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I drew a breath at the sensations she drew through me. “You’d be surprised how much thought…” But my words came out in a stutter, and I couldn’t quite think of exactly how to phrase my sentence.
Before I could ask what she’d wanted to do about my aroused state, she sank to the floor and kissed the tip, swirling her tongue over me. I sucked in a breath. No teasing or preamble this time.
She cupped my balls and rolled them gently in her palm as she took more of me into her mouth, and I swallowed a groan. Her tongue slid up and down my shaft as her mouth moved, and my fingers tangled into her hair once more, although I held back, keeping the pressure light, just letting her know I was there.
She worked her hand along with her mouth, sending electric sensations of pleasure through me, and I gasped.
I tugged her hair a little. “Not like this,” I murmured. This way felt…selfish when I could bring her pleasure, too, when Iwantedto bring her pleasure.
She glanced up, and I met her eyes. Watching my cock disappear into her mouth nearly undid me, but I drew her to stand against me before I lifted her, my hands cupping her ass as I rested her back more firmly against the tile and smoothed my cock over her clit, teasing her with the contact.
She moaned at the sudden pressure there.
“Again?” I asked the question, but didn’t wait for an answer before I teased her a second time.
She wrapped her legs around my waist and pressed her lips to mine, her tongue probing into my mouth as she began to rock against me, angling her body to show me what she wanted, drawing my cock deeper into her folds until I nudged inside her.
She gasped, and I stopped moving.
“More,” she whispered.
I chuckled. “Can I give you a tip?”
She laughed as well. “I’d rather have the whole thing.”
At her words, I slid smoothly inside her, and her body gripped around me. Once inside, I rested a moment before sliding back out and then in again, building a gradual rhythm as the water pounded against my back and I pounded into her, forcing small gasps and moans of pleasure from her. Each sound increased my excitement, but I wanted to send her over the edge, too.
“Touch yourself.” I growled out the command as I held back from taking too much pleasure for myself. If I did, it would all be over far too quickly.
She moved her fingers to where she needed the touch most. It was probably pretty crowded down there, but I rocked against her again, pressing our bodies tight, sandwiching her hand between us, and she let out a sigh at the fresh sensation.
The more I moved, the more she gasped, and I picked up my pace, until she shuddered, and her legs tightened around me. When her pussy throbbed, holding me tight in waves that clenched me, then receded, and her breathing was unstructured, my balls pulled up against me, and I released.
But I remained standing, buried deep inside her, unmovable as a statue as I took deep lungfuls of breath against her hair. No matter what soap she used, her jasmine scent was always stronger, and it teased me.
After a moment, she giggled softly. “I probably need another wash.”
I washed her a second time, and we got out of the shower. I passed her my robe, and it swallowed her like I’d hoped it would, a visible reminder of my protection and our size difference. It had the added benefit of mingling our scents on an item of my clothing.
I watched her in my bedroom, combing through her hair and using the blow drier I’d found buried in a closet. Her movements were natural and comfortable and confident, and I liked that she treated my home as her own.
There was no hesitancy as she reached for the things she needed, no real disturbance in her routine.
Pleasure glowed warmly inside me. I wanted her here. I wanted her to always be mine. My wolf was happy.
It was time to make dinner, though, so I led her through the condo to a bar stool while I opened the fridge and cupboards and examined the contents. I wanted to cook for her rather than simply order in. But there wasn’t a whole lot to choose from. That was the downside of too many working hours. Food went bad, so I rarely bought anything I might not use.
“Omelets?” I glanced at her after assessing my options and waited for her response.
“Sounds good,” she responded as she tucked my robe around herself and fluffed her hair a little.
Maybe we should just always stay just like this. She seemed to like it here and I’d never need to worry if she was safe. She’d have all the protection my pack could offer.
Perhaps I should just never let her out again.
Of course, there was one very easy way to offer all of my protection and my home as hers at the same time, but I’d never thought I might consider it again. And Jo might not like it at all.
Although she’d probably see it was reasonable. If I put it to her in the right way. I just couldn’t scare her off with big promises or declarations.
