Dark Heart Wolf - Haley Weir Page 0,18

threw her head back, fingers curling against his chest. “It feels…”

“Right,” Sam finished.

“Yes. It feels right.” Mary Ann’s eyes closed, and a beautiful flush covered her cheeks, neck, and chest. Her entire body shivered as Sam rolled his hips, stroking the head of his member against her pleasure pearl. “Sam! Please…”

He pushed up on his hands, bringing them chest to chest as she sat in his lap. Sam kissed her temple before nibbling her ear. “You don’t know what you’re askin’ for, Mary. I don’t want to hurt you. Let me take my time.” With a speed that boggled the mind, Sam flipped them over and slotted between her thighs, using his knees to spread her legs open.

~*~

Sam fell over her like the wolf he was. The smile on his face was absolutely treacherous, and Mary Ann felt like prey ensnared by his trap. And she loved it. She licked her suddenly dry lips and Sam’s eyes flickered down to her mouth. His jaw twitched as if he were fighting off some invisible force that kept him in control. But Mary Ann didn’t want him in control. She was tired of thinking, of both of them being trapped so deep in their thoughts that they were filled with regret. “Will it hurt?” Mary Ann asked, getting his attention once more.

She watched as he lowered his hand to her nether curls and stroked the velvet petals between her legs. Mary Ann felt her pulse quicken as he prodded her opening with a gentle finger. Sam’s eyes flashed with lust...and something much softer. “I don’t mean to boast, Mary, but I’m a very big man. You’re built much smaller than most women, so I could hurt you if I don’t take this slow—”

“How long will the pain last?”

“Usually, the worst of it is over in about a minute or so, but it’ll be uncomfortable until you adjust to my size. If we rush, I could tear you, and the last thing I want is for you to look back on your first time and think only of pain.” Sam peppered her face with kisses as his hand explored her. She tracked the rise and fall of his chest as she focused on the sensation of his touch.

Mary Ann was impatient. She wanted his claim as much as she wanted his love. Her nails dug into his shoulders. With a deep breath, she shoved her hips toward his finger and felt herself stretch around the digit. Sam was aware enough to pull back before he could break through the barrier inside. Mary Ann bit her lip and breathed through her nose until the sting subsided.

“Goddamn it, Mary! Don’t you ever do somethin’ like that again.”

She moved her hand to cup his cheek. “I’m all right, Sam. It doesn’t hurt anymore. Please…” But no matter how much she begged, he took his time. Those thick fingers stretched her one by one until three were nestled within her clenching channel. Mary Ann thrust against his hand, rubbing herself against the calloused palm that cupped her. “Ssss...Sam!”

Mary Ann felt herself nearing that burst of pleasure, but he removed his fingers at the very last second. She opened her mouth to protest only to gasp in shock as he sucked his fingers into his mouth with a satisfied groan. Mary Ann had never seen anything so erotic, but she had a feeling she was about to experience many new things as Sam scrambled to his knees beside the bed. His large hands gripped her ankles and yanked her towards him.

“What are you doin’, Sam?” Mary Ann asked as he placed her legs over his shoulders. She covered her face, feeling as though she might die of embarrassment. But the hot gust of air that fluttered over her mound caused her head to shoot off of the bed. “What?”

His fingers parted her open. “I need to taste you…”

She wanted to shove him away, to maintain at least some of her innocence, but Sam had other things in mind. Mary Ann had no choice but to watch the pink of his tongue disappear from sight as he leaned in and...Mary Ann attempted to slam her legs shut, but his hold was too strong. He pressed her hips to the mattress. The obscene sound of slurping filled the room as her body convulsed beneath his ministrations. Sam moaned and growled against her flesh, causing vibrations to tickle along her nerves. “Heavens! Sam...stop...wait...no...don’t stop.”

He chuckled between her legs and traced every