Chapter 23: Chapter 23
But it was enough and her nipples pebbled, more in expectation than from contact. "Then touch me," Andrea said.
Adrian smirked, something animalistic and not quite human. "I am touching you." She said, staring deep into his moon-bound eyes.
That pressure on her nipple increased and Andrea arched up to meet his hand as he tried to pull away. He let go of her wrist but pinned her with his gaze.
"Do you trust me?" He asked
"Yes," she said, it required no consideration.
"Then hold still." It was a command that required the utmost control. Without waiting for her he increased his intensity, replacing that thumb with his lips. His beautiful full lips. He sucked at her through her shirt still, and she cried out at the pleasure. His hand crept down and laid over her pussy through her jeans. She wanted to clutch him to her but stopped herself. That would not be lying still, and even though the pleasure, she was curious to see where he would take this. He pressed that hand against her, circling in broad strokes and making the fabric of her jeans brushes roughly against her clit. She thrust her hips up, half to increase her pleasure of the contact, half to escape it. Already she was mad with lust for him.
While her attention focused on his hand, he kept working her nipple in his mouth. It was the oddest feeling, his making love to her through her clothes. She didn't know why he was doing it,
but he bit down just enough on her and she didn't care, jerking in lust. His hand moved faster and faster against her, the material of her jeans growing moist with her pleasure. She tugged and jerked against him at the mercy of the ecstasy. he rained down upon her until with a cry she convulsed, exploding in a rocking climax.
He lifted his head from her breast, grinning, and captured her lips as she panted. Their tongues tangled and Adrian weaved his fingers through her hair. She finally moved her arms, working for her hands under his shirt and getting it off of him. This time he cooperated, breaking their kiss for only a moment to pull the piece of fabric over his head. Her hands danced across his chest, tracing the curves of his muscles and delighting as they flexed under her. She pulled back and kissed lower, down his neck, licking and sucking at his chest, her hands blazing the way.
Andrea traced over the bulge in his jeans and heard Adrian groan. She quickly undid the button and pushed his pants down. His cock stood fully erect before her, magnificent in its pulsing redness.
She licked her lips, desperate for a taste of him. She flicked her eyes up to see him staring at her, his hands bunched in the sheets around him. Her hand circled him and pumped once then twice. All the while she stared into those hot, glowing eyes.
She readjusted herself on the bed and took him into her mouth. Adrian let out a gasp, somewhere between a "Yes!" and an exhalation. She felt one of his hands rest on her head, not pushing or guiding her but keeping her there. But she had no desire to let go of his hot cock.
She swirled her tongue around, licking up and down, then bobbing her head until she found her rhythm. She smiled around him as he let out his groans and whimpers, his hips bucking as wildly as hers, just from giving him this pleasure she could feel herself nearing another peak.
She pulled back from Adrian as he gasped. He looked ready to pull her head back down to finish him off, but she caught his lips quickly with her own, half biting and half kissing. Then she leaned up against his hair and breathed,
"I want you to fuck me." He whispered, "I need to be inside you."
She guided the tip of him to the entrance to her cunt, her hand now coated with her juices, and perched atop him. Their eyes locked as she eased him into her, sitting on his shaft, accustoming herself to this fullness. They sat for just a blink in the stillness of the moment and Andrea felt the rightness of this mating.
Adrian grabbed her hips and flipped her over, thrusting into her as he covered her with his body. Andrea laughed at his domination and met him thrust for thrust, the bliss rocketing back and forth between them. He quickened, thrusting and thrusting until he hit her just right and she gasped out, "There! Oh God, do that again."
He hit that spot again and Andrea tightened around him. His hand drifted between them, working at the seat of her pleasure while he fucked her, massaging and stroking in time to his thrusts.
She was so close, her face contorting as she bucked against the sheets, coherency long lost to the winds of their fervor. She had no idea what she called out, compliments, promises, anything so long as he kept thrusting and thrusting until with an explosion of ecstasy she came apart in his arms, shouting out at the magnificence. But he didn't abate, riding her into a second wave on the tail of the first. And then he swelled and swelled within in her and called on her name and bursting within her.
They lay entangled, once again still for the moment and Andrea had never felt more at home. He pumped into her harder and harder, exploding with a yell and a laugh.
He collapsed down next to her, but they slid off the bed and lay still for a few exhausted moments. But even then his cock hardened again and Andrea could feel the intense heat and wetness of her ready response. And so the night went on, hard-fucking, playful fucking, tender lovemaking until they finally collapsed exhausted sometime much later.
Andrea woke in the morning under the window, covered in dried sweat and the juices of their lovemaking. She lay over Adrian's lap where he sat half propped on the wall. She pulled at his shoulders until he lay down next to her and snuggled into his side, smiling. If being a werewolf was a curse, she didn't think she could handle being blessed.