Edging out from underneath the shower spray, I blink the water from my lashes, turning to glance back at him over my shoulder. “Soon,” I say, a smirk tugging at my lips as I spin to face him fully. Planting my hands on my hips, I push out my chest, daring him to look.
He falls right into the trap I’ve laid. His eyes darken as they roam over my naked form, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as his gaze slowly climbs up to meet my own again. For the longest moment we just stand there staring at one another, surrounded by the mist of the shower, listening to the splash of water against the tile.
Shit, from the intensity in his gaze, I’m no longer sure which of us is the predator and which is the prey.
He’s the first to go in for the kill. Matty’s hands grasp for my hips, yanking my body into his and crashing his lips against mine. There’s no hesitation, none of his usual carefulness– just the raw, desperate need to connect. He consumes me with a kiss that’s hungry, feral, downright fuckingfilthy, and I’m instantly putty in his hands, completely at his mercy.
His hands roam my body, grasping my waist and palming my breasts. My nipples harden into stiff peaks beneath his touch, back arching as he pinches them between his fingers. Our tongues tangle in a battle for dominance, but it’s clear who’s in control right now. I willingly give it over to him, losing myself to the heady blend of sensations coursing through my body.
I’m breathless when we finally break apart, the pulse in my chest erratic as I reach up to sweep the wet strands of hair away from his forehead and rest mine against his. “I know we need to talk, but for now, just keep kissing me,” I whisper, my voice catching. “Help me remember what it’s like to feel.”
Without another word, his lips find mine again, this time with even more urgency. I swear his kiss is breathing life back into my body, everything else falling away as the hot water steadily pours down on us and the steam continues to build.
Matty’s big, calloused palms trace the curves of my body, his touch becoming more insistent. I loop my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life as our bodies grind together in perfect sync. His hard cock presses against my stomach and I reachdown, wrapping a hand around his shaft. He’s fuckinghuge, my fingers barely touching as I pump him in my fist, our kiss breaking as his head falls back on a groan.
“Fuck, Blair,” he grits out, his thick cock throbbing in my palm as I continue stroking him. He groans again as he lifts his head, and when our eyes lock, the fierce intensity in his stare makes me shiver with anticipation.
The look in those baby blues tells me he’s done holding back.
Matty may not be a wolf, but that’s the look of a man ready to fuckingclaim.
He grasps my hips, tugging me closer and positioning me so he has access to delve a hand between my thighs. My breath catches when his fingers find my clit, rubbing gently at first, then tracing teasing circles around it. I wriggle and buck, chasing his touch where I need it most, but he stays just out of reach, working me up into a frenzy.
Then he leans in, lips brushing the shell of my ear as he murmurs, “I want to taste you,” the deep timbre of his voice rattling down to my core.
“Yes,” I gasp, clutching at his shoulders and pressing down insistently.
Rather than following my lead and dropping to his knees right there, he backs me up against the shower wall, giving me something to brace myself.Leave it to Matty to be considerate, even in the throes of passion.My pulse picks up speed as he slowly sinks down in front of me, hooking one of my legs over his shoulder and flashing me a feral grin before diving in.
“Oh fuck!” I gasp as he licks into me, his tongue moving over my pussy with deliberate, practiced strokes. My back arches, head falling back against the shower wall as I pant and moan. When his lips suction over my clit, an embarrassing string of curses and cries spills from my own.
My thighs quake, heat licking up my spine as the coil in my belly winds tight. His fingers already had me on the edge, but his tongue… ohfuck, histongue…
He flicks it against my clit as he sucks harder, and within minutes, I detonate. Stars explode behind my eyes, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me as I come undone, grinding down on his face as he laps at my center. I’m boneless, weightless, my mind lost somewhere outside my own body…
Slowly, I come back down to earth, my pulse gradually regulating as I finally manage to catch my breath. Matty’s still on his knees, gazing up at me reverently. I bury my fingers in his hair, tipping his head back further and staring down into his eyes intently.
“My turn to taste,” I declare.
His gaze turns molten as he rises to stand, towering over me as he wraps a hand around his thick shaft and gives it a stroke. My mouth instantly waters with the need to taste him on my tongue, to feel the heat of his velvety skin in my mouth.
I hit my knees, reaching out for his cock and guiding the tip to my lips. The salty taste of his precum dances over my tongue as my lips part, stretching wide to accommodate his size. He groans low in his throat as I start sliding down, taking more of him in my mouth. While my jaw needs a few seconds to relax before I can take him deep, once I’m able, there’s no holding back. My lips glide over his shaft as I start bobbing up and down, slurping and sucking and worshipping his magnificent cock like it’s my only religion.
“Shit, Blair,” Matty hisses, slapping a hand against the tiled wall at my back to brace himself. “That feels so fucking good.”
I hum around his cock in satisfaction, eliciting another guttural groan. He pulses his hips, chasing the movement of my mouth with shallow thrusts. I’m aiming to draw out his pleasure,to make him come as hard as he made me, but then he reminds me who’s really running the show here.
Matty abruptly pulls out of my mouth and yanks me up to my feet, gripping my hips and spinning me around. My breath catches as he pushes me up against the wall, the broad head of his cock pressing against my entrance from behind. I press my palms to the tile, arching my spine as he eases inside, eyes rolling back at the delicious stretch.
I pant and whine as he works his thick cock inside my tight channel, completely out of my head with lust. My body resists at first, muscles clenching around him while he sinks deeper. When he bottoms out and his hips are flush with my ass, I feel impossibly full, gasping for air as he slowly starts to move.
God, I forgot how big he is.
Pleasure builds as my body slowly adjusts, my slickness coating his shaft with every thrust.
“Damnit, Blair, you feel way too good,” Matty grits out, fingers digging bruises into my hips as he ups his pace, like he can’t help himself.
I moan in response, rocking back to meet each snap of his hips. His rhythm increases until he’s pounding into me, showing no mercy, and damnit, this is exactly what I needed. I told him I want to feel, and boy is he making me feeleverything.
