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This is so exciting! my wolf exclaims, sounding just as enthusiastic about the night ahead as I am.
“I’m going to take the towel off,” Garren says when he returns, and I nod.
His hand touches the edges of the towel that are gathered up between my breasts. His fingers wrap around them, and he gently tugs until the towel comes loose. My nipples harden immediately when the cool air hits my bare breasts. Garren takes a sharp breath.
“You look so good,” he says through gritted teeth, his voice full of raw lust and desire. “I can’t wait to eat you up.”
I make a small moaning sound. My pussy’s already wet, excited, and prepared for whatever’s to come. Garren moves onto the bed, the mattress sinking under his weight.
“Don’t move,” he orders. “This might be a bit cold.”
Garren pours something onto my body, and it is indeed quite cold if not quite freezing. I can’t imagine what it could be, but Garren keeps pouring it onto me. He delicately pours it onto my stomach, my breasts, my face, my legs, and then keeps going until he leaves a small trail all over my body.
It’s chocolate, my wolf says when the scent of the liquid finally reaches our nostrils. It must be a syrup of some kind.
I bite my lower lip to suppress a moan when I imagine his tongue all over me, licking all of the syrup up. Garren leans over and sets the syrup bottle on the nightstand. He’s straddling me, with both legs on either side of me. His hand moves down onto my face, gathering some chocolate onto his finger and he makes sure that I hear him licking it off his finger. Not that he’d need to make so much noise because I would’ve heard him anyway, but the fact that he is smacking his lips together, makes my mental picture all the hotter.
When Garren lowers his hand again, he touches my breast just above my nipple. This time, he brings his syrup-covered finger up to my mouth and lets me have a taste of it. I make a small sound deep in my throat, loving the sexy mental image of this whole scene.
He leans over me and kisses my lips. This time, he doesn’t use his finger to gather up the syrup, but instead trails his tongue on my cheeks, licking up the sticky chocolate. He teasingly moves down further to my shoulders and then gives special attention to my chest to make sure it’s squeaky clean. When he’s done, he continues lower onto my stomach.
Garren’s tongue devours my body, licking up all of the chocolate syrup he can get. My body’s already beginning to respond to his wonderful teasing. My anticipation is well built up by now, and my pussy is threatening to erupt without even being touched.
“You’re so delicious,” he whispers, his hot breath tickling my skin. “I’m inclined to put some strawberry on you.”
Garren moves even lower and begins licking my thighs. I spread my legs for him as wide as I can, wanting him to see just how wet I am for him.
“Don’t make me wait any longer,” I plead with a low growl.
“Patience, my beautiful wife,” Garren tells me, and I can almost hear the smile on his face. “The night is still young, and I’m in no hurry.”
“I need you to fuck me,” I say, aiming to make it sound like an order, but fail miserably as he trails his tongue along my inner thigh again.
I become silent as he gently works his way up to my pussy. His hot breath tickles my lower lips, and I swallow hard when he roams close to my exposed clit, but he never touches it.
“Looks like I missed a spot,” he says as if he’s talking to himself. My body reacts before my brain processes the jolt of pleasure that he fills me with when he flicks his tongue on my clit once. It’s too fast for me to properly enjoy it, but I know for sure that he didn’t put any chocolate there.
It’s very hard for me not to move my hands toward my breasts and pussy as he’s torturing me. I have to fight with everything in me to stay still and not bring myself the satisfaction and the release that I’m aching for. My pussy is dripping wet, my juices leaking down my inner thighs. I need Garren so badly to finally touch me there.
Just as I start to feel that I can’t take it anymore, he shifts and moves back to my breasts. This time, he does touch me. He takes his hands and spreads the chocolate all over my breasts, paying extra attention to my erect nipples. He lowers himself and flicks his tongue over the tip of my nipple, teasing and playing with it as I continue to suffer.
“Fuck,” I moan as the tension in me builds up so much that I’d voluntarily throw myself off the cliff to get the release.
I grasp Garren’s black hair in my hand, holding tight as the ecstasy drives me wild. He lifts his hand and gently pinches my nipple on my other breast while he slowly bites down on the one that he’s already licking. I have to bite my lower lip as the waves of pleasure shoot through me.
Garren continues what he’s doing, lost in his own world as he happily licks up the chocolate, and switches sides every couple of seconds. It seems to take him hours to get the rest of the syrup off of me before he finally gives his attention to my nipples again. He didn’t even touch my pussy yet, and I’m already on the verge of climaxing. I want him so badly. I need him with a desperation I never needed anyone before. Ever.
Taking his sweet time, he bites my nipple as he pinches the other one at the same time. My back arches upward and toward his head and hand. My body is telling him what he’s doing to me, showing him the amount of pleasure that he’s giving me.
I let out a loud moan as he continues to sweetly torture me. This time, when he switches sides with his warm tongue, he finally moves his hand down toward my pussy. Garren shifts and closes the distance between our mouths, pressing his lips against mine as his finger plays with my clit for a bit before he positions two fingers against my opening.
I’m so aroused at that point that I don’t need much to finish. The slight pressure that he makes with his two fingers is enough to bring me the proverbial bliss, sending waves of pleasure through me like bolts of powerful electricity. Every single muscle in my body tenses up, and I begin to quiver. I can only imagine the corners of Garren’s mouth lifting into a triumphant grin, and he keeps pushing his fingers deeper into me, and then curling them to massage my most sensitive spots.
My pussy is still contracting around him and begging for attention when he decides that he has enough foreplay. He breaks the kiss and pulls his fingers out. I make a small sound in protest, but he doesn’t budge. I even lift my hands up to find his shoulders, pulling him close to me, but he only comes for a kiss before retreating again.
“You little shit,” I say but I can’t suppress a playful grin. “My turn.”
“Show me what you got,” he challenges and helps me untie the blindfold.
