Sandra quickly helped me bandage my hand, and went back to cooking. She was just finishing, but I wasnt hungry. If lost my appetite. When I helped her carry bowls to the living room, it seemed that Sam had too, as he stood and quickly left the room, stepping widely around the brown stain in the caroet, which is still damp from Amanda's cleaning. I look back at Aspen, who's asleep at Heathers feet before I set his bowl on the table and follow him down the hall, only to pause when he glances at me and goes into my room, leaving the door open for me. I find him sitting on the edge of my bed. His eyes are no longer tired, but hooded and dark, not counting the one that's bruised to match his busted lip. I can feel the frustration rolling off of him and hesitantly shut the door.
"Samuel?" I ask. He stands up from the bed, walking to me. He gently pushes me up against the door, looking up at me for a moment before getting on his tip toes and pressing his lips against mine.
Our first kiss isn't soft, and hesitant, and questioning. It was rough, hard, and sure. He's gonna bruise my mouth like this... But I met him. Because Damn he tastes as good as he smells. His hands travel up and down my sides before tugging at the hem of my shirt. I gently push against his chest, and he steps back, face red and panting. I can clearly see the tent through his basket ball shorts, which he must have changed into while I was in the shower along with his red t-shirt.
"Sam?" I ask.
"I want you so badly." He pouts, and I try to hold back my smile.
"Baby, you've been through a lot in the last couple of days..." I whisper, cupping his face with my hands.
"So have you. And you shifted today and I... Please? I need you so bad it hurts." He begs, "My whole body is aching for you, and I've missed you so much... I just need a way to release all this, and I need your help to do it." He look at the ground, face flushed. I guess... I mean, everyone has their own outlet. Their own grounding and therapy. Mine is pain, so what if his is sex? And I have to admit... I've been aching for him too.
"Are you sure? You don't hurt or anything?" I ask softly, "I don't want you to do this and regret it later."
"The only way I'm regretting this mater is if your just really bad in bed." He growls. Suddenly I'm pinned to the mattress.
*Enjoy*
He pressed his mouth hard against mine, and I grunt as he bites my lip. He sticks his tongue in my mouth and I let him roam. All over my teeth, my cheeks, my own tongue. It's wet and slimy, and honestly I'm not sure how I feel about it.
He pauses only for a moment to climb off of me pull off his shirt, cracking the door so he can hang it on the knob. I can understand his hesitancy to just lock the door, but by the soft gasps and murmurs from the living room, I think they know to knock. I didn't expect him to be such a top... I wasn't sure what I was expecting though. I'm definitely not a top but I've never really thought about this until now.
He eagerly climbs back on top of me, slipping his hands under my tank top and lifting it up and off me. I sit up a bit so he can pull it off and toss it in the floor. He quickly goes back to attacking my mouth, but moves down to my jaw line, and my throat. We're both panting now, and I can honestly say I've never been harder.
I tilt my head back to give him better access, writhing underneath him. If the butterflies in my stomach are anything, he's good at this... He nips at my skin, no doubt leaving little marks everywhere. A few miments later, I moan quietly when he finds that one, what is it called? Sweet spot? He bit into it a little harder than the others, and licked it a few times. Tagging it for later, where he'll mark me.
He humms as he moves farther down, to one of my hard nipples. I gasp, laying my wounded arm over my eyes, gripping the sheets with the other as he licks and bites it. He rolls it with his teeth, swirling around it with his warm tongue, playing with my other nipple with one hand as he attempts to pull down my pants with his other. He gets frustrated after a moment, pulling back to pull my capris off of me, throwing them away with my shirt.
He removes his own shorts, leaving us both inourr wet, clearly tented boxers. He looks up at me for permission. I nod slightly and he starts to tug them down, but stops suddenly. Did he change his mind?
"I've never really done this," this voice is deeper than usual, more husky and breathy, "but I've read some. I think we should have a safe word." He says.
"Like what?" I pant.
"What about... Pineapple?"
"Pineapple works." I nod.
"Okay... If you want me to stop, just say pineapple." I nod and he continues to pull my boxers off of me. I shudder when the cool air hits my cold member, but I'm quickly warmed when his hand engulfs me. I can't help arching my back, humming in pleasure. He strokes me a couple of times before leaning down to play with my nipples some more.
It takes mere moments before I'm a writhing mess underneath him. And an embarrassed one, since I'm the only one full naked. He seems to notice this too as he quickly pulls his own off, blushing brightly. He is not small.
I can feel his member against mine as he continues to play with my nipple, sucking on my neck again. I start to squirm, energy cousing through me. But he puta his hands on my hips, pressing me firmly to the bed. I can tell he's using some of his wolf strength to do it. I can feel tears coming to my eyes as I lean my head back, feeling tingly in my stomach. He sits back and I watch as he strokes himself now, still straddling me. He's glistening with sweat and pre cum.
"I'm gonna out a finger inside you, okay?" He asks. I nod. Good thing blood doesnt produce waste... That would be awkward.
My first penetration. I tense when I feel his finger at my hole, slick with his own fluid. He seems to notice this, looking at me, holding eye contact as he slowly slides it inside of me. It feels so wierd. But sooo good. He starts to move it in and out, and I arch my back again. After a moment he slides in a second finger. It's a bit more uncomfortable, but not too bad. He starts to move, and after a moment I feel myself slowly adjust. I know his cock's throbbing by now, because mine is. He's panting heavily, never looking away from me. I move to cover my face again but he gently removes my arm from my eyes, putting it back at my side. I can't even grip the sheet with my wounds.
I start to squirm again, but he puts his hand on my groin, pressing me to the bed as he glares, quickly sticking a third finger inside me. If be lying if I said it didn't hurt. But I'd be lying if I said I didnt love it. He starts to move again and I find myself involuntarily bucking my hips, trying to get him further inside. I groan, looking up at the loss of his fingers.
He grabs my thighs and slowly pushes them apart so he's between my legs. He gives his cock a couple more good strokes, groaning before he carefully possitions himsf at my entrance. i mentally prepare myself. He looks to me for aproval and I nod again. He slowly pushes in.
It hurts so good! I arch my back, but he gently pushes me back down.
"Relax." He whispers huskily. I try to do as I'm told and- oh jt feels so good! The butterfies in mt stomach are going mad, and electicity is coursing through my veins. I try to relax but I feel myself clenching and unclenching around him. I know he can feel it too, as his head's back, eyes shut tight, mouth open in a silent cry.
"Move." I can feel tears rolling down my face as I say it. He pulls out, and pushes back in. He does it again. And again. And I try to keep myself still. Then he quickly picks up the pace.
His hips are rocking back and forth, his member sliding in and out of me at a rapid pace, his balls slapping my skin. I arch my back, trying to rock back onto him, wanting, needing, him deeper inside of me. I reach up, cover my mouth with my uninjured hand.
He grabs my wrist, using both his hands to pin it to my stomach. He leans down, using his full wight to painfully force me back into the matress while giving himself more momentum. I can't help moaning, panting. I can feel his tip brushing sonething deep inside. Something just begging to be dug into. I try to plead, to ask him to go farther, but I can't form a coherent scentence.
But he seems to know as he pulls farther out, just the tip of him remaining inside me. I look up to find him holding my gaze with a heavy glare. Suddenly my legs are on his shoulders, and he slams back into me, his balls slapping mine.
I can feel his dick hit it. A little bundle of nerves. Pure bliss fills me, and I can barely stiffle a scream. He leans over me, shoving his tongue into my open mouth as he abuses my body. Everytime I try to move, to rock, to find some outlest for all the energy, he slams me back into the mattress, digs his claws into my skin, forcing me back into submission, grunting about how he'll have to get ropes.
A small ball of heat starts building in the pit of my stomach. I can feel him getting sloppier, and heavier. I can see his mouth open, his canines elongating. A moment later, he bites me.
I can feel his hot cum fill me, and it sends me over. Pure bliss envelops me and I bite down in the crook of his neck, feeling his warm blood in my mouth, I can't help but take a sip. He tastes sooo good. I let go. He pulls away, and slowly pulls out of me, leaving his pure loquid to leak out of my body. I look down to see marks and blood, everywhere. He pulls on his boxers and shorts and starts for the door. I whimper, is he leaving me? Just like that? I just got him back again.
"I'm just going to get a rag to clean you up." He coos, "I will be right back, I promise."
A moment later I hear water running, and he comes back with a warm wet rag. I feel myself relax, my eyes becoming heavy. And I'm out.
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