Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book
I had never been one for cuddling with females when they’d stay the night. But then again, none of them had been Haven. It seemed everything I thought I knew about myself was wrong. Having her back in my life was like waking up, like realizing I had been dead without her.
I lifted my head to kiss her shoulder, my lips drawing a line back and forth across her bare flesh. My hands roamed her smooth skin, skimming her hips and thighs with one while the other that was wrapped underneath her body squeezed her small breast, pinching her nipple between my fingers so it peeked out at me as I gazed down at her.
Memories of the previous night flooded my mind as I continued my morning exploration of her responsive little body. I had not expected her to keep up with my stamina, but she was just as insatiable as me. After I’d taken her again on the bed, letting her ride me to our orgasms, we moved to the bathroom, where we didn’t even make it into the shower before I was entering her pussy from behind, her hands bracing herself on the vanity.
Then I took her again in the shower, holding her in my arms with her back pressed against the tile wall, her cries and shouts of my name echoing around us and driving me to take her even harder.
I’d tried so hard to hold myself back from her at the beach, thinking she wouldn’t be able to handle the way I wanted to have her, thinking my lycan would insist on finalizing our claim, but I had been wrong on both counts. She took everything I gave her, even asking me for more, and my lycan, while excited to have her, was content with knowing we needed to wait to mark her as ours.
I buried my nose in the base of her neck, where her hairline met her skin, absorbing her scent that now carried a hint of mine. I wanted it to be mixed completely, though. I wanted everyone to know she was mine.
My fingers dipped between her thighs, and I groaned as I found her soaking wet still, and felt how swollen her clit was. She was more ravenous than any she-wolf I’d been with, and I was all about it.
I removed my fingers, and in her half-asleep state, her hips moved, following my hand, seeking my touch, a needy moan leaving her mouth.
“What’s wrong?” I teased, my hand splaying across her belly and holding her still.
“You’re teasing me,” she whined, squirming against me.
“How so?”
“Touching me. Kissing me. Breathing on me.”
“But I love seeing you like this,” I muttered.
“Like what?”
“Naked. Needy. Ready for me.”
I slid my hand down her body, cupping her pussy and slipping two fingers inside her, her hips bucking at the sudden penetration. “So wet and ready for me, even after getting fucked all night long.”
She pushed her ass into my groin, and I moved my fingers away from her again, bringing them up to her mouth. She opened without question or prompting, taking both of them in and tasting herself on my fingers. My dick twitched at the sight and the feel of her tongue swirling around my fingers like when she licked the whipped cream off my fingers the night of our first date.
She rolled her body over to face me and tried to fling her leg over my hip, but I had other plans. I scooted down her body, holding her leg and kissing a path down to my destination.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” I said when I reached her pussy.
I gave it a barely there kiss, my eyes looking up towards her face, watching as her hands found her breasts just like when I went down on her at the beach. But unlike at the beach, her breasts were on full display for me.
Goddess, she was so fucking perfect. I loved how she was with me, how she came out of her shell and let me love her and took what she needed from me.
“That’s it, Sugar Plum,” I encouraged, licking a line up her slit and making her moan. “Tell me how good I make you feel.”
“So fucking good,” she groaned, her hips moving against my mouth as I sucked and licked and kissed her like the greedy man I was.
I closed my eyes and let myself enjoy her, let myself get drunk on the feel, smell, and taste of her desire. My fingers entered her again, and her tight heat greeted me by pulsing around them, signaling she was already close to coming.
“Let go, Haven,” I murmured.
“I want to come around your dick,” she said, pulling on my hair, trying to bring me back up to the head of the bed.
“And I want you to come on my face first and then on my dick,” I growled. “Now come for me, Haven,” I ordered, flicking her clit with my tongue and then rubbing it with my thumb.
“Wes!” she exclaimed as her walls fluttered around my fingers with her orgasm, her clit pulsing under my touch and her hips rolling so her pussy moved against my mouth.
“You taste so good,” I told her as I peppered her swollen lower lips with kisses.
Her hips twitched and bucked as she tried to escape me, and I smiled against her entrance, giving her sensitive little clit one last kiss.
“Please fuck me,” she grumbled as I rolled her onto her back, her body relaxed and her eyes hooded with desire.
“With pleasure,” I said as I slid inside her, gripping her hips and pounding into her as hard as I could.
With her body splayed out beneath me and the view of her small tits bouncing, and the feel of her tight pussy wrapped around my dick, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I spilled my seed inside her again. But I wanted her to come one more time first.
So I lifted her long dancer’s legs, putting them against my torso as I found the perfect angle to hit that special spot inside her pussy. Then I stroked her clit again, pushing her towards bliss once more.
I felt the tightening in my balls and the tingling at the base of my spine that signaled my impending release just as Haven crashed over her own precipice, crying out and writhing through her waves of pleasure.
I released myself inside her with a withheld roar, my lycan pushing forward to watch as she finished. The flush over all of her pale skin and the rise and fall of her breasts as she panted underneath me was the sexiest fucking thing I had ever seen.
I dropped her legs and leaned over her, kissing everywhere on her face and wrapping my arms around her to pull her on top of me as I rolled onto my back.
“Good morning,” I said to her between my kisses.
“Mmmm, good morning indeed,” she replied, resting her head on my chest.
I stroked her bare back with my hands, enjoying the feel of her skin and body, my nose pressed into her soft hair. I wanted more mornings that started this same way. I wanted every morning to start this way.
Her fingers danced across my chest with sleepy movements, her body and mind still waking up from sleep and coming down from the high we had just shared. I watched as her back rose and fell, and her breathing returned to normal at the same time as mine.
“We should have some breakfast,” I said to her, even though the last thing I wanted was to leave my bed or my room.
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