering his head to oblige her. They kissed, their mouths and tongues making their own lazy kind of love, as Damien slowly pulled out of her and moved to lay to her side, pulling her with him. She whimpered playfully into his mouth when he withdrew, making him chuckle around her kiss.

  "Thank you," she said, breaking away from his mouth. She traced the lines of his face with her fingertips as he closed his eyes with a sigh. "I didn't think I would ever feel anything so wonderful." She ran her fingertip over his lips and smiled. "That was incredible, cowboy." She yawned and stretched against him, making him groan.

  "You keep doing that and I'll give you another reason to thank me," he warned, nipping at her fingertip with a smirk.

  "What?" she asked innocently, rubbing her breasts against his chest. "You mean this?"

  "Not at all. I mean this," he said, tickling her ribs and making her squeal.

  "Ok! Ok! I give. You win," she panted, giggling as he wrapped his arms around her and gave her a kiss on the nose. "Ing ot unna ease," she said through a yawn.

  "What?"

  "I'm not gonna tease." She nestled her head against his chest and flung her arm around him.

  "Go back to sleep, dolcezza." He ran his hand gently up and down her side.

  "Good idea." She gave another mighty yawn before kissing his chest softly. "Good night, Damien." She closed her eyes, splaying her hand out over his heart like a possessive starfish, and quickly fell asleep. Damien listened to her deep, even breathing for a while before following her lead.

  Charlie awoke alone a few hours later, her bladder screaming an SOS at her. She got up, wincing a bit at her sore muscles, and walked quickly into the bathroom. She took care of her business as quickly as possible, keeping an arm over her breasts and muttering "polarized glass my ass" to herself. She finished and made her way towards the sink as modestly as possible, washing her hands and looking at her face in the mirror. She didn't look any different, she noted. Not really. A bit more relaxed, perhaps. But she sure felt different. Less separate, not so much an automatic outsider.

  She spied a new tooth brush on top of a towel and smiled at Damien's thoughtfulness. Gladly opening it and brushing her teeth before rinsing her face and combing her fingers in her hair. She smiled to herself and went looking for her clothes, finding only Damien's t-shirt on the floor next to the bed. She looked at the logo – The Plimsouls – and felt her heart swell. She couldn't believe she'd met someone so amazing, so perfect. "In the middle of fucking nowhere, I meet the only other person in America that remembers The Plimsouls," she sighed. She smiled, slipping it on and giggling softly when she saw it came to just above her knees, and made her way to the door, poking her head out to see if he was there. She could smell bacon and coffee, and her stomach gave a low grumble.

  Charlie followed her nose downstairs and made her way to the kitchen, finding Damien in a pair of shorts and nothing else, the broadness of him making her itch to slip her arms around him and stay there indefinitely. He was at the cooktop, frying bacon. Or at least trying to. Looked like he was doing a pretty good job of burning bacon.

  "You should turn the burner down," she said, watching as he lifted four pieces of bacon-scented charcoal out of the pan. "And run off some of that fat into a glass." She stepped up beside him and placed her hand on his back.

  "I think I can cook bacon." He bent and gave her a quick kiss.

  "Oh, really?" she asked, smiling at him. "You can certainly burn bacon. So when does the cooking demonstration begin?"

  "I was distracted," he said, putting down the fork he was using and taking her in his arms.

  "By what?"

  "I kept thinking about this sensual, delicious, beautiful woman lying naked in my bed. Made it very hard to concentrate on bacon." He bent down and kissed her as she chuckled.

  "Maybe you should stick with sausage then?" She put her hands on his face and kissed him back, pressing her tongue inside his mouth and caressing his.

  "I think it would have had the same results," he breathed, sliding his hands down to her ass and pulling her to him.

  "Oh, sorry, didn't realize you had company," Darian said, walking in.

  "Your timing is impeccable," Damien said with a groan as Charlie squeaked and moved behind him. She busied herself with the pan, trying for the life of her to pretend she wasn't standing there in nothing more than a t-shirt.

  "I knocked but got no answer." Darian looked at Charlie. "Good morning, Charlie."

  "Good morning, Darian," she returned, sounding like she was unfazed by him finding her practically nude in his brother's kitchen, like it was a common occurrence for her to be found in strange men's homes. He gave her a smile that made her think he knew she was bluffing.

  "Sleep well?" he asked, his nonchalance hitting home to her. Of course seeing a nearly naked woman in his brother's apartment didn't faze him. Why would it? He'd likely walked in on a similar scene on a regular basis.

  "Yes, thank you," she said quietly. She felt like an idiot, humiliated at her own stupidity. She turned her attention back to the cooktop, shaking her head so her hair fell and hid her suddenly inflamed face. She turned down the burner and moved to the sink, grabbing a glass out of the dishdrain and running hot water over it for a minute. She
returned to the cooktop and poured out some of the grease.

  Damien watched her, wondering at her suddenly subdued demeanor, while Darian asked him about the status of the stateland contracts. 'What is it?' Darian sent, noting his brother's distraction. Damien informed him of the progress and when to expect the ratified and signed contracts. 'Something has upset her,' Damien sent back. They watched her carefully lay bacon in the pan.

  "Well, I will go and let Gene know. I am assuming we will not be fined for grazing on the statelands?" Darian asked.

  "That is correct."

  "Excellent. Then I will see you both tonight. About six?"

  "Alright," Damien said, absentmindedly. His attention was on Charlie.

  "Bye Charlie."

  "Bye," she called, giving a quick glance over her shoulder. She turned her attention back to the bacon, resolving to not acknowledge the incredibly sexy man stepping behind her. She turned the bacon over, poking at it with a fork, wholeheartedly ignoring him as he – oh shit – lifted the hem of her t-shirt and put his hands on her ass, squeezing her cheeks gently. She could sense him behind her, looking at her ass in his hands and she got wet thinking about it.