Touch You

F I A

Her cries surrounded the air, and her pelvis thrust up to meet him for every touch. Every time there was an entrance, there was an emphasis as if it was pushing Fia's body.

He prolonged her release for as long as possible until he couldn't hold it back anymore. Pushing three fingers inside her, he flicked her clit. Her pussy squeezed him, her hips rose, and he finally thrust faster into her release.

After exiting, it scraped off the juice that came out, licking her clean.

After doing that, he sat down properly and leaned against the headboard of the bed.

"Come here, Fia." He held out his arms and tried not to groan when the soft inside of her thigh brushed against his erection.

She climbed over him and sat carefully. His cock bobbed in front of her, touching her belly with each pulse. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself in her, but he had to go slowly.

The young man traced and moved his penis to feel the soft skin of the girl's belly.

She straightened and looked down. His cock was thick, entirely erect, and lying on his stomach. She wanted to feel that part of him against herself, wanted this last connection. She slid forward until the tip of him lay under the tip of her.

She was wet, open and sensitized, and the feeling was so right, so perfect, that she groaned softly. Just a little pressure, just a little shift of her hips. Warmth blossomed at her core. She bit her lip and ground down some more.

The girl continued to move her body. Dry humping and feeling the sliding of his big penis in her wet womanhood.

The hardness and the heat. That was a good feeling while sliding in the middle of his cut.

Her eyes were closed, so she started a little when large hands palmed her breasts, both at once. She gasped and slid against him. He pressed himself against its hardness.

"Oh!" They growled together.

He brought his thumbs together with his fingers and squeezed her nipples. Oh, Goddess!

He was growing under her, burrowing into her folds.

She leaned into his hands, pressing down harder, caught up in the sensation, trying to ignore her mind's protest that lingered inside.

His cock slid to the side. It seems that he is being tortured even more because the young man continues to guide him to slide his penis into his penis. Rubbing and making him even hotter.

Teasing her to the core.

She whimpered in frustration and grasped him, holding him against her body as she rubbed her clitoris over his cock. So close, so close.

"Put me inside you," she heard him say.

She shook her head, always wanting to feel him here. To stay in this moment for eternity as if in a dream. To never wake up. She moved faster over him, frantically, twisting her hips, moaning, her mouth gaping. Almost there, almost there...

He squeezed her nipples, and still, it wasn't quite right. She couldn't complete it. She was gasping now, weeping openly, and suddenly, she knew that she needed him inside her to reach that point. Quickly, she wanted to lift her hips, place him at her entrance and bore down.

"Please offer your breasts to me, Fia," he whispered.

Her eyes widened. Good. At least he wasn't the only one affected. She cupped herself, hesitated, then bent lower. The young man opened his mouth and eagerly sucked the red crown of her chest.

He watched her face as he sucked a pink nipple into his mouth. She closed her eyes, her mouth helplessly parted. Her c*nt was pressed against his cock, which was throbbing between them. She trembled, and that darkness within him roared with triumph.

He let go of the nipple. "Will you accept me now, Fia?"

She frowned.

"Please let me have you, Ride me Fia. Own me. I am yours." The word was more an order than a plea, but he was past caring. He needed her pussy around him.

She raised herself. He steadied her with one hand, held his cock with the other, and she slowly sank onto him.

"Hold yourself open for me," he murmured. Damn, It made the way easier, but he also had a wonderful view of her coral wetness.

She gasped and fumbled between their bodies with her fingers. Poor angel. He was led into corruption by a selfish devil who cared only for his prick. Ahh. He was half in now, the way tight and warm and soft.

The young man cursed at the tightness of his partner's hole.

It was as if her femininity was greedy and hugged his penis more and more, which he had a hard time inserting.

He took her hands away, put them on his chest, and used his fingers to part her folds. When he separated the cut, he played with the protruding flesh. At the same time, he held her as he worked his way into her tight passage. Pleasure.

He almost smiled. This was as close as he would ever be to pure ecstasy. Tomorrow, the world might end, but right now, he was balls-deep in a wet woman. His wet wife.

He thrust, and she cried out. Damn!

The young man fully entered his hardness.

He was inside her, full and heavy, the feeling exquisite as he stretched her. She paused, savoring the sensation, wanting it to last forever, him filling her. She leaned over him and, at that moment, felt his mouth close over one breast, pulling strongly.

He moaned in pleasure.

Her muscles contracted around him, and she moaned again. She rubbed herself over and over against his hard body, her head hanging down in surrender, her hair draping over his chest.

"You are mine, Fia."

He muttered something and released her nipple, catching her hips. He pumped into her in quick, powerful thrusts, grunting with each plunge, his cock hard and hot and long inside her. His movements, his obvious desperation, prolonged her pleasure,

He felt a grin, not a nice one, split his face. He looked down and watched his cock slide into her flesh. Lifted her and pulled almost out. Saw the glistening moisture of her cunny coating his cock. And slammed back into her. Thrusting into her. Filling her. Claiming her. His wife. Always. Never to leave. Stay with him.

Always.

She shook her head wildly. He pressed his fingers against her mound to feel it and to find that special pearl. She moaned, but he didn't relent.

He filled her with his cock and diddled her clitoris with his thumb, and he knew she couldn't hold out. The walls of her sheath clenched, and she came, raining her sweet pleasure on his prick. He buried himself in her until his balls met her bottom. His body convulsed, and he felt the pulse of his seed filling her.

Mine.

When she felt his warmth flood her, she was still in bliss. She fell against his heaving chest, his hand tangling in her hair, his breath rasping against her damp temple. She heard his whisper in her ear.

"Nice to meet you, mate. " When she stared back at his eyes, she found out that he was controlled by his wolf.

"It's warm inside you, little Maye. Now, do you accept me fully? Because I would make sure pleasure explodes deep inside this tight, warm c*nt." He was stunned by what he heard. It was as if the hardness within him grew even more.

Even his wolf was begging to get out. So, because of his weakness, he lets his wolf control him.

Their wolves are staring at each other. Both of their eyes were filled with love as they watched each other.

"I heard that you're ready to let me own you." Head dipped; he nibbled on the smooth column of her exposed throat.

She sighed as he explored the skin; he could tell by her body language that she desired him.

He spun her around, and now he was above her as he claimed her lips. She met him for passion, her tongue restless and eager to explore his mouth.

Her arms wound around his neck, drawing him close.

The skin-to-skin contact proved electric. His cock, trapped between their slick bodies, throbbed against her lower belly. The tips of her breasts poked his chest.

So many sensations, each of them fueling his desire. He grabbed her arms and raised them above her head. She didn't seem to mind this mastery of hers. On the contrary, she regarded him through eyes at half-mast, lips swollen and parted on a breathless,

"Yes. Touch me."

Oh, he'd touch all right. He left the sweetness of her lips for another goal,

one interrupted earlier. His lips blazed a trail to her breast, the firm plumpness of them inciting nibbles. The nipple, so erect, begged for a suck. How could he disappoint?

He latched on to the peak, tugging it with his mouth, enjoying the sensation of it and, even more, the cries she emitted as he teased the hard nub.

As he toyed with her luscious breasts, he inserted a hand between her thighs. The slick moisture he found wetting her.

He sawed a finger back and forth, feeling the quiver of her sex. His own cock hardened in response.

Impatience rode him hard. He so wanted to take his time, to taste her sweet ambrosia, but a need to sink into her demanded satisfaction.

The wolf was not one to give in to demands, and with her, selfishness was not an option. Forget his need. She came first.

And he meant that quite literally.

He dropped to his knees, an unusual position for him. For once, he was the supplicant. Eye level with her sex, he could see the honey and his own seeds on her pink lips.

"Put your leg over my shoulder."

"With pleasure," she practically purred. At least in this, she didn't argue.

Her thigh rested on him, with the added benefit of exposing her more fully to him. Perfect.

He took a moment to savor her. Inching closer, he could smell her arousal.

Taste it. Now.

With a flick of his tongue he, groaned. Her flavor exploded in his mouth, and he hungrily went back for more. He lashed her sex with his tongue, dipping between her nether lips and feeling the pulse of her excitement. Her flesh swelled as her pleasure mounted, but he wanted her more than just aroused. He wanted her to come.

His tongue located the swollen nub of her clit, and as he toyed with it, he inserted a finger into her tight channel.

"More," she whispered.

More? As his vixen demanded.

In went a second finger, making it even tighter than before. The flesh of her sex quivered around him, and he could feel the mounting tension in her body.

His lips tugged at her pleasure button, stimulating it, and her pants grew harsher.

Her fingers dig into his scalp as her hips ground against his face.