Page 22 of New Blood (Werewolf Alliance #1)
He was getting drunk on her taste, on the soft breaths that they exchanged, while he caressed her round cheeks and pressed her more tightly to his groin, while rubbing his cock on her.
He was still as hard as a crow bar, and he could smell her arousal heightening.
He briefly released her lips and lifted her into his arms. He carefully lowered her onto the ground, making sure to place her on a spot where moss and soft leaves covered the cold, hard ground.
Again, he captured her lips and kissed her, while he settled at her side, half his body braced over her.
In this position, he could caress her while he kissed her.
As he began to knead her breasts and caress her nipples, he felt her breathing change.
Her heart began to beat faster, while her moans and sighs became more pronounced.
He slid one hand down her body, traveling over her stomach, then the coarse hair that guarded her sex, before dipping deeper.
When his fingers encountered warm, wet flesh, he moaned and released her lips.
He scooted down a few inches and licked over one breast before sucking one nipple into his mouth.
Danielle moaned out loud, gasping just as he rubbed his finger over her pussy, gathering some of the juices that dripped from her, before he moved higher again.
He found her clitoris and rubbed his wet finger over the tiny organ, eliciting a soft gasp from her.
Relieved that he’d found the right spot, he began to tenderly caress her, taking his time.
There was no hurry. He wanted to give her pleasure and watch her experience ecstasy.
Already now, it looked as if her entire body was taking on a rose blush.
Every inch of her skin seemed to glow and felt hot to the touch.
It was the fact that she was in sexual heat that assured that she wasn’t cold out here in the woods.
Kissing and licking her breasts, and caressing her pussy with his fingers, wasn’t enough anymore.
He needed more. Letting her nipple pop from his mouth, he scooted further down her body.
He pushed her legs apart and settled in the space he’d made for himself before he lowered his face to her pussy.
When he briefly glanced up, he noticed her watching him, her lips red, her eyes drunk with passion.
“I want you,” he murmured, and lowered his lips to her pussy, while spreading her female flesh, opening her up to him, so he could lick over her slit.
He gathered her juices on his tongue and swallowed.
A shudder went through him, and he closed his eyes, allowing the sensation to travel to every cell of his body.
It felt as if tiny fireworks were exploding inside his body, sending shockwaves through him.
He’d always loved licking women, but he’d never experienced the kind of intensity that he felt now.
Without hesitation, he licked and sucked Danielle’s beautiful pussy, alternately licking tenderly, then changing his tempo and rhythm to adjust it to Danielle’s breathing.
Her clitoris was swollen now, and with every lap and every tug, she moaned, her hand now in his hair, holding onto him.
“Jude,” she cried out. “Please, so close, I need you inside me.”
At any other time, he would have rejoiced at her words and followed her demand instantly, but he couldn’t.
She was in heat, and if he thrust his cock into her, he’d come within seconds, unable to pull out in time to prevent conception.
He couldn’t do that to her. He couldn’t put her in the same situation Danielle’s father had put her mother in. It wasn’t fair to her.
He wanted to howl, to scream at the unfairness of his situation, but he didn’t. Instead, he pushed the thoughts away, pushed his own need back, and concentrated on Danielle and the little he could give her. A night of pleasure without consequences.
With his tongue, he painted tight circles around her clit, brushing over it with more rapid strokes, while with his middle finger, he thrust inside her, mimicking the movements of his cock.
He suddenly felt her body stiffen, and a moment later, he felt her spasm under his touch, her interior muscles contracting around his finger over and over again.
A long exhale came over Danielle’s lips as she finally stilled. He pulled his finger from her slowly, before scooting up to her and rolling on his side next to her. He brought his head to hers and kissed her tenderly.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured.
Then he took his still-hard cock into his hand and began to tug.
“Let me,” Danielle said and put her hand over his.
There was a silent understanding between them. She knew that he couldn’t find release inside her body. It was too risky and utterly irresponsible.
He let go of his cock and allowed her to take him into her soft hand.
“Thank you.”
He captured her lips again and kissed her passionately, his hand on her nape, his thumb caressing her neck and jawline.
He allowed himself to be carried away by his imagination, where his cock wasn’t in her hand but in her pussy, and he thrust deep and hard, relentlessly, to give them both the pleasure they were seeking. The release that they needed.
He felt her soft skin around him, the tenderness and passion with which she took care of him.
He felt sparks ignite between them, a kindling for the passion and desire between them.
He couldn’t stop the fire even if he’d wanted to.
His body felt as if it were floating when his cock suddenly spasmed and his seed exploded from the tip.
For a few more moments, he continued thrusting into Danielle’s welcoming hand, enjoying the moment of utter bliss.
In her arms, he was whole, and the world made sense.
He wasn’t sure how long they lay there in each other’s arms. It could have been a second, a minute, or an hour. He had no concept of time; the only sensation was that of being skin-to-skin with Danielle, like fate had destined for them. But fate was cruel.
“We have to go back,” Danielle said, her voice distant.
“Yes.”
“This can never happen again.”
He didn’t reply. He knew she was right. But acknowledging it meant setting it in stone. And he couldn’t do that. He wasn’t ready for that. And he wasn’t sure if he would ever be ready for it.