First date

Annas Savoie

Besides my panting moans of pleasure, our house is perfectly silent in the wee morning hours. It’s the type of silence I’m craving all week long, missing Leon when his job takes him miles from home. He’s here now, his massive bare body stretched out below me, strong hands lifting me above his hungry mouth. I relish our private time together without interruptions, only bliss, where I don’t have to think beyond my mate’s tongue lapping across my most sensitive parts. I grip wads of hair, thick hair that covers Leon’s head. His thick curls pick up at chest level. I peek over my shoulder, following his navel and the trail that leads to perfection. All wolf-shifters are well endowed. The pure sight of his maleness pitches me toward climax, and I desperately want him inside of me.

“You can have that when I’m done with you, baby.” Leon grips my ass, stilling my movement.

He reigns in my concentration. Almost. It’s Leon’s way to see me sated first and foremost. On Saturdays. On S