She Lost It

T H O M A S

Hera sucks softly, the vibrations making my knees weak. She cups my balls, rolling them gently but applying just enough pressure to bring me close to orgasm.

It's an intimate area that not many women have explored, but Hera dives right in. It's like she knows exactly what I like without me having to say a word.

"Okay, that's enough," I say, pulling her off me by tugging her hair and pushing her against the bed. "If you keep that up, I'm going to come."

She grins, clearly proud of herself for getting me to the edge so quickly.

"Now it's my turn," I say with a mischievous smile, kissing the center of her chest and then moving my lips across her breasts, sucking on one nipple while pinching the other.

Her moans fuel my desire, and I continue kissing down her body, nibbling on the edge of her ribs, causing her to gasp and arch her back.

I keep going until I reach the thin fabric of her panties, and with one swift motion, I tear them off.

"Fuck," she exclaims, her pussy glistening with need. I spread her legs apart, unable to wait any longer.

I need to taste her. My wolf is urging me to do it too. I bury my head between her thighs, sucking her clit into my mouth, and she cries out, gripping the silk sheets tightly. She's so responsive as if no one has ever touched her before, and it drives me wild.

I slide a finger inside her, and my eyes roll back in pleasure as I feel how tight and wet, she is.

"Oh my God, Thomas," she moans, her nails digging into my shoulders.

There's nothing that pleases me more than a passionate lover. It's a clear sign that I'm doing something right.

I slide another finger in, teasing her clit and moving my hand vigorously. The sounds escaping her mouth are so sexy, some guys would pay to hear them, but not me. I feel lucky to be the one she chose for pleasure, and I don't take that for granted.

"Thomas. Oh God, Thomas!" she exclaims, hitting my shoulder as her brows furrow and lips tighten while her pussy clenches around my fingers, signaling she's close to climaxing.

My cock throbs, so I grind it against the mattress for some relief. I push my fingers deeper inside her, pushing her over the edge. She screams my name.

And my fingers are covered in her wetness, her moans sweeter than any song played by the DJ tonight. I pull away and bring my soaked fingers to my mouth, cleaning them with a lick.

She watches with flushed cheeks.

"You smell amazing." There’s something in her scent that makes me addicted. I know that she’s more than a she-wolf. She’s special.

"Thomas," she murmurs, suddenly shy as if she didn't just shout my name for everyone to hear.

It's a good thing no one can.

Hera looks away, so I use my wet fingers to turn her face towards me.

"Don't look away from me tonight, understand?" I grab my cock and press it against her entrance, a voice in the back of my mind reminding me I'm forgetting something, but I'm too lost in the moment to care.

She's hot and tight, and as I slowly enter her, I groan while she whimpers.

I know I'm big, so I take my time filling her. I want this to be pleasurable for her as well, or there's no point in continuing.

Collapsing on top of her, I hold her head between my arms and lean in, kissing her passionately before thrusting my hips forward.

My eyes fly open when she cries out.

I lean back and gaze down at her in confusion. “You’re a virgin?” I attempt to move away, not bothered by the fact that she's never been touched by a man before because it's satisfying me in ways I didn't realize I cared about.

“No, please don’t stop. I'm sorry. If I had told you, you probably wouldn’t have touched me. It was one of the things I wanted to do tonight. I didn’t want to be a virgin anymore.”

“And now you're not.” I hover over her once more, looking at where we're connected. “I'm glad to be the man you chose for this occasion.”

“It's not a big deal,” she hisses in pain as I pull out, only to slide back in.

With a hand on her throat, I'm in her face, my lips brushing against hers but not to kiss. But to make a point.

“It is a big deal,” I growl, thrusting my hips forward, and her nails dig into my back. “I'm the only man who has touched you, and you have no idea what that does to me.”

“Then show it,” she challenges, sucking my bottom lip into her mouth.

She releases it with a pop, and with a sneer, I rise from her body, keeping one hand on her throat while the other rests on her thigh.

I look down, observing as I move in and out of her, a faint trace of blood on my cock, triggering something primal inside me.

“You were meant to take my cock, weren’t you? This beautiful pussy was waiting for me. You needed to be treated right, and no other man will ever do that for you but me.”

“Yes. Yes, I waited. All for you.”

I want to blame the desire and my wolf instinct, but I find myself lost in the idea and fantasy that these words were not spoken in the heat of the moment.

She tweaks her nipples while I delve into her depths, our skin smacking together with each forceful thrust. The bed hits the wall, and it bangs louder with each movement because I push against her harder.

Her breasts bounce, and her requests for more push me to give her more of myself, more of this sensation flowing between us. It's an intensity I've never experienced before. With other women, I have sex with them and then adjust their underwear before sending them on their way. I never get satisfied. And up to now, I am not acknowledging any mate. Before the Elders presented to me a candidate to be my Luna, I rejected it right away.

And it's always the same empty feeling I'm left with afterward.

But Hera is making me question if she's the one to put an end to all that.

I grab her arms and lift her onto my lap. Sitting on my knees, I wrap hers around my hips. We moan together. Her hands grip my shoulders as she attempts to match my movements. I turn her head, pressing my lips against hers as we lose ourselves in pleasure.

She whimpers against my mouth, and my fingers dig into her hip. I grab hold, using it to guide her faster on my member. Her wetness slides up and down on me, the slickness of her desire dripping down my shaft.

"You feel amazing," I inform her, shifting my hands to grab her buttocks. "Look at you taking me so well. You're a good little virgin, fucking me like you own me." She does. I have a feeling that when tomorrow arrives, I'll be reminiscing about this moment.

"I can't handle it all," she complains, sounding like she wishes she could.

"Take what you can," I reply, thrusting deeper until her mouth falls open.

My hand lands on the bed, and I lean back, observing her ride me. I'm torn on where to focus. I can either watch her take me in or watch her breasts bounce with each movement she makes.

"Ahh, I'm close. Thomas, oh my, you feel so good. Don't stop. Please, don't stop."

I won't stop until someone kills me. I push her onto her stomach, then onto her knees, keeping her face down with my hand between her shoulder blades.

Using her hips for leverage, I thrust in, her cries of pleasure getting louder. I wrap her ruined, curly hair around my wrist, pulling her back against my chest.

"I'll wake you up in the middle of the night and take you again," I tell her. "You'll remember the stranger who took your virginity for days."

She's tight around me, trying to pull away as she moans desperately. I can feel how wet she is, knowing she's close.

I press her down on the bed with all my strength. Kissing her shoulders, I turn her head and our lips meet, her orgasm tightening every muscle in her body.

Her climax triggers mine, and I release with a groan, thrusting forward with each spasm.

"Thomas," she moans, pushing her ass against me, making me go deeper.

I roll us to our sides, holding her from behind. I don't want to let her go. Her warmth is too comforting. She tries to move, but I hold her tighter. "Don't leave. Stay."