Shadow of the Day (Wolf Moon Sequel)

Chapter 7: Coming Tonight

He scooped me up without breaking the kiss before he dropped me onto his bed and covered my body with his. He settled between my legs as my hands slid down his back, feeling the muscles tighten under my palms. One of his hands slid down to between my legs, resting there lightly as we kissed. I growled deep in my throat, biting his lower lip as I tugged on it pointedly. He grinned slightly before he kissed me back harder, his fingers curling tightly into me as if he were trying to get inside through my underwear.

I moaned into his mouth, back arching up, my chest brushing his while I dug my nails into his back. He let out a moan as he pushed his fingers in deeper, which made me grip him so tightly that I felt my nails pierce the flesh on his back.

"Sorry!"I said as I let go, feeling guilty, but then his fingers curled tighter and he bit my lip so hard I thought he had drawn blood, and a new wave of pleasure hit. My hands clawed at his back, fingers curled tightly, nails dragging across his flesh.

"For what?" he gasped in between kisses, "That feels good."

"This?" I panted, dragging my sharp nails down the length of his back. His body shook and his hips jerked.

He nodded furiously and I grinned briefly before I did it again, faster and harder this time. I took advantage of his distraction to push him off me and crawl on top of him. I dragged my nails down the front of his chest as I kissed him hard on the mouth, tugging and biting his lower lip. I continued trailing my nails all the way down his chest until I got to the waistband of his boxers. His back arched beneath me and his eyes were squeezed shut tightly as he let out a small moan. I trailed my hand down feather light over him, waiting with my hand just hovering.

His eyes opened but they were narrowed at me, "Not nice," he said, voice rough and husky.

"Who? Me?" I asked innocently before I grinned and cupped a hand around him.

"No..." he gasped, the hands he had tangled in my hair tightened significantly, "Us..."

I slowed my hand down, like I had every time I knew he was close to finishing just to make this longer, but now it was because I was curious about what he was trying to say.

"Dammit," he panted, his sculpted chest rising and falling quickly with his shallow breath, "Together."

I shook my head, "Why?" I asked quietly, my hand still, "Why can't I just take care of you some days?"

He forced his eyes open and they were dark with lust, "Because I want you."

"We've got forever to do what ever we want," I whispered, touching his cheek with my free hand, "We don't always have to finish together."

He sighed, "I hate you being all dominant over me," he grumbled.

I squeezed my hand and his eyes slipped shut as his head rolled back with another moan. Somehow, I doubted that was an honest statement. "Sorry," I grinned, "But you'll have to deal."

As I began to pick up the pace again, he managed to groan out a "I don't think dealing is going to be much of a problem when you're being this good to me."

I laughed and kissed him quickly, but the hands he had in my hair pulled me back to him as I worked my hand against him harder and faster, this time not slowing down when he got to the edge. This time I kept going, working harder until I pushed him far over the edge.

His whole body was shaking under me even several minutes after he finished.

"Jesus," he breathed, holding me tightly as he opened his eyes to stare at me in wonder.

I laughed, "You're welcome."

He grinned broadly and pulled me down and kissed me slowly, "Thank you," he said against my lips.