Warm sunlight filled the kitchen as Emma pottered about. She hummed softly as she tied up. The soft material of her skirt brushed against her bare legs, as she moved. Today she had chosen to wear a long flowing skirt, and soft cream blouse, rolling the sleeves up to her elbows as she worked.
Feeling large hands grip her hips, forcing her to stop. Emma's lips twitched with a small smile, as her husband pulled her flush against him. Nuzzling into the sun kissed skin of her neck. She ran a small hand through his deep brown hair, his deep growl that pulled from him sent a shiver down her spine.
They had been married for a few months. After meeting by chance in a grocery store, he had swept into her life, like a raging storm. Upturning any preconceived notions she had. Jack cut an impressive figure. Tall, with broad shoulders, he was nothing but a perfect gentleman. He spoke softly, as if not to scare her away from him when he asked her out for lunch. Nothing could prepare her for the news that he was a werewolf. That she was his mate. It was a lot to take in at first, but Jack gave her time to process everything. Emma was not deterred, there were worse things your boyfriend could be than a werewolf. Besides... The sex was some of the best she ever had.
Jack's hands balled into the fabric of her skirt, as he pressed heated kisses into her neck. Lightly nipping her tanned skin with his sharpening teeth, his stubble scraping against her skin."You smell so good, Darlin'" His voice was rich, a hungry deepness that made Emma weak at the knees. "Fuck I just want to eat you." she let out a moan at his words.
Emma found herself bent over the kitchen side, her deep navy skirt was flipped over onto her back, baring her naked thick thighs and soft pink panties.
"Oh god.."Emma's soft pants must have spurred him on, nuzzling his face into the silken fabric that covered her crotch. With little resistance, Jack tore at the material, throwing it aside. His tongue dragged across her, before he began eating her out earnestly. As if he was drinking the sweetest wine. Emma rocked against him, feeling his thumb brush against her clit. She would not last long, With how he replaced his tongue with his fingers, setting a brutal pace. She came against his palm, clutching three of his fingers deep in her hot core. Crying out his name as stars filled her vision.
"You moan so pretty for me, Darlin'" The soft shift of his pants being undone, as he rose and pressed his hips against hers, drew her to look at him over her shoulder. His normally blue eyes were darkened by lust. Sharp teeth glinted at her as he spoke. Clearly the rut had taken full control over him. His large hand palmed her butt, as he pulled out his thick cock. Biting her lip at the sight of him, Emma shifted her hips, lifting them off the counter.
"Please.. Please mate me." Emma's hungry pleads, causing Jack to falter at the lazy pace he stroked himself at. He blinked a few times, before drawing close.
"Emma.. Darlin', you sure? You don't have too.."
