The cool water of the hidden spring still feels a bit bracing but not enough to douse the heat building inside me. Marlow's touch is like a match to kindling, igniting a blaze that no amount of water can quench. His fingers trace a path along my back, past the base of my spine before sliding down and finding my crack. I stiffen, the water sloshing around us as his fingers circle my hole with a maddening gentleness that makes me crave more.
“You know, maybe nature isn’t so bad," he murmurs, his finger slick with water and pressing firmly against my entrance. "I could get used tothis, enjoying a nice soak in the great outdoors while I play with your hole."
I forget the circumstances we're in and release a moan that fills the air around us.
"Yeah, big bad wolf," Marlow encourages. "Let me hear you."
“That’s a terrible idea. How do you have the worst self-preservation instincts?”
"My instincts for having a good time are spot on. Live dangerously for a moment," he urges. “I like having you like this, all loose and incoherent."
"Perfectly coherent," I protest.
"I'll have to try harder then." His finger presses with enough pressure that it pushes inside just enough, enough to tempt me with the promise of more. "Unless you want me to stop."
"Don't you dare," I growl.
"Aww, you do like me fingering you."
"I'll claw you to pieces if you stop," I warn, the words coming out as more of a plea than a threat.
"Oh, I don't believe you, big bad wolf. You like this too much, don't you? You like when I do this."
He's playing with me and teasing. Opening me a little at a time, dipping his finger in and back out, in no hurry. I'm gnashing my teeth and trying not to beg, practically vibrating with need by the time he's got two fingers knuckle deep inside me.
"Oh, fuck," I gasp, my hips jerking involuntarily as Marlow's fingers curl just right, hitting that sweet spot within me.
"Is that where you need me, huh?" Marlow's voice is a husky whisper. "My fingers making you feel all nice?"
All I can manage is a low, drawn-out, "Mmmm." His fingers work expertly, each press and curl sending jolts of pleasure radiating through me.
"You're almost purring," he comments. "Thought that was cats, not wolves."
I want to retort, but the words die on my tongue as his fingers press deeper, the sensation robbing me of coherent thought.
"Fun as this is, I think I'd rather prop you up on that rock over there and take you right now."
I moan at the thought. Marlow grins and pulls back, floating away from me. He hops out of the spring and onto the rock near the side, patting the smooth stone. “Be a good wolf and get over here.”
"A good wolf? I'm not a damn dog." I swim over to him at the edge of the spring. "You be a good demon and give me your dick, or else."
Instead of realizing the dire threat of having a grumpy wolf shifter on his hands, Marlow grins. "God, you're cute when you make demands."
"Cute?" A snarling werewolf isn't cute, even one with a cock as hard as mine. “You’re demented.”
"Cute in an unbelievably sexy way," he corrects, planting a kiss on my cheek. "It makes me wanna..."
"What?"
"Give you exactly what you need." He grins. "More of me."
Maybe I'm the demented one because that sounds fantastic.
Marlow maneuvers me against the rock, face up. It's a little annoying since I won't have much leverage on my back, but the angle is right so that he can slide right in. He drops down into the spring, positioning himself between my knees.
He lines himself up and pushes his cock into me, steady and sure, not stopping until he's fully seated inside.
I arch off the rock. "Oh, fuck!"
