“Whispers of Hope”
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Chapter 16 (Zach)
I had to be dreaming I thought as I slowly pulled my mouth from the luscious lips of my mate. Lifting my head I stared into the depths of Missy’s green jewels and watched them darken to the black obsidian color of the wolf right before my very eyes.I heard the growl that emitted from her chest as her wolf called out to mine. It was one hell of a struggle to restrain my wolf but I was determined to take this slow and make it as pleasurable as possible for my mate.
“Patience, doll” I whispered breathing in her desire. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as I lifted my hand to trace the soft lines of her face. I needed to touch her skin; I needed to feel her body and I wanted to savor every moment of this mating.
Leaning in I pressed a kiss to her forehead and then methodically moved to place another kiss on first one cheek then the other. Moving further down I brushed a light kiss across her mouth. A small whine escaped her lips when I pulled away because she wanted something more.
“You are so beautiful” I whispered bringing my mouth back down to hers. This time I kept the kiss slow, relishing in her warmth and wanting to Missy to feel my love for her in every pore of her body. By the time I was through with my mate I wanted her to have no doubts about how much I loved her. She was my sun, my moon, my everything and I wanted to spen the rest of my life proving that to her.
The kiss deepened even further, tongues stroking sinuously as we breathed in each others essence. My hands started on a little expedition of their own wanting to get to know every inch of my mate’s body. The baby softness of her skin felt good underneath my roughened finger tips. My hands continued to explore the length of her petite arms before moving to take in the feminine lines of her back.
Rolling over I put Missy underneath me and with one hand I easily held the brunt of my weight off of her. My hands continued their mindless exploration across her taut abdomen before finally creeping up to the mounds on her chest. With a quick flick of my fingers I unsnapped the front of her bra revealing the most exquisite sight that I had ever seen.
“Sweet Jesus” I muttered gently taking a firm breast in my hand. Missy was the epitome of perfection in my eyes, not overly large but not too small either. They were perfectly shaped handfuls that suited me just right. Running my fingers gently over the tops of the mounds was I was pleasantly surprised to find that the small buds had already pebbled. Pulling away from the sweet haven of Missy’s mouth I glanced down at her chest and smiled. They looked like cherries. Ripened cherries that were sitting on top of an ice cream sundae just waiting to be devoured.
“Zach” Missy called out sounding breathless and needy. I liked that sound coming from my mate especially when she was calling my name.
Without any further hesitation I dipped my head and strategically licked around those bright red cherries. Another strangled moan came from Marissa and I could only smile as her pleasure began to heighten. After teasing one bud I slid to the other to give it an equal amount of attention. Marissa was now grinding her bottom half against my leg and panting heavily.
“Zach..I need….I nn..nn..eeedd something more” she stuttered sounding desperate now.
I was right there with her with my own arousal straining in my boxers, but this wasn’t about me. This was supposed to be special for my mate and I was determined to have her primed before that single moment that would make her utterly and completely mine.
Leaving the paradise of her chest I moved back up to her face. “Sshhh” I told her caressing the side of her face, “I know what you need” I added and brought my lips back to hers strangling the moan that escaped her lips as I lightly rubbed over her center.
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