Blood moon

Chapter 44. Andrea, ah, God

Andrea Smith felt like resting, she had a long day at the office. Harley had made her body feel in wonderful ways, now she was exhausted, she wasn't sure what face she would make when she ran into Hunter at the house, but to her luck, he wasn't around, she was surprised he hadn't left a note to let her know he would be leaving and now she was sitting on the couch by the TV eating some cereal. She missed that having the man at home, they cooked together and he did most of the work, because he had more free time.

He didn't like those disappearances, but he used to do it at times when he needed space. She couldn't believe things coincided that way. She went to the shower, took a long one and put on only a babydoll to sleep, she felt daring and wanted to feel wanted, at least with herself.

She heard a knock on the door, a feeling of fear invaded her body, it could be Chris. J. Anderson, what if he came to finish what he started? She couldn't think of anything, nor could she think of any weapon she could use to defend herself, when she opened the door she realized it was Harley Halland.

Who seemed all too aware of the near nudity he had. He tried to cover himself and close the door, but the man used his hand to block him from closing the door, he had had a few beers when he found out the wolves were prowling the town, he sent the soldiers they sent to protect Andrea, away from the house, to give him a chance to spend some special time with her.

—Don't lock up and lock me out— he remarked, slurring his words. He closed the door with his foot as he went after her.

Andrea tried to run to her room but Harley was faster, catching her with his hand and pulling her against his chest. Then she opened her arms and he fell into her embrace, and that was the end of any contradictory thoughts. Andrea, braced herself for the full weight of the oaf because his strength had sent them towards the floor, but to her surprise he held onto her hands and lowered himself onto her gently, almost gingerly. He stroked her messy hair with his hand, then lowered his head to rest his mouth on hers, his tongue brushed her teeth and when she parted her lips pleasuring him, he was able to probe her mouth.

His taste overwhelmed her, all smoky masculine heat, and she gasped.

She had never mated with anyone outside the pack. This was partly out of self-imposed commitment to her mother and partly out of sheer restlessness.

—Ah!— Her hips bucked. He moved, kneeling beside her, and placed his thumb on the tip of her c******s through the fabric of the babydoll, his other fingers spread and resting against her thighs, barely touching her, almost not touching her, but moving so slowly and delicately that she could almost... feel it... and it was driving her crazy. Meanwhile, he took hold of her breast, pinching her n****e between his thumb and forefinger, hard enough almost to cause pain. Between the throbbing of her n****e and the light, delicate, light touch between her legs, she was halfway to an orgasm. ridiculous! He had been touching her for less than a minute. She wasn't a f*****g wind-up doll. He didn't even like her, maybe only on a s****l level, but this was going beyond that. He didn't even... she didn't... she... she felt a flood of heat between her legs and reached out.

Andre ran his hand down his pants, found it, hard and hot and long, and squeezed, and he turned his head up and stared blindly at the ceiling, the muscles of his neck standing out in rigid relief. He turned his hand over and his thumb now moved inside her. Andrea wanted to reach again but he kept that maddening distance, almost as if he was afraid of being too close. She opened her eyes wide, and in the afternoon light he looked like a perfect postcard, the way the light washed over him, making him look more tanned than he was. She could see the muscles twitching under his taut flesh and, reaching out, felt the tension in his abdomen.

He was holding back, so rigidly and she wondered why. She could smell his urgent lust and it ignited her; she knew he wanted to push her down and bury himself, inside her until they both screamed. So why was he holding back? He smiled at her, reached down, and cupped her chin in his hand.

They gazed at each other and Andrea forgot to breathe, so amazed that such tenderness could exist there, a perfect moment between barely acquaintances. Then he moved her carefully, laid her on her stomach, and pushed her thighs apart with his knee. She could feel his thumbs on either side of her spine, pressing, soothing, and instinctively arched into his touch.

Harley unfastened his pants, Andrea felt a silky firmness, and became aware of him dragging the tip of his member down her spine, between the cleft of her buttocks, and stopping at the opening of her v****a. She waited impatiently, but he remained still. He leaned in. He murmured:

—I'm Harley— She said nothing, only rose toward him —And you're Andrea.

His bare tip tantalized her lower entrance, almost unloading inside, but not completely, and she swallowed a moan. His fingers were in her, stretching her fully for him, but he still didn't enter, still lingered.

—Say it, Andrea.

—Harley— The word was almost torn from her —You're Harley— He chuckled, deep in his throat, almost a purr.

—I want you to shout my name and make it as loud as you can.

He thrust forward and was almost-almost-in her, but not quite inside her. She began to tremble. Had he imagined that she would have the upper hand in this seduction? Really?

—Please...

—Andrea, we're going to have a nice long talk when I'm done, because we have to do something about our new relationship and the office— Entering it now, full on, the swollen head pushing, pushing, pushing — About you... — Another push the companies you hang out with.... Another — And me— Suddenly he pulled out of her, and she could have screamed. His finger replaced his member, dipping, tantalizing, feeling her slippery wetness, and then he stroked the tight flower of her anus, gently rubbing there the center rich with nerve endings.

She made a sound of surprise that rose to a muffled squeal as he slowly pushed his finger into that tight ring of muscle.

—Quiet.

—No— She tried to crawl away —never, no one had ever...— but he kneed her and couldn't get the leverage he needed. When he reached the height of the first knuckle she felt his member at the entrance to her v****a, and this time there was no

no gentle introduction, this time, he was inside her instantly, as his finger slid around slowly, just a graze and then back again, no big dramatic strokes, just an overall pressure and a gentle meandering. She could feel him everywhere, filling her, taking all of her.

She cried out.

She cried out against his chest, trying to mitigate the sound of her voice, as he lashed out, shaking her, as he took her again and again, one hand on the small of her back, and the other hand... doing things inside her, doing things no other man had ever done to her before.... and always his member, pulsing, pulsing, huge and a terrible thing, doing her will, ignoring her pleas, her cries, just pushing and pushing its way in, and it was a terrible thing, a terribly wonderful thing, because somehow things had changed, she wasn't using him, he was using her.

She would kill him. She would kill him for making her scream. She would kill him if he stopped.

—Andrea— he moaned. He wouldn't let her move, he didn't hear her cries, but his hands on her were gentle —Andrea, ah, God— His rhythm increased, he sank suddenly into her, the bed shifted, she braced herself and pushed back as hard as she could, because she could sense it, feel it, her orgasm was on the horizon, it was almost there, and another finger joined the first inside her, stretching her, and that was enough, that turned her over.

She tried to throw her head back and howl, but all that escaped her was a wild moan as she bucked against him. She felt him grip her tightly from behind, felt his seed pouring inside her, could actually feel the temperature change as he heated her insides, and she c*m again, so fast and fiercely that white dots danced on the edge of her vision.

He withdrew, pulling out of her, and she collapsed, alone, on the bed. She lay on her stomach for a long time, shuddering from the after effects of the most overwhelming s*x.