She had shivered and encouraged him to touch her scars, but the care he shows in exploring her unmarred skin is so unfamiliar to her it catches her breath in her throat.
The men in her pack had loved her, but there is so little that is gentle about a wolf. And after so long being hammered by the life of a wolf, Jesse's warmth is like clear water after a drought.
She wants to keep him pulling her hair, wants to feel him go rigid with pleasure, but for a moment what she does is study him as she rides him, his scars and his beard and the look in his eyes. It's never been quite like this before with anyone, even those she loved; but she doesn't dare say it.
What she does say is, "Jesse," in a whisper that's thick with emotion. What she swallows and adds is, "Want me to make you come?"
Because she has so many ways she can do it, so many ways that she tentatively hopes some of them will even be new to him.
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Date: 2017-01-15 06:52 am (UTC)The men in her pack had loved her, but there is so little that is gentle about a wolf. And after so long being hammered by the life of a wolf, Jesse's warmth is like clear water after a drought.
She wants to keep him pulling her hair, wants to feel him go rigid with pleasure, but for a moment what she does is study him as she rides him, his scars and his beard and the look in his eyes. It's never been quite like this before with anyone, even those she loved; but she doesn't dare say it.
What she does say is, "Jesse," in a whisper that's thick with emotion. What she swallows and adds is, "Want me to make you come?"
Because she has so many ways she can do it, so many ways that she tentatively hopes some of them will even be new to him.