jeans until it gave, then she slipped her hand behind the zipper. With his cock so hard, it was a tight fit, but she wiggled it in there anyway, making him groan.
With her free hand, Amalija tugged the zipper down, then pulled at his jeans so they fell to his upper thighs before she gave a contented sigh and wrapped her small hand around his shaft.
Already, it was too much. If he didn’t slow things down, he’d be done in minutes, and if he was going to get to enjoy her body again, he wanted to take the time to enjoy it.
He pulled his mouth from hers, and she whimpered. “You said you wanted my fingers…”
She peppered his jaw with kisses, scraping her teeth along the edge. “And your mouth,” she admitted.
Pulling her against him, he lifted her so that her feet no longer touched the ground and carried her back to the blanket. He lay her on her back, then stood there, looking his fill. Every part of her was perfect. Her lips, open and pouty, were swollen from his kiss. Her breasts heaved as she waited for him to come to her. The same greedy, little fingers that had wrapped themselves around his cock moments before now clutched the blanket on either side of her. She was the perfect image of want and need, and he couldn’t resist her. But that didn’t mean he would rush. No. The last time—the only time—they had been together, it had been fast and furious. This time, he wanted to find every pleasure point in her body and use them to make her scream his name.
He lowered himself over her, but when she brought her arms up to his shoulders and her legs around his waist, he stopped. “We’re playing by my rules. Hands and legs down. Don’t move until I say so,” he ordered.
Her hands went back to gripping the blanket, and she put her feet on the ground, her knees splayed wide, giving him full access.
“Much better,” he said as he sank onto her. His cock, hard as steel, rested between her legs, so close to where he wanted to be, but he wouldn’t give in that easily. With his weight behind him, he tilted his pelvis, stroking her with his shaft. Her eyes fluttered shut, and her lips parted with a soft sigh. “Like that, do you?”
“So much,” she admitted.
When she didn’t move, he repeated the thrust, and she moaned again. “Such a good girl. But that’s not what you asked for, is it?”
“Yes, it is,” she said, her voice breathless. “I said I wanted your cock.”
“You did,” he thrust against her again. “But you also said you wanted my fingers. And my mouth. And my tongue,” he reminded her.
With her cheeks flushed a pretty pink and her lips parted, he wanted to devour every inch of her. He gave her another long, hard kiss, not letting up until she arched into him with a helpless whimper. Trailing his tongue down her neck, he licked and kissed his way to her collarbone, where he gave her skin a little nip. His wolf surged forward, begging for a deeper bite, but he kept it light, teasing her. She gasped, then moaned, but still, she didn’t move.
Her breasts heaved up and down with her haggard breaths, teasing him. With his mouth poised over her right nipple, he darted his tongue out, flicked the tip over her tight peak, then captured it in his mouth. He sucked gently at first, preparing her. By the time he finished with the right and moved to the left, her soft, little pants and moans came closer and closer together. If he wasn't careful, she’d come before he got to taste her, and he didn’t want that to happen. Not this time.
Pulling his lips away, he waited until she opened her eyes and focused them on him. “First the fingers,” he said as he trailed them down her belly to that soft spot she had been circling before. He hesitated only a moment before sliding one finger between her folds. He expected her wetness, anticipated it, but even still, the slickness of it on his finger sent a jolt through him right to his cock, making it jerk. Soon, he would take her again, but not
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