Isabel and the Wolf: (Part 1) by Ariana Hawkes Read Free Book Online Page B

expression in his amber ones inscrutable. Slowly, deliberately, he turned his head sideways and fastened his entire mouth over her throat. Isabel felt his teeth closing around her windpipe, and, gently, but very definitely, he shook his head. Immediately, she went still. Were his jaws strong enough to crush her throat? She didn’t know, but it seemed possible. Her breathing was shallow, but she felt unafraid. After a few seconds, he let go, and his tongue returned to the hollow at the base of Isabel’s throat, softly circling it. She lay quietly, a deep calm coming over her.
    Now, The Wolf straightened up and sat back on his haunches. He pulled Isabel’s knees up, so her legs were bent in front of him, then pushed them apart. He lay down again, with one leg on either side of him this time. She felt the unmistakable bulge of his erection pressing between her thighs, and the evident sign of his arousal excited her more. But, a second later, he shifted lower on the sofa, so his mouth was once again level with her throat, and she stifled a cry of frustration. Starting at her collarbones, he traced a burning path with his tongue, down to the valley between her breasts. His hands cupped each breast, as his tongue gave them flickering licks, one after the other. Isabel began to tremble. The way he was caressing her breasts was incredible, and he hadn’t even touched her nipples yet, maddeningly circling around them instead. She looked down and saw that her nipples were hard peaks, aching for him to take them into his mouth. At last, he stopped teasing her, and his tongue flickered over her right nipple. Isabel’s body jerked in response. She was amazed, her breasts had never been this sensitive before. The Wolf’s mouth was doing something crazy to her! He took her whole nipple into his mouth and sucked on it gently. His left hand continued cupping her breast, squeezing it slightly. He began to suck harder, drawing more of her breast into his mouth. The sensation was intensely erotic. Isabel watched him. This was nothing like the half-hearted licks she was used to from Jason, who said he loved breasts but had no idea what to do with them. She had the strangest sense that he was feeding from her, suckling her.
    Eventually, he took his mouth off her nipple, satisfied, and moved straight onto the other one. Isabel sighed happily. Her urgency was gone; instead, she was wallowing in waves of pleasure. After she didn’t know how long, The Wolf had taken his fill of her breasts and his tongue moved to the valley running down the center of her body. He moved further down the sofa, and his light, flickering licks spanned out, across her stomach, and into the soft hollow of her belly button, shooting a direct connection with her clit.
    Isabel cried out as he nipped at her skin from time to time, but kept her eyes shut, willing him to keep going lower and lower. His mouth moved to the gentle slope between her hipbones, and then – finally – his teeth grazed her Mount of Venus. Her eyes flew open and she bit down on her bottom lip in anticipation. Suddenly, he clasped her thighs in his huge hands, and spread them even wider than they were already. He held his face inches away from her pussy and inhaled. It wasn’t the animal sniff of before, but a gentler, more sensual breath, and he let out a sound, somewhere between a growl and a purr, which left his appreciation of her scent in no doubt. Something tight inside her unwound itself. Isabel loved her own smell, and she was relieved that The Wolf was a fan of it too. He lifted his face a little and lightly ran two fingers along her outer labia. At the first touch of his hand on her sensitive skin, her body gave a violent jerk, hard enough that she was worried she’d break his nose. He barely seemed to have noticed though. With his fingertips, he spread her outer labia, exposing her petal-like inner labia, and the hard, swollen bud of her clit. Isabel squirmed. The exposure made her