6. Take All of Me

Mi Amor Mia

I set her down just long enough to start removing her dress. The fabric slid off her shoulders, down her body, and pooling at her feet. She wasn’t wearing a bra, just a scrap of lace that could generously be called underwear.

“Fuck,” I breathed, taking her in.

She was perfect. All curves and smooth skin and the kind of body that made men write poetry or start wars. Her breasts were full and perfect, nipples already hard from arousal or the cool air conditioning. Her waist dipped in before flaring to hips that I wanted to grip while I…

She reached for me again, and I caught her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand. Her eyes went wide, pupils dilated with lust and alcohol, and I saw her breath catch.

“My turn,” I said, my voice coming out rougher than intended.

I kissed down her neck, her collarbone, taking my time despite the urgency screaming through my veins. When I reached her breasts, I took one nipple into my mouth and sucked hard. She arched against me with a gasp that was almost a sob, and I felt her knees buckle slightly.

“Oh God,” she whimpered.

I moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention while my free hand explored the rest of her. Her skin was impossibly soft, and she was so responsive. Every touch made her gasp or moan or press closer.

I released her wrists and scooped her up again, carrying her to the bed. She landed on the expensive sheets with a small bounce, her hair fanning out around her like a dark halo. For a moment, I just looked at this devastating, broken, beautiful woman who’d walked into my life and turned everything upside down in the span of five minutes.

“Come here,” she said, reaching for me, and there was something in her voice, a desperation that matched my own.

I stripped off the rest of my clothes and joined her on the bed. She pulled me down for another kiss, her legs wrapping around my waist, and I could feel how wet she was even through that scrap of lace.

“Please,” she breathed against my mouth, and the sound of her begging nearly undid me.

I kissed down her body, taking my time despite her impatient whimpers. When I reached her hips, I hooked my fingers in her underwear and pulled it off slowly, revealing her completely.

She was glistening, already so ready for me. But I wanted to taste her first, wanted to make her fall apart before I took her.

I settled between her legs and looked up at her. Her eyes were hazy with alcohol and need, her lips parted, her chest heaving with anticipation.

“Watch me,” I commanded, and lowered my mouth to her.

The first taste of her made my wolf howl. She was sweet and tangy and absolutely perfect. I explored her with my tongue, learning what made her gasp, what made her moan, what made her hips buck against my face.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh…” Her words dissolved into incoherent sounds as I focused on her clit, sucking and licking until her thighs trembled around my head.

She was close. I could feel it in the way her muscles tensed, and hear it in the pitch of her moans. I slid two fingers inside her while my mouth continued its work, and she shattered.

Her orgasm hit her like a wave, her back arching off the bed, and her hands fisting in my hair hard enough to hurt. I collected every drop of her release with my mouth, groaning at the taste, and at the feel of her pulsing around my fingers.

When she finally went limp, her chest heaving, I kissed my way back up her body. She looked wrecked, lips swollen, cheeks flushed, eyes glazed with satisfaction.

“That was…” she started, but couldn’t seem to finish the sentence.

I positioned myself at her entrance, my cock already leaking precum, desperate to be inside her. But when I started to push in, I felt resistance. She was tight, impossibly tight and I realized with sudden clarity that either she hadn’t done this in a very long time, or whoever she’d been with before hadn’t been particularly well-endowed.

I was neither small nor particularly patient, but something in me didn’t want to hurt her.

“Hang on,” I murmured, withdrawing slightly. She made a sound of protest, her hips lifting to follow me, and I nearly lost my resolve.

Instead, I slid my fingers back inside her, working her slowly, adding a third finger when she was ready. She was still sensitive from her first orgasm, and it didn’t take long before she was writhing beneath me again, her wetness coating my hand.

“Please,” she begged again. “Please, I need…I need you inside me.”

“I know, baby. I know.” I removed my fingers and positioned myself again. This time when I pressed forward, she was ready.

Her breath hitched with every bit of progress, her nails digging into my shoulders. I watched her face carefully, looking for signs of pain, but all I saw was pleasure mixed with relief.

“You feel incredible,” I groaned when I was finally fully seated inside her. “So perfect. Like you were made for me.”

She opened her eyes and looked at me with an intensity that stole my breath. For a moment, we just stayed like that, connected, and trembling, on the edge of something that felt far bigger than just sex.

Then she wrapped her legs around my waist and said, “Move.”

I didn’t need to be told twice.

I started slow, letting her adjust to my size, but she wasn’t having it. She met me thrust for thrust, her hips rising to take me deeper, her moans growing louder with each movement. The sounds she made were obscene and beautiful, little gasps, and whispers. She called out to a name, but it wasn’t mine.

I pushed the thought away and focused on her.

“Harder,” she demanded, and I was happy to oblige.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her into each thrust, setting a punishing pace that had the headboard slamming against the wall. I could tell she loved it by the way she cried out, the way her inner walls clenched around me, and the look of absolute ecstasy on her face.

“That’s it,” I growled. “Take it. Take all of me.”

“Yes, yes, oh God, yes…”

I felt her orgasm building again, her body tensing in that telltale way. I reached between us and rubbed her clit, and she exploded.

This orgasm was even more intense than the first. She screamed loudly, her entire body convulsing around me. The sensation of her pulsing, gripping me so tight I could barely move, was too much.

My own orgasm hit me like a freight train. I buried myself as deep as I could go and came with a roar, filling her with everything I had. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, and I couldn’t stop, couldn’t pull out, and couldn’t do anything but empty myself completely inside her while she milked every last drop.

When it finally subsided, I collapsed beside her, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst from my chest.