"I don't understand," she said although pleased with at the sound of her name on his lips, "what's happening?" She tilted her head up to look at him; her lips open slightly, inhaling and exhaling heavily. Her eyes were a darker shade of blue through their haze of longing underneath weighty lids. "Please, Grant," she pleaded, "make it go away."
"Do you really want them gone?" he asked her breathlessly while openly staring at her parted lips.
"Iā" she started but was suddenly unsure. "Please," she pleaded again, only for what was unknown to her.
Before she could say anything else she felt pressure, seductively moist and burning, at her lips. May hadn't realized her eyes were closed until she opened them to find the source of this new arousing and passionate force. When her eyes focused she was, quite literally, face to face with Grant. His golden eyes were open to; watching for any sense of reluctance or fear on her part. But underneath that she saw the same crazed lust she knew could be seen in her eyes.
Those eyes will be the end of me,
she thought. Moaning softly, her eyes flittered closed again and she pressed harder against him. She felt him respond and he started to stroke her. He started with her wings and May sighed in ecstasy, letting her mouth fall open to Grant's searching, playful tongue that sent her mouth up in a scorching fire. May gripped at his arms then let her hands wander down the bare, hard, sculpted planes of his chest. She may have been only exploring somewhat platonically but she was leaving paths of burning heat across his body. She felt Grant move his hand to her sides and he caressed her hips and thighs. May had no idea that kissing someone could be to lascivious. She started to claw at his muscles; wanting something she knew only he could give her.
"Please," she whimpered when she left his mouth long enough to speak. She raked her nails down his chest and across his nipples; and the erotic sensation was a wake up call for Grant. With loud growl, the heat source that was putting Hell to shame and her body in an uproar was wretched from her lips. Her eyes open lazily and she saw that Grant has pulled away looking just as confused as she, only he was now on the other side of the bed.
"Whā" May started to object to the sudden, vast space between them when she was cut of by his fast stream of words.
"I-we can't," he said, "Not like this. While you're still so innocentā¦ pureā¦ and after everything you've been through. Everything you told meā Gods! You must think I'm some lust-filled pervert preying onā¦
ugh
," he shuddered then continued his rant, "I can't take advantage of youā¦ I won't."
May didn't understand so she just moved stealthily forwards and jumped to capture his lips with hers again. She felt him give in but only for the moment before he tore his mouth away again. This time, instead of backing away, he leaned down and rested his forehead against hers and spoke lightly against her swollen lips.
"Don't you see?" he asked quietly, "You're so fragileā¦ I would hurt myself before I hurt you." He gently stroked her arms in a not sensual but loving way. May looked into his eyes and saw that even though he seemed in control he was just as raw as she was; ready to rip at the seams. His golden eyes dripped with a passion that she felt as well but didn't understand but didn't think she had to at the moment.
"No," she said, muffling her own protest by firmly attaching her lips to his again to reclaim her territory.
The pace was set slower but they were still just as feverish. Both of them yearned to feel every inch of the other.
May moved, pushing him gently but forcefully down onto the bed andāwith her lip still cemented to hisāswinging her left leg over both of his to straddle his as she sat in his lap. He tasted so good to her. Too good. Intoxicating. Wanting more, she shoved at his wide shoulder insistently and urgently until he fell back onto the bed; his 'oomph' easily captured by May's lips still feasting hungrily at his. It changed into a groan as she dug her fingers into the locks of his black hair to massage his scalp with one hand and tug on the hair at the nape of his neck with the other. May fleetingly noticed that his hair was chopped shorter in two places but her body wouldn't let her mind give it much thought.
She would never breathe again if she didn't have to. Unfortunately for her she did and a sigh of disappointed came from her when she lifted her head up for air. Opening her eyes she saw that their heads were cocooned in her silvery-blonde locks of hair. The silky strands fell from around her to frame Grant's face. He smiled up at her and he glided the pad of his thumb across her bottom lip. May bit down seductively and her cheeks flamed at her boldness.
Was I always thisā¦ wanton?
She asked herself. Grants fingers moved slowly from her mouth, along her jaw then down her neck. He dipped into the valley between her breasts with his index finger through neck hole of the too-large shirt she was wearing. Then, just as quick, his hand came back up and he grasped both sides of her face and brought her down for a smoldering kiss.
Her hands moved to rub the spots behind his ears and he let out a long moan. She smiled against his lips than kiss the corner of his mouth, marking the start of her journey. Her mouth worked along his jaw-line then down his neck. She used her tongue and laved one particular spot were she sucked hard enough to leave a mark. Grants hands lowered leisurely down her body and he palmed the uncovered, round cheeks of her ass. May started lightly biting the underside of his chin and was encouraged to bite harder by his tell-tale groans so she made little, sharp love bites all along his jaw to his ear. When she pulled Grants earlobe into her mouth and nibble she was suddenly on her back with Grant feverishly attacking her mouth. Her wings folded easily underneath her, relieving her tiny spurt of panic about re-injuring her extremities. He alternated between taking her breath away and saying everything he would do to her. Only May didn't hear a single word; she was too 'caught up in the moment' to care.
"I don't know where this side of you came from, little one," he said, repeating her thoughts from earlier. She could hear him because she was drawn to the spot where his mumblings left vibrations along her neck. He shifted and brought his face up sporting a crooked smile that made her heart skip a beat. He bent down to kiss her warmly and she tugged on his bottom lip with her teeth before he continued, "But I like it."
The bottom of herāhisāshirt was gradually rising as he toyed with it and she began to get hot and impatient. May pressed her hips up and arched into him but apparently he wasn't getting the hintā¦ or he enjoyed to play with her. Regardless, she felt he was going
too
slowly so she reached down, grabbed the hem of the plain, white tee and lifted it up and over her head. She ran into a problem when she tried to throw it away. Her wings. She grumbled and tugged at it with no avail, wondering how he managed to get it on her in the first place.
"Grant," she cried. He wasn't listening though; he was devouring her with his eyes in a way that made her shiver.
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He felt so hot. She was squirming under him at his attentions. He played with the bottom of the shirt she was wearing, undecided about how far she wanted to go, when she snatched it from his grasp and brought it up and over her head exposing her to his lustful gaze.
Grant thought he'd surely died and gone to heavenā¦ if there was such a place for weres. Her ample bosom wasn't too big or too small, just a perfect handful, capped of with small, eraser-sized, light pink nipples; their areola tightened in their erect state. He forced his eyes down across her thin but fit stomach, her muscles clenched in the throws of desire. He stopped at her belly-button, knowing that he could very well explode in his pants if he were to glace at the haven below. Just as he was about to give in he heard her cry his name, bringing his gaze back up to a distraught Charamaine.
"Grant," she said again, looking from him back to the shirt that was still in her arms.
He was confused, but concerned at her call, "What is it, baby?" his voice sounded deep and he knew his wolf was too close to the surface, he didn't want to scare her off.
"My shirt," she said, and looked at him with an annoyed expression, "get it off, please."
"So polite," he teased then startled her by taking the shirt and ripping it down the middle. He heard her gasp and chuckled, then tossed the shirt on the other side of the bed. Grant wanted to move things along so he ducked his head and captured a tight, pink nipple in his warm mouthā¦ surprising her so that her back arched she almost bucked him off the bed, crying out loudly as she did so.
Grant rumbled against her breast, pleased at his accomplishment. He continuously flicked his moist tongue over the taught bud in his mouth, making Charamaine bite her bottom lip in an attempt to muffle the sounds of her pleasure. Grant moved his head to seal his lips over the other breast. He sucked most of her flesh into his mouth then released it to suckle her other nipple. He fondled the recently vacated breast and twisted her still-wet nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Her moans got louder and more uncontrollable, which pleased Grant greatly.
She's so responsive
, he thought as his lips left a wet trail in their wake when he moved down her body. He licked his way down her stomach and he could now feel her muscles contracting and shuddering. His tongue swirled in her navel then he sucked and kissed his way even lower.
When he reached her pubic bone he started giving her gentle bites as he moved to her left hip, and then her right. Grant could smell her arousal and he swooned at the sweet aphrodisiac. When his tongue finally touched her folds his wolf howled in delight and Charamaine bucked her hips high off the bed, releasing a long, hearty moan.
Grant smiled and parted her sex with his fingers as he took in the beauty before him.
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Charamaine thought she'd surely died and gone to heavenā¦ she'd fit right in with her wings and allā¦ He left a hot trail from her breasts down to her womanhood and she felt like she was coiled to spring.
She knew what he was going to do, she looked down and saw he was staring at her most private parts with a hungry gaze, but she still thought it was soā¦
intimate
. Even so, she wanted him with every last cell in her body to continue. At his first lick she reveled in the feel of his smooth, yet rough tongue against her heated, damp flesh. He spread her nectar around, coating her sex in her own arousal, and the musty smell became abundant in the air. May reached her hands down and held his head to her in a death grip. She didn't care if she ripped his hair outā¦ and she didn't think he would care much either.
