Bite of a werewolf

First time

Chapter 4

The next day Michael came to visit Rebecca. He had a new haircut and was wearing a fresh shirt, not the rumpled thing he'd been wearing. He looked like an entirely different person. "I'm sorry," he said as soon as Rebecca appeared in her doorway. She felt that she should say something about his appearance but couldn't come up with anything appropriate. She looked at his eye-patch, then back at his face. She went into the kitchen to get some coffee and asked him if he wanted anything. "Just cream," he answered.

"I didn't know you could make coffee." It sounded snide even to her own ears.

He smiled again. "It's one of those things I can do now."

She sat down across from him and gave him a cup of coffee. They drank their coffee in silence for several minutes until she finally decided to speak. "Michael, what happened?"

"I want to feel you inside me". That's what he said. Then he stood up and left without looking at her or saying another word.

Rebecca waited half an hour before going out onto the porch. She saw Michael walking slowly away from her house, deep in thought. She watched him go all the way to the end of the block and turn around, walk back to her house, and knock on the front door. She opened it and he entered, closing the door behind himself. "What is wrong with you?" she demanded.

His response was to kiss her deeply and passionately. The passion was so intense, so compelling, that she returned his kisses eagerly. She pulled him into her house, pushed him against the wall. His hands were roaming over her body, caressing her breasts, lightly squeezing her ass, pulling her close to him. "Let's take this upstairs," she said.

They moved through her bedroom toward her bed. When they got there she turned and slid herself onto the edge of the mattress, facing him. She bent forward and pressed her t**s against his chest. "I want to feel you inside me," he whispered into her ear.

She reached between them and grasped him firmly by the c**k. She began to stroke him slowly, gently. Her eyes locked onto his as he stroked himself in return, watching her face closely for any indication that he should stop. She knew he would want to f**k her right then but she didn't want that yet; she just wanted him inside her, filling her. Slowly, carefully, he slid his hard c**k into her p***y, inch after inch of hot hardness sliding smoothly into her moist depths. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly as he began to work himself deeper, faster, driving himself balls-deep into her. Their bodies rocked together, her p***y pulsing with each thrust of his c**k. She cried out softly in pleasure, a long, low moan, as he continued to drive himself into her. He kissed her lips, her forehead, her cheeks, her neck. She felt his tongue flick across her throat, licking her, tasting her. She could feel his c**k throbbing inside her, getting harder, thicker. With a final, powerful thrust he buried himself deep inside her and his c**k spewed its c*m into her p***y. She arched her back, screaming in pleasure as she came all over his c**k.

He collapsed on top of her and she wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him tightly to her. They stayed like that for many minutes, clinging to each other as they enjoyed the afterglow of their lovemaking. Finally he rolled off of her and lay beside her, breathing heavily. "Did you enjoy yourself?" she asked.

"Oh yes! Thank God you're here!" he said. She realized that she hadn't even touched him since his orgasm and she started to reach for him again. He stopped her with a hand. "I don't want to rush this, Rebecca."

"Are you sure? You seemed to really enjoy it."

"Yes, I did. But I want this to be special for both of us."

"All right. Just tell me when you're ready."

"Thank you, Rebecca. This means a lot to me."

"If you need anything, you know where I am."

She left him lying there and went into the bathroom to clean up. She took a long shower and got dressed in her nightgown. As she walked back out into her bedroom she heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. She went to check on him and found that he had taken a bath. She was impressed - she had never seen him take a bath before. She was curious what else he could do. He had always been able to surprise her.

She settled into bed and fell asleep quickly, dreaming of Michael's big black c**k. She awoke later to find him standing over her, naked. His c**k, still hard, pointed straight at her face. "You've made me wait too long already," he said.

He lowered himself, his c**k sliding down her throat until it bobbed in her mouth. She sucked him gently at first, enjoying the taste of his c**k. The rest of his body followed his c**k downward until his hands were resting on either side of her head. She worked him slowly, sucking gently, feeling him pulse and twitch in her mouth. She raised her head when she felt him swell and she guided him to her p***y. He slid easily into her and started f*****g her, slowly at first, getting the feel for how it was done. Gradually he picked up speed, pounding himself into her, making her hips buck and her breasts jiggle. She loved being f****d by him, loved the feel of his massive, powerful body slamming into hers. She grabbed hold of his ass and pulled him into her with each thrust, meeting him stroke for stroke, digging her nails into his butt cheeks. She felt his c**k swell again and knew that he was going to shoot his seed. She pulled him deeper into her p***y, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, squeezing him tight as he shot stream after stream of hot c*m deep inside her. She kept him buried deep within her until his climax subsided and then relaxed, allowing his c**k to slide slowly out of her, leaving a trail of wetness behind it. She moved her hands down to his ass, gripping his cheeks tightly. She let go of him and he stepped back, rubbing his hands over his c**k, cleaning himself off.

Rebecca felt her stomach flutter and she closed her eyes, waiting for the familiar nausea to pass. She felt the warm sensation of his c*m flowing from her p***y, dripping down her thighs. She stayed where she was for a while, savoring the warmth and the sensations, letting them wash through her. She felt his hand on her thigh and opened her eyes to see him staring down at her. "That's right, baby. Let it all out," he said. She looked at him and smiled, then closed her eyes again.

When she woke the next morning, Michael was gone. She found a note on the table: "Sorry I had to leave so quickly last night, but I had to be somewhere today. If you need anything, just call me.