fingers graced the side of my face as I began making love to her lips with my own, drawing out the movements so they were slow and sensual. I invited Emma’s tongue into my mouth, but our dance was soft and gentle as I tangled a hand into her red hair. She came closer to me, climbing into my lap. I wrapped my arms around her hips and held her as her legs enclosed around my form, urging me to come nearer. I took my time, savoring the way she tasted and enjoying each sensation as it ran over my core. My wolfish instincts demanded I hurry, go faster, but I told them to wait. Emma bit softly down on my lower lip, and I let out a groan that a shifter could only make when he had his mate near.
The fireplace crackled in the background, and as I continued kissing her, it grew too warm for the blankets— or clothes, for that matter. Emma yanked off her shirt, but I grabbed her wrist before she could discard any more items.
“Slow down,” I told her. “There’s no need to rush.”
Her look was… confused. “I don’t feel like pumping the brakes.”
“Perhaps just drive a little slower.” I brought her breasts to my lips. I kissed and licked them with delight, honoring her body as her head began to loll backward. I unclipped her bra and let it fall away, continuing to lavish attention on her body, and nothing else.
Emma’s hands threaded in my hair and played with the strands as I sucked on her tender nipples. She let out a soft moan, and her nails drew along my back. When her sounds became desperate and longing, I pulled off my own shirt. With her legs still wrapped around my middle, I stood up and carried her to the bed.
Emma had this look of wonder in her eyes as I laid her down on the mattress. The lights of the cabin were sparkling against her emerald orbs, and I slowly unbuttoned her jeans. I removed them and took her leg in my grasp, trailing my lips up her skin. I started at the ankle and abandoned the quest at the top of her thigh. I did the same with the other leg, until her chest was heaving. Only then did I grab her panties in my mouth and drag them off of her. As I did so, her form trembled.
“Why are you teasing me like this?” Her body curled as I dragged my hands over her form, massaging her breasts, rubbing her legs and squeezing her ass.
“You deserve the romance.” We’d been taking things too fast. Sex was great, but the need I felt to be with Emma was so dire, it was often over with before either of us had time to enjoy it. I finally felt like I had some self-control, and I was taking advantage of it by giving Emma the experience of a lifetime.
I knelt at the edge of the bed and adorned love to her center, tongue prodding and clicking over her most gentle parts. Her sweet taste filled my mouth, and it drove my wolf mad. Again I told it to quiet, and instead enjoyed the bliss of giving Emma a powerful climax. She twisted and turned on the bed in slow motion, until she cried out and her back arched off the bed. I grabbed her thighs and held her down, not satisfied with merely one. She came again, and I increased the speed at which I pleasured her until she was gasping for release.
She was still panting when I stood. I walked to the edge of the bed, and loomed over her. Emma rolled over and reached for my pants, yanking them down and sliding my manhood into her mouth.
Fuck, this always felt amazing. And she was incredible at it. Emma seemed to be an expert at giving affection to my cock, as each motion of her lips drove me insane. My sensitive dick jerked with every teasing lick, and as her tongue gave a flick to my head, my eyes rolled backward.
I denied myself the pleasure of allowing her to go farther, though it wounded me. I gently crawled beside her. I lay on my back, and began the work of taking off my pants and removing my prosthetic. I didn’t have to, but it was a pain in the ass to have on during sex, though Emma’s demanding hands on my dick