SIW : Christopher Saint Ives -- Whelan.
Here we are with a more steamy update. Many thanks towards the fierce supporters in Tweetland, JazCullen for being an ace proofreader, Asylum for his editorial skills and The Guild for their continuous support. I'll be adding a new chapter to my other on story on my blog, need a bit of cooling down myself after this one. I'll be back to writing the next chapter for SIW after that.
Enjoy the read!
Mokkelke
Chapter Six : Skipping "Classes" Is So Rewarding.
As he roused from his deep sleep, Chris let out a silent sigh, feeling content holding the warm woman cuddled close to him. During the night she must have turned in his embrace and now their legs were intertwined. She was draped on his chest, her head tucked snuggly under his chin. One of her legs was slightly pulled up, gently pressing against his groin area. As long as she lay still he was fine, but occasionally she'd stir in her sleep and as a result his dick was hard and straining painfully against his pants.
He endured his discomfort because he reveled more in the feelings of contentment and happiness. Chris finally knew what he had been missing all these decades. With little regret he thought of all the woman he had bedded and never stayed to see them wake up. Oh he had enjoyed every single occasion, so had his willing partner for that night. Yet he always came home restless, not feeling complete.
That feeling was gone now. If his brother was only feeling half of what he felt now, he finally understood that gap his brother had longed to fill for so long.
Tenderly he twirled a curl around his finger. Her hair was soft to the touch and vaguely smelled of strawberries. Lifting up his hand, he surprised himself as he touched his cheek with his finger, amazed again by the softness of her locks. He had his wild side but right now he didn't have the need nor the burning desire to be forceful and demanding. It was just the opposite, he wanted to show the woman in his arms just how much she meant to him.
Feeling her stir, he bit back a groan as now her leg moved as if it was caressing him and it was becoming more difficult to rein in his desire to make love to her.
"Hmmmm," he suddenly heard, "Aren't these pants bothering you?" Mia asked in a voice laced with sleep and a hint of mischief.
"Are they bothering you, my dear?" he answered with a question.
"Actually, they are. There are so many things I could do if they weren't in the way," she replied, her voice taking on a deep sultry tone.
Leisurely she traced his visible muscles on his abs and then his arms, leaving behind a trail of tiny shivers.
"So which is the fastest way to get rid of them? Your way or mine?" he challenged her softly.
Placing her hands on his shoulders, she rose up and straddled him. To his surprise he felt her wetness close to his own naked flesh.
"Definitely my way," Mia spoke softly as she winked at him.
Placing his hands on her tiny waist, he couldn't help the rumble in his chest. "I can get used to this, fast and clean and no mess to clean up. Hmm I sure do like this way of yours," he murmured as he placed his hands over her heaving breasts.
Her clothes had disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving him a view he was very quickly becoming addicted too.
Not in the mood for much wordplay, he rose up and latched himself onto a puckered nipple while he pinched the other between his thumb and forefinger. Gently he rolled, pinched and tugged at it as he sucked on the other one. Changing sides he made sure to give both sides the same treatment.
Chris did his best to ignore the movements of her hips, which were enticing him, luring him closer. As if they wanted to invite him to go to paradise. He wasn't having any of it. Despite how wicked he could be, no matter how much he'd desired his partners, never ever did he cum first. He always made sure his partner had nothing to complain about.
He wasn't about to start that now, so he tried his hardest to ignore the squirming woman in his lap. Her wet folds were coating his hard flesh with her honey like fluids. Mia was tempting him like no other had before. Looking up he saw the pure bliss on her face. Eyes closed, a tiny bit of her tongue sticking out as she pressed her lips together, trying to hold back her moans.
He wanted to hear her, he wanted to hear her sing those passionate tones that made his wolf howl with pleasure.
Threading his hand through her silky locks at the nape of her neck Chris maneuvered her so he could slant his lips over hers. Her taste alone could make him drunk. Tilting her head slightly, he licked her lips, silently demanding entry to her mouth. Willingly she opened up and let him in.
The searing heat between them went higher and higher as they silently fought over dominance during their kiss. Even being on top didn't help Mia. As if Chris knew he might lose the upper hand, he held her closely and twisted them around. Her legs automatically wrapped tightly around his narrow waist.
Nestled snuggly between her thighs, he gently rocked back and forth without entering her. Lazily he caressed her wet folds with his hard cock, always succeeding in rubbing her clit every time he came near her slit.
Reluctantly he left her sweet lips, but he had set a goal for himself. He wanted her to scream his name and for that he would have to leave her mouth. It did, however, open up so many other sweet places he could torture.
He started with leaving a tiny trail of kisses over the arch of her brow, gently placing a neat kiss on each eyelid before following the soft curves of her jaw, down to her neck. He sniffed and felt so overwhelmed by her scent he almost gave in. Slowly he licked her neck, making sure he went over his marks he had left the night of their mating, sending a passionate wave through her trembling body.
Chris felt her hands sneaking up his torso, lightly grazing his hardened nipples. He let her have these few seconds simply because he could just purr at the sensations it gave him. Only when she tried to cup his head and guide him back up to her tempting lips, did he stop her. Grabbing her hands, he placed them above her head, holding both in one hand.
He winked at her and with his free hand wiggled his index finger in front of her.