Of Wolves and Oranges

Chapter 12: Jaco

I watch Golf trying to figure out the electric razor. "You've done this before haven't you?" I ask, feeling a little nervous.

"Oh yes, once or twice." She screws up her nose as she turns it on and off.

I'm sitting in the middle of the living room on a dining room chair. I took my shirt off to keep it clean of hair and Golf has draped a dust sheet over my shoulders and one on the floor. Initially she trimmed my hair and pulled the top half into a weird bun at the back of my head and now shes looking mighty dangerous with the electric razor in her left hand and a crazy grin as she surveys the remaining hair below.

"Deep breaths, Ford. Ive heard shifters have increased healing so if I nick an artery you should be fine. Trust me, babe, Im a doctor."

I swallow as she starts shaving the back of my head. "That's what I'm worried about. Youre a doctor, not a barber."

"Same thing, Ford. Well, way back in history the barbers were the surgeons."

She lapses into silence as she slowly moves her way around my head, my hair falling in curtains to the floor. The cool breeze from the storm outside licks the back of my neck, carrying her heady scent to arouse my senses and causing a me to stiffen. She then moves onto my beard. We had decided not to shave it off. Just to manscape as Golf says, blushing again. The reddish blonde hair of my beard joins the lighter blonde curls on the dust mat.

"Ugh, I'm trying to get to your moustache but the angles are all wrong." grumbles Golf, snipping with her next weapon of mass destruction, a tiny pair of scissors. "Wait, I've got it. She swings her leg over me and straddles my lap, her attention complete focused on my upper lip. My attention goes straight to my cock which has been getting more and more excited as my mate touches and caresses my hair. This impromptu lap dance is not helping at all. The quiet sounds of snipping and rain dripping outside seem to be drowned out by my pounding heartbeat, all my senses overloaded by all things Golf.

"There, perfect. All done. Now I can see you lips and they look so.." Her voice catches as she realises her position and the sweet scent of her arousal rises. "Kissable."

I hold my breath as she runs her finger along my lower lip before she leans in and sips at my lips. I feel her tongue explore my lips before opening for her and allowing her to move deeper. At this stage I cannot hold myself back any longer. I angle her head and pull her into an intense kiss. Then I move my hands down her back and grip her soft buttocks and pull her flush against my cock. She gasps into our kiss and moans as she grinds her warm centre against my hard erection. The dust sheet falls away from my chest and I release her for a moment to allow me to unbutton her top.

Around us the lightning flashes and I see her full soft breasts illuminated in the unnatural light. I move my hand up and catch her breasts in my hands. I run my fingers across her nipples under the soft lace of her bra. She moans and rocks her body against mine, I pull one of her nipples into my mouth, suckling and nibbling at it as it hardens under my attention before moving to the other one.

"Ford. I think Im going to come." She moans as I rock my erection against her clit. I increase the tempo then, pinching her nipple between my two finger. "Then come for me baby, let it go for me." She screams, gasping for breath, as I feel the warmth between her legs as she rocks her whole body against me burying her face in my shoulder as she whispering my name. I lift her chin and look at her. Her hair is mussed, framing her face, her eyes are bright and her just kissed lips are red and full. She is beautiful.