Vivian Arend - Wolf Flight

“Take off your clothes, Missy,” Tad said as his hand dropped to circle his erection. Missy watched, fascinated as he stroked from root to tip, a steady motion that made her knees weak. “Missy? I need you naked.”

He needed her naked? Missy threw back the quilt with her hands and shoved it aside with her feet while she shimmied the oversized shirt she wore over her head and dropped it to the floor. In three seconds flat, she was naked and ready for him.

“Still no bra or panties? Hell, woman.”

Missy leaned against the headboard to watch Tad prowl his way onto the bed. He crawled on his hands and knees until he knelt beside her. He picked her up and placed her on his lap, trapping her between the wall and his body.

“I’m sorry, Missy. Because I messed things up we have to—”

Missy covered his lips with her hand. “Tad, no more apologies. I love you.”

He sucked her fingertips into his mouth and teased them with his tongue, his mouth hot and greedy as he took control. He kissed her, firm and demanding, his tongue sweeping without pause as need poured off him. Tad’s mouth remained on hers and her hands slipped over his shoulders. She massaged the strands of muscle under her fingers, loving the way their skin sparked where they touched. She felt him stroke his erection. Brushing aside his fingers, she circled his length with her own grasp. Tad pulled away from the kiss, his head falling back as his breathing increased in tempo.

“That feels so incredible, your hands on my cock. I want to touch you too. You know that, don’t you?”

“Soon. Let me help you first.” He needed release before they truly started. She brought her mouth back to his, savoring the taste of him on her tongue even as she burned for the velvet steel under her fingers. She stroked, rubbing the moisture that rose to the slit of his cock over him to ease the glide of her fingers down his length again and again, until he jerked in her hand. His lips froze for a moment against her mouth. The heat of his seed washed her belly and thighs where his ejaculate landed. He whispered her name, so soft and loving, tears came to her eyes.

Missy pressed a hand on his shoulder to direct him to his back. She straddled his waist and stared him in the eyes as she traced her fingers through the semen left on her skin, rubbing it in like a fine lotion.

“Holy Toledo, Missy. The sounds you’re making are killing me.”

Too caught up in sensory overload she didn’t realize she’d made any noise. Scent rose between them like the most exquisite perfume, flowing in streams and linking them together into a new combination. She reached down and grasped his hands, kissed his knuckles, nipped at his fingers before lowering them to cup her breasts.

Tad was the one groaning as he lifted their weight in his palms. Missy smirked at the expression of sheer delight on his face. Men and breasts. Tad gazed at her with a fascination similar to the one he’d shown while admiring her truck.

But not quite. This had more adoration involved.

He touched her gently, rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefingers until they peaked, hard and sensitive. His cock rose behind her, the wet slit nudging against her backside. Tad caressed her with his strong hands, brushing in big circles and small circles until she thought she’d go mad.

Tad rolled her off, placed her on her back and dropped his head.

“I need to taste all of you, Missy.” He lowered his mouth to her breast and licked. One hand snuck down to cover her mound, fingers parting her curls to slip into her sheath and circle around her clit. While his fingers continued to dance, his mouth suckled and nipped, lapping at her nipples until they were dark red against her body.

He kissed her. His mouth hot and demanding as his fingers continued to play her like a fine instrument. Every stroke, every touch, brought Missy more and more alive as the cold seeped away like a spring thaw settling over the land. The tension in her core grew higher as Tad added another finger to tease and touch. He curled around her tighter, his rigid cock pressed into her thigh, their bodies aligning and touching skin to skin.

More than the mere touch of his hands and mouth, his heartbeat and his emotions began to join with hers and connect them. Intimately. Completely. A deep connection of passions and needs, fears and hopes. It was the most intoxicating feeling, and Missy opened herself up as much as possible to enjoy the sensation. A flash of desire rolled over her and she climaxed, her sheath pulling at his fingers as he rubbed and stroked.

Tad covered her with his body, the hard head of his cock tunneling into her pussy as it continued to pulse. He watched her face as he angled his hips and pushed, his hardness gliding through her soft receptive passage. Tenderness shone in his eyes as he pressed until he was buried in her warmth, hips tight together, bodies one.

Around them the room faded until all she felt, all she saw was Tad. He was on her and in her, stretching her and filling her. He was inside her heart as he cradled her beneath him.

And then he was inside her head.

“I need you so much, Missy.”

He pulled his hips back with a slow draw over her sensitive tissues. Heightened awareness of her body increased the pleasure as he sank in again. The head of his shaft seemed to swell and press harder on the walls of her core on every stroke, the heat of friction creating an inferno. Missy opened herself more, wrapped her legs around his back, squeezing to add a jolt of pressure at the base of each of his strokes.

The tempo increased and Tad thrust harder, his torso supported over her as they connected only at the hips. It felt so good, so right, but Missy wanted more.

“Touch me with your body. I want to feel every—”

“Did you just talk in my head?” Tad broke stroke and hung suspended halfway into her body. Missy protested, lifting her hips to finish the movement. She grabbed his head and pulled him down, sweeping her tongue into his mouth while she rocked her hips against him.

“Yes. Don’t stop. Oh please, Tad, I need more.”

He was on her like a wild thing, his body hard and touching every inch of her skin. His mouth feasted, hands dragging her closer while he sank in hard and fast. Each stroke drove her into the mattress. Missy scraped her fingernails down his back, tangling her hands in his hair as she tried to help him deeper on every pulse. The air disappeared from the room consumed by the heat of their lust. Missy cried out as her body jolted over the precipice. Tad thrust once more and stilled, joining her in release as his seed shot deep into her core and he groaned with pleasure.

Missy lost control of her emotions and a floodgate opened between them.

Every pain…erased.

Every sadness she’d felt, all her loneliness, all her fears. Washed away as Tad’s strength flowed into her. His love rested on her body like a tangible object.

His frustrations of being denied releasing his wolf for so long crashed into her heart, and she reached into him and soothed the pain away. They shared without words. Their hopes, their dreams, emotions running high as they built an unbreakable connection.

Tad held her close, their bodies still entwined. The sex was fantastic but this… No one had told him his first time with another wolf would be this incredible.

“Missy?” She stroked a hand over his face. The touch was intimate and gentle, and he smiled at her. “Does this mean what I think it means? Or is it a perk of FirstMate I was never told about?”

Soft lips brushed his. “It’s real. I told you we were mates.”

He paused for a moment. He had a mate. He was ready to dance on the rooftops he was so excited. “You did. I should have listened to you.”