Witch And The Wolf

Chapter 12

Amelia

I craved his touch. His lips. s*x with him was something I had never experienced. When our lips touch, sparks shoot through my body. I wanted more than s*x. I wanted to feel him, needed to know him. I drove back into town and headed towards my house at the edge of town. It had been my mother’s home, and while it was fairly small, I adored it. Vines stretched up along the brick, making it stand out, and lavender lined the walk, while rosemary guarded the gate. Pulling into the small driveway to the side, I handed him the keys and got out, leading him to the door. As we got into the house and closed the door, he snaked his arm around my waist, turning me so that I was facing him, and the door was behind me. He cupped my chin in his hand, lifting it so that our eyes met, and slowly backed me against the door. As my heart rate accelerated, he moved in slowly until his lips brushed mine in a slow kiss. His tongue nudged my lips apart, and I sighed a little into his mouth as his tongue met mine in slow, dazzling circles. His hand on the side of my neck held me where he wanted, while the opposite hand slid along my body, moving across my lower rib cage, and around to cup my ass. His fingers dig in while his kisses deepen, and my body involuntarily curves into his. He breaks away from my lips, and begins trailing kisses along my neck, while his hands push my leather jacket off me, and it drops to the floor. I pushed back against his chest to make room, and took his hand, leading him to the bedroom. He dropped my hand and pulled me against his chest, his hands sliding around my waist to hold onto me.

“I’ve been thinking about you since the woods” He muttered lowly, his voice humming against my ear as his lips closed around my lobe. A small groan escaped me, while his hands began to work my dress up my thighs until I lifted my arms and he pulled it over my head, tossing it to the side. His hands returned to my body. His right hand slid across my stomach, pulling my body tighter to his chest, while his left hand moved along my rib cage to my breast, leaving tingles along their path. He cupped my left breast, finding my n****e and squeezing it between his fingers, rolling it around, until it was rock hard. His kisses trailed along my neck until I turned my head to catch them with my own, kissing deeply. I turned to face him, grabbing his shirt in my hands and lifting it over his head, dropping it to the side.

“I want more of you” I commented, dropping suddenly to my knees, unbuttoning his pants and lowering them. I kissed along his hardened shaft, feeling the width of it through his boxers. He leaned back against the wall to steady himself, while small moans rattled from his throat. I slowly peeled down his boxers, releasing his full length, and swiftly took it into my mouth. A groan escaped his lips as I began bobbing my head, taking all of him into my throat and letting him back out again. I brought my hands up to cup his balls, massaging them gently, while increasing my speed and suctioning. His groans became more aggressive, as he looped his hand into my hair, gathering some into a fist.

“I need you to stop baby girl, before I finish in your mouth, and I’m not ready for that just yet” he said. I pulled back slowly, letting him free with a POP.

He held his hand out to me, helping me to my feet. He kicked off his boxers the rest of the way, and stepped over them, leading me to the bed. He reached around my back and undid my bra clasp, letting it drop away, freeing my breasts to his gaze.

“Perfect” he murmured, grazing his knuckles along my n*****s, bringing them attention. He backed me to the edge of the bed and lowered me, helping me to the center of the mattress, until I was lying down flat. He climbed on top of me, settling between my legs, and captured my lips in his, his tongue stroking my own. Moans escaped my throat, while he scraped his nails slowly along my skin. His lips broke away from mine and he began kissing down my throat, to my collar bone, and down my chest until he found my breasts. Taking my n****e into his mouth, he bites down gently, sending shivers along my spine. His tongue drew slow circles around my sensitive bud. He broke away to pay the same attention to my other n****e until I was panting. His trail of torture down my body resumed, as he worked his way down to my panties. He stopped for a moment, pulling them off and discarding them. I could feel excitement filling my body as he lowered himself slowly and began tracking kisses along my thighs, right then left. He kissed along the apex until I was squirming, then slowly pushing my thighs further apart he pressed kisses into my drenched folds, his tongue pushed slowly into my entrance. Nearly jolting off the bed as the new sensations hit me. Slowly he pulled it back out and slipped it in again, repeating the motion over a few more times before withdrawing completely. He slid his tongue up until he found my sensitive button an began to draw slow circles around it. My body arched and my moans became louder, while I tangled my hands in his hair, trying to keep his head where it was, encouraging him to keep going. He pulled his tongue away, closing his mouth and sucking, while he slid his first two fingers inside of me, pumping slowly in contrast to the way he was speeding up his sucking motions. My body shuddering as he pushed me closer and closer to my climax. He alternated sucking my sensitive c**t and licking it while increasing the pumping motion of his fingers. The intensity building until I felt myself exploding, waves of pleasure flooding my body, a cry escaping my lips. He pulled his fingers out of me, and brought them to my lips, slipping them into my mouth so I could taste my own pleasure. His eyes watching mine while I licked my own juices from his digits. A wicked smile spread across his lips as he nudged my legs a little further apart and lowered himself between them.

“Are you done baby?” He asked, sliding his c**k along my slit, teasing me. I arched against him, attempting to pull him in, and he pulled back, making me wait.

“Please” I begged, delirious with need.

“Please what?” He asked, grinding his hips slowly against mine.

“f**k me” I panted.

He grinned, clearly self-satisfied that he was torturing me so much. He lines himself up with my entrance and slipped into me slowly until he had completely filled me up. I clenched around him, my hips rising to meet his, as he slowly pulled back then pushed fully into me again. He laced his fingers with mine and lifted my hands above my head, pinning them together in one hand, while his now free hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing the sides gently. I moaned and squirmed beneath him, pleasure vibrating through my body, as his thrusts became more and more intense, his eyes locked with mine. I could feel my orgasm coming closer and closer, my moans becoming wails as he kept pushing me to my own edge. I found the edge, and flew off of it, crying loudly, my nails digging into the hand that held mine above my head, my body bucking wildly. His thrusts slowed and he pulled out of me, my orgasm dripping from his c**k. I was shocked it was still rock hard, as he ran his own fist along the length of it a few times. He sat back on his knees and motioned with his finger for me to come closer. I sat up, and moved in closer to him, and he turned me away from him, lowering me onto my knees. Pulling a pillow closer to cushion my arms, he lowered me onto it, propping my ass up to him.

A thrill ran along my body, knowing he was about to take me again, when I was still shaking from the last orgasm. He leaned down by my ear, whispering low, “I need you. Can I take you again?”

I nodded eagerly.

He took my hips into his hands, lined himself up, and slammed into me, forcing a startled cry from my lips. I couldn’t help but pushed back however, taking in every inch. He pulled himself back slightly, then slammed into me again. My body shuddered with each thrust, as he began to increase, pumping himself into me harder and harder. I could hear his own moans increasing as his thrusts increased, his need apparent. He slapped my ass once, twice, and a third time, eliciting a moan each time, and I ground my hips backwards, taking his entire length greedily. He reached out, taking my hair in his hands and pulled. I groaned as the varying sensations burned through my body. I felt another orgasm coming and knew his wasn’t that far as his moans became louder and more needy. As the waves of pleasure built inside of my, I gripped the sheets, holding on as his thrusts hit every part of my insides, my back arching, and my hips grinding into him.

“DAMIEN!” I screamed, his name echoing through the room as the waves crashed inside of me, pleasure rippling out from between my thighs. His own climax peaking, as he groaned and came, his hot seed painting my insides. I collapsed underneath him as he withdrew. He lay besides me, both of us panting. I raised my head to look at him, and he grinned at me.

“What now my little witch?” He asked, his eyes sparkling, sweat slowly trickling down his forehead.

I rolled over, tucking my body against him, and he wrapped his arms around me, tangling his legs with mine, and holding me to his chest.

What indeed, I thought to myself. Knowing I was in trouble.