Wolf Tales

Chapter 5

Mike's masculine presence overwhelmed Jamie's feminine bedroom. Still holding her in his arms he turned on the bedside lamp, the soft light accenting the hollows of his cheeks and the amber of his eyes. With efficient movements he stripped back the covers on the bed and stood her on her feet, facing him. His large graceful hands cupped her face as his mouth pressed against hers.

Jamie swore electricity snapped and crackled between them, zipping along the contact of their lips. He moved his hands along her arms and shoulders, sliding to her back. She knew the moment he discovered she had no bra on. He stopped the light strokes of his fingers, the tips of them pressing against her spine for a moment before he reached down and lifted the hem of her shirt. In a moment she felt the warmth of his hand against her bare skin, along her shoulder blades before sliding around to find her breasts.

A soft moan burst from her throat at the touch of his hands cupping her breasts and his fingers lightly pinching her n*****s. Sensation streaked directly from the hardening buds to the center of her p***y, setting up a throbbing so intense she had to squeeze her thighs together. Mike deepened the kiss even more, exploring with his tongue as he kneaded and pinched and massaged her breasts. She gave a small sound of protest when he broke the kiss long enough to pull her tee shirt over her head and toss it aside. Then his hot mouth was on a n****e, sucking and pulling, grazing with his teeth while with his other hand he continued to pinch and squeeze the other one.

By the time he moved his mouth to the other n****e her legs were shaking from the assault of sensations on her body. He closed his teeth over the distended bud and the low growl that came from his throat vibrated through her. She clutched his arms, fingers digging into his hard muscles, to hold herself steady.

His breath was a hot breeze on her skin as he slid his mouth along the line of her jaw then down her neck, biting gently where her neck and shoulder joined. She wove her fingers into his thick hair, anchoring herself in the sleek, heavy strands. Holding on for dear life as his lips and tongue and teeth coaxed responses from every part of her body.

She barely noticed when he slipped his hands lower and pushed her sweats down. Or when he nudged her closer to the bed and pushed gently until she found herself seated and Mike kneeling in front of her. He dragged her sweats the rest of the way down her legs but slowly, kissing each patch of skin on both thighs as he exposed them. Jamie had to lean back on her hands to brace herself against the sensuous onslaught. She felt surrounded by him, as if he was larger than life, his entire body enfolding her.

Mike used his rough tongue to trace patterns on the inside of her thighs as he worked the sweats and thong off her feet and dropped them on top of her tee shirt. Pushing her knees apart he stared at her exposed cunt. His nostrils flared like an animal's at the scent of her musk, so strong she could even smell it herself.

"Wet," he growled, tracing a finger the length of her slit, then lifting that finger to slowly lick her juices from it. The sight of that was so erotic she couldn't tear her eyes away from it.

His tiny growls of satisfaction sent shivers racing along her spine. She wanted him inside her, Now. She could not remember the last time she had wanted a man this badly. This strongly. Been swamped with a need this strong. And he'd barely scratched the surface of what he could do.

More, she wanted to shout. Do more. Do everything.

As if he'd heard her silent please, he pushed her thighs further apart, dipped his head and ran the rough flat of his tongue over her slit, the same path his finger had taken. Only this time he didn't stop. He stroked from top to bottom and back again, swirling the tip of his tongue around her overly sensitized clit, lapping every bit of her syrup he could gather. Again and again he licked her wet flesh, sliding his hands up to hold her labia open with his thumbs. When he closed his teeth over her clit and bit down on it she screamed, and came in an orgasm that was both sudden and explosive.

Thrusting her hips at him she tried to urge him to fill her pulsing channel, fill it with his tongue, his fingers, his c**k. Instead her inner muscles convulsed on emptiness while her entire body shuddered. When at last he released his hold on her she was a quivering mess, lying back, gasping for breath and hungrier for him than she'd ever been for any man.

"I could eat your sweet p***y forever. Lick it. Bite it. Swallow all that good juice." He ran his tongue sensuously across his lower lip. " You taste sweeter than any fruit."

With deliberate slowness he gave her entire s*x one more slow stroke with his tongue before he stood. One by one he popped the buttons on his shirt, tugging it from his pants and shrugging it from his shoulders. Jamie's mouth went dry at the site of his lean but well-muscled arms, his massive chest and the fine black hair that covered it. His n*****s, darker than most of the male n*****s she'd seen, barely peeped out from the pelt covering them. In a tantalizing design the dark curls narrowed down to a vee and headed in a line straight below his belt buckle. Jamie's breathing hitched as she watched Mike unbuckle the belt with deliberate slowness. The rasp of his zipper was magnified sound in the room, drawing her eyes to his fly as the fabric slowly parted.

And...

Holy s**t! He was commando!

She barely noticed him toeing off his shoes and stepping out of his slacks. Her gaze was focused completely on his narrow hips, the musculature of his thighs, and the enormous, thick, swollen c**k rising proudly from its abundant nest of curls. The head was a dark plum color, broad and slightly flattened. She could easily see the thick vein engorged with blood wrapped around his shaft, and the heavy sac holding his testicles resting against his thighs.

Holy mother!

He shifted her on the bed as if she weighed no more than a feather positioning her to his liking before kneeling between her legs. Wrapping one hand around his shaft he rubbed it against the soft flesh of her tummy before moving it up to rest in the valley between her breasts. Jamie's breathing stumbled at the heavy feel of it and she reached for it with both hands. Decimated as she'd been by the recent orgasm she felt herself already regenerating, her blood heating, the walls of her p***y quaking with need and more of her liquid lubricating them.