Chapter 64: 64

Emma

The soft, amber glow from the morning sun lit up Tom’s bedroom incandescently. The summer breeze drifted through the open window, coming straight off the ocean. Outside I could hear the waves, smashing against the shoreline as I lay naked, snuggled in tightly against my man.

Tom may have still been asleep but there was a very big part of him that was well awake. I looked upon his apparatus greedily, even though I’d had him three times last night, I was suddenly hungry for him more than ever.

I slowly stretched my hand out, taking extreme care not to wake him and with light, feathery fingertip touches I drew along the underside of his long, hard shaft. I press myself against him, my wetness spilling out onto his outer thigh. I am unable to control my hand any longer, wrapping it around his tasty dick, I begin stroking him gently.

“Are you going to ride it or just keep playing with it?” He asks me, his voice deep, drawled from sleep.

“I’m sorry, I woke you up.” I apologise, retracting my hand away from his cock but he quickly brings it back and tightens my grip around the shaft.

“The smell of your arousal woke me.” He tells me, smiling like he’s won a contest. “Must be a full moon if I can smell your kochie calling out for me.”

Serena had told me that, during the first two days of the full moon, wolves will be more sexually heightened because it’s the only time a she-wolf can become pregnant if she has unprotected sex with another wolf, mate or not.

“Does that mean that we shouldn’t have sex for two days?” I ask him. We’ve only been together for less than a week, it’s too soon for us to be thinking about having children but I also know that I will go stir-crazy without my fill of him for two entire days.

He leans over me and pulls open the drawer of his bedside table, taking out a box that he quickly rips apart to get to the contents inside, condoms.

“We can have as much sex as we want my Strawberry Queen, we just have to stay protected.” He tells me, tearing open the small foil package with his teeth and taking the condom out, he then rolls it down, over his erection.

“When did you get condoms?” I query him because I’ve been with him every second since our first date and he never bought them while I was there.

“My Beta, Trent, bought them for me, for us.” He admits, sheepishly. So far, we’ve managed to stay under the radar here at Chisholm, with the only person who knew I was here, besides Tom, being Kayla. “He doesn’t know about you, he just knows that I met my mate at Tingira and I’ve sworn him to secrecy.”

Tom had gone to great lengths to keep me hidden from his pack. He’d have breakfast delivered each morning to the hut, requesting extra servings to conceal that he was feeding me as well. We’d sneak out after the sun set and dine in restaurants in the main part of town.

He was doing all of this to take the pressure off of me because we both knew that everyone in his pack would want to know who I am and what I was regarding their concern, given our new relationship a bit of an excitement but I knew he wanted to announce me to his pack, to show me off as his mate, especially after what Eve had done to him.

“I think we should eat breakfast with your pack today,” I tell him as I straddle his pelvis and lower myself down, taking his erection inside of me. I stretch out around him as he fills me, every inch feels so amazing.

“Are you sure baby?” He asks, as always, putting my needs above his own. “I don’t want you to feel pressured into this or rushed, we can take as long as you want to ease you in.”

“I’m ready,” I affirm to him, leaning down to kiss his lips, our tongues swirl together so gently. I sit back upright but hold my position, not wanting to move because what I’m about to say is so huge and I don’t want it to get lost in the moment. “I love you.”

I knew I’d fallen in love with him after my first night here, every doubt that I had about him had been stripped away. I’d never known anyone as kind-hearted as he was.

“I love you so much.” He says back, his face glowing. “I want to paint you.”

“Paint me?” I question him, confused. “As in paint my portrait?”

Tom was a landscape artist, not once had he shown me any paintings he’d done of people. It’s not that I was doubting his capability to paint my portrait, it was more so that I knew it wasn’t what interested him.

“Not exactly.” He teases as he runs his hands up the length of my body and cups my breasts. “You, sitting like this, reminds me of a wave that is spouting out of the water, so powerful and strong.”

“Am I going to be naked in this painting?” I giggle, pretending to hide my breasts behind my hands but he peels them away, exposing me.

“It will be tasteful and classy, just like you.” He promises me and I believe him because I know he’d never do anything to embarrass or hurt me. “You’re my muse, my Strawberry muse.”

“You can paint me.” I give him permission. “But only I’m allowed to see it.”

“Of course.” He agrees, shifting his knees up to get deeper into me. He slips his thumb between my legs and strokes over my clit, making me bite my lip and moan. “You’re wetter than the ocean.”

I begin moving back and forward on him, riding his cock like I’m at a rodeo. My pleasure is growing stronger.

“When I was little, I’d beg dad for a pony,” I tell him, panting as I clench tightly around him. “I never got one though.”

“He should have got you one, you’re excellent at riding.” He says, thrusting himself deep into me.

“Well, now I have you, my Chocolate Stallion,” I tell him, giving him his own nickname. “I get to ride you every day.”

“Stallion.” He chuckles to himself. “I love it.”