I smile down at him. He gets on his feet and closes the gap between us, his lips landing on mine, hungry and desperate. I don’t know if that one word is enough to wipe away everything he did or to believe he really trusts me now. But I know he’ll try, and that has to be enough for now.
Besides, the way my arms pull him in as I lie down on the couch, all without my permission, I don’t feel like I have a say here anyway. I was always helpless against him.
“I love you so fucking much,” he murmurs against my lips. I swallow his confession, letting it reach my very core. I feel drunk on it.
He pulls back, staring at me with intensity that sends shivers down my spine. “You're not allowed to get angry at me again.”
I snort and brush his loose strands back with my fingers. “We'll see about that.”
Lowering his head, he lightly bites my neck. “You still love me, right?”
I nod, my neck brushing his soft hair. He pulls up to look at me again. “Tell me.” His voice low.
“I love yo—” His mouth slams back to mine as he swallows my confession too.
Every brush of his lips, the stroke of his tongue, the possessive movements of his hands, is a reminder of how much I missed it. Missed him. Everything inside me lights up. I grab his hair, pulling him closer. I never want to let go again.
His hand slides over to my abdomen, pushing my T-shirt up. “I want it all off,” he says. “Now.”
I’m completely on board with the plan.
He pulls up and kneels, giving me room. I lean back against the couch, taking off my T-shirt, then slipping out of my pants and underwear. I don't want anything between us, not even fabric.
The moment his clothes are off, he’s back on top of me. Then he is everywhere, all at once. His mouth claiming my nipples. Sucking, licking, and sending shivers down my body.
He peppers kisses down to my rock-hard cock. Then tugs at it before taking me into his mouth. He’s become so good at it. With one smooth movement, he takes me into the back of his throat. His cheeks hollow as he sucks me in. My brain short-circuits.
I watch his dark, reddened lips gliding over my hard cock. There is nothing slow or sensual about this. Only claiming. The heat and warmth of his mouth clutching me, almost making me blow on the spot. I grab at his hair, helpless as he deep throats me. My thoughts blur.
Moving his hand down, he plays with my balls. “Fuck, I'm going to come if you don't stop.”
He pulls away, then drops a kiss on my belly.
“You can go ahead. No one is stopping, babe. Just know that won't be the only time you come today.”
“Don't have your werewolf refraction period. Remember?”
He laughs, then kisses his way up to my lips.
This time, when his tongue makes its way into my mouth, I taste myself on him. The feeling steals the air from my lungs. A deep, satisfied sound escapes me.
He lines his hard, leaking cock alongside mine, thrusting with every stroke of his precise tongue. Like he can’t help it. Like he needs this just as much as I do.
After not touching him for days, I have no patience to go hunt for lube. I encourage him. My body follows the rhythm until our cocks are sliding against each other faster with every breath. Our precum makes for the only lubricant. Idon’t care. My entire body buzzes. Every inch of me hums.
“Fuck, please don't stop,” I murmur against his mouth. My body gets hot as the pressure builds. My breathing turns ragged.
“Yes, that's so good,baby. So good,” he says, kissing my cheek. My nose. My neck.
Then he takes both of our dicks in his large palms, and jerks us together. My hands fly to the arm of the couch, digging my nails into the fabric.
He looks down at me, his eyes intent. “You're so, so beautiful. I missed you so much. Please don't ever do that again.”
I nod. I will agree to anything right now. As long as he keeps moving his hard body against mine. I feel hot all over. I bury my face against him. My body feels weightless. Like I’m flying. Like he’s my only tether.
“I... I love you. I trust you. Okay? Love you so much.”
I nod frantically. I feel completely exposed. Goosebumps spread over my body.
