Chapter 32

Chapter 32
Heat caressed my stomach, my sex, and the top of my legs one after the other. With slow, patient strokes, Erik lightly massaged away my worries, carried my concerns away on a lilac cloud.

With my skin prickling, and my desire welling up so hot and wet inside me that I could hardly stand it, I spread my legs slightly and curled a tendril of Erik’s hair around my finger. “Can you... more?” I asked. “I can’t take this anymore, I can’t handle not having you.”

Slowly he ran a finger down from my chin to my navel, kissed me, and slid it lower. As soon as he parted my lips and moved his finger inside me, I felt my muscles tense up as though I’d been waiting for him forever. He curled the finger, teasing my most sensitive place, and cupped his palm against me, grinding it against my clit.

I arched my back and smiled, sucking air through my nose and trying to keep myself from squealing.

“It just feels so good, how can anything be better?” I asked. “A hot towel massage and now this? I feel like I’m in heaven.”

Erik didn’t speak, but sucked my neck and gripped my breast with his free hand, pulling my bra down and running his thumb around my stiffened nipple.

“Will you do another one? Please? Just... oh it’s so good Erik, I just want more, more, more, I... unnn... God that’s good,” I moaned as he slid the second finger in beside the first, rotating slowly.

“Now relax,” he said. “Breath with me.”

Slowly, patiently, we took a deep breath and let it out. In and out, in and out. He turned his hand and dragged his fingers down my inside wall one final time. As we breathed, matching each other’s rhythm, his lupine features faded and he slowly became fully human. The pressure inside me faded.

“No, don’t stop,” I begged, but he hushed me with another kiss.

“Breathe,” he said again. “It’ll help you ease into this.”

His fingers slid out with a soft sound that thrilled me, and he traced another circle lower down. Instantly, I seized up, clenching myself together and grabbing his hand. “No,” I whispered, “you’re too big, it...”

“Just be patient, love,” he said. “I won’t hurt you. If you trust me, this is going to be magical. All right?”

I was still shaking, but I let go of his hand. His fingertip circled my puckered ring again, and he tested me with just the vaguest notion of the tip of his finger. “Is that okay?” he asked.

I bit my lip, trembling a little, but I nodded. “Warm,” I said. “It makes me feel warm all over.”

“This?” he smiled as he asked. “Is this okay?”

Half the tip of his finger disappeared into my tightest place and instantly, hot shocks crept up my stomach to my neck and pulled at my scalp.

Inch by inch, moment by moment, I felt my body open up for him, invite him deeper, and somehow accept more of his finger, and then, to my surprise, the tip of the second one.

As soon as he tested me with the second fingertip, I opened my eyes, surprised that he was just watching my face, and nothing else. I smiled, warm and safe and... at home.

“Still okay?” he asked.

“No,” I said. “It’s be... better than that,” as he went deeper, I groaned softly and then cooed and pushed my hips, driving his finger just a little

deeper. “It’s better than good, it’s incredible, it’s...”

“Take off your bra,” he said. “Let me see that beautiful body.”

I did, and as the cloth fell off the side of the bed, Erik got that glazed over, content look that I’d gotten so used to seeing. But it was a little different that time. Looking at his face, studying the lines around his lips and the cut of his cheekbones.

His two fingers went deeper, pulling a little grunt out of me that made him freeze again.

“Too much?”

I shook my head. “Never. It just feels so good it...” he turned his hand, pulling another moan out of my mouth and making me bend my legs, pull myself down the bed toward him, hoping I could get him deeper somehow.

“Don’t make me wait,” I whispered. “I need... I need this, need you, need it all right now, please, please, please.”

“Breathe,” he said again, smiling and starting to rotate his fingers in opposite directions. “In... and out.”

He sank deeper, both fingers almost all the way in, and I felt his cock heat the skin on the insides of my thighs. “So big,” I whispered. “So big and hard and...”

“Hold me, baby girl,” he said. “You’re going to ease me in. If you squeeze, I’ll stop. Okay?”

“Just... just give me what I want... I won’t want you to stop, I promise.”

I grabbed him, hot little hand around his huge tip. I chewed my lip as his fingers pulled away. The ache they left was worse than anything I’d ever felt, but it wasn’t pain, it was... a lack of pain. I wanted to feel him move inside me, wanted to feel as close to him as I possibly could.

The instant his tip pressed against my ring, and he slid inside, I took a sharp breath.

“Oh... oh my God it’s so...”

“Breathe,” he said again. “Don’t hold your breath. In and out. It’ll help you relax and... Unnn... oh you’re so tight, Izzy, so good, just... slow, go slow,” he said.

I didn’t want any part of slow.

I’d gone slow my whole life. Slow to love, slow to trust. I was done with slow.

I urged him in a little deeper. Then a little more and more and more until the tension inside me was so great I felt like I’d burst.

“Watch my face,” Erik said, moaning softly when he went quiet. “Open those eyes. I’m not going to miss seeing the look on your face.”

Deeper, deeper, deeper he went, every inch another revelation. Watching his chest rise and fall, I let the pleasure course through me and forced

myself to breathe slow, deep and hard, just like the motions he made inside me.

Back and forth.

In... out.

He squeezed my hands tight, pressed them into the mattress.

My eyes were open, but my lids were heavy as he grinded deeper, as our bodies slowly became one. With each breath he went deeper and deeper until finally, after what seemed like an eternity of sweet aching, I felt the heat between his legs lay heavy on my thighs.

Erik grabbed my hips and pulled me up, not moving at all inside me. He groaned, and I ran a hand down his chest, scratching the hard hairs that started to appear on his muscled shoulders and arms.

“That’s it,” I urged him. “Come out for me, come out, my wolf. Don’t be shy.”

Erik’s eyes shot wide open. Obviously he was straining to keep himself from going as hard as he wanted but as I looked in his face, I realized he meant what he said. There was no reason for me to worry. We belonged together, then and forever.

“Give me all you have,” I said. “I don’t want anything in the world more than I want you to make me yours. It’s... it’s everything.”

He sucked a ragged breath and threw his head back, trembling as his muscled swelled, his face elongated, and that hard, wiry hair pushed out of every pore. He pulled his cock back, slowly, until he almost left me, and then drove forward again, just as carefully.

“Is that... too... much?” he asked, his voice ragged through his sharp, clenched teeth.

“No,” I said, quaking. “You could never be too much.”

With his head facing the ceiling, Erik roared so loudly that it shook me, shook the walls, and rattled the headboard of the bed.