Blood moon

Chapter 82. Open arms

Then she opened her arms and he fell into her embrace, and that was the end of his analysis. For the first time in years, thoughts of revenge escaped her mind as she let herself be enveloped in his creamy softness. Andrea Smith braced herself for the full weight of the man, but to her surprise, he steadied himself on his 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 in pleasure, he could 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 a self-imposed commitment to her mother and partly out of sheer restlessness. Always somewhere in her subconscious, she worried about the possibility that she might hurt an ordinary man. And really, wasn't this her problem? She had promised her mother that she would not mate in the pack... but she didn't feel brave enough to mate with an ordinary human. Now she was here, buying time, and he didn't seem so ordinary, this man, and his hands, what his hands were doing, didn't seem so ordinary either....

-Ah!" His hips bucked. He moved, kneeling beside her, and placed his thumb on the tip of her c******s, 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'd been touching her for less than a minute. She wasn't a f*****g wind-up doll. He didn't even like her. She didn't even... she didn't... she... she felt a flood of heat between her legs and reached out.

She 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 stiff relief. He turned his hand over and his thumb now moved inside her.

Andrea wanted to reach for him 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 beneath 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?

Moreover, she wondered how she had managed to complicate herself so quickly in what had begun as a delaying technique, an act she had been prepared to dislike, or at least find boring.

He smiled at her, reached out for her, and cupped her chin in his hand. They gazed at each other and Andrea forgot to breathe, so amazed that there could be such tenderness there, such a perfect moment between strangers.

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 she arched into his touch. Then she 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

-Hi baby.

His bare tip was tormenting 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 lingering.

He pushed forward and was almost

-almost! - inside her, but not completely. She began to tremble. Had he imagined that she would have the upper hand in this seduction? Really?

-Please...

-Andrea, let's have a nice long conversation when I'm done." Entering her now, fully, the swollen head pushing, pushing.

Suddenly he pulled out of her, and could have screamed. His finger replaced his member,

dipping, tantalizing, feeling her slippery wetness, and then stroked the tight flower of her anus, gently rubbing, rubbing, rubbing.

tight flower of her anus, gently rubbing there, the centre rich in nerve endings.

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

finger into that tight ring of muscle.

-Quiet.

-No." She tried to crawl away - never, no one had ever... - but he kneed her and she couldn't get away.

but he kneed her and she couldn't get the leverage she 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 slowly slid around it, just slid around slowly, just a rub and then back again, no big dramatic strokes, just a gentle pressure. dramatic strokes, just an overall pressure and a gentle meandering. She could feel it everywhere, filling her, taking her everywhere, filling her, taking all of her.

She cried out.

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