-Ember-
It pools at my feet, leaving me completely naked while he remains fully clothed. The contrast is thrilling—me vulnerable and exposed, him still a mystery.
"You're so goddamn beautiful," he murmurs, his hands skimming over my body like he's memorizing every curve. "I want to taste every inch of you."
"Please," I whisper, my body already trembling with need.
He guides me backward until my legs hit the edge of what must be the bed. With gentle pressure on my shoulders, he eases me down onto the soft mattress. I hear the rustle of clothing, and my pulse quickens at the thought of him undressing.
"Are you taking your clothes off?" I ask, unable to keep the eagerness from my voice.
"Just my shirt for now," he replies, amusement coloring his tone. "Patience, little wolf."
The bed dips as he joins me, and then his bare chest is pressing against mine. The contact of skin on skin makes me gasp with pleasure.
"I love the sounds you make," he says, his lips trailing down my neck. "So responsive. So honest."
His mouth continues its journey south, pausing to lavish attention on my breasts. When his tongue circles my nipple before drawing it into his mouth, I arch off the bed with a cry.
"That's it," he encourages, his hand sliding between my thighs. "Let me hear how much you want this."
His fingers find me already slick and ready, and he groans against my breast. "So wet for me already. Were you thinking about this all day too?"
"Yes," I admit, spreading my legs wider for him. "I couldn't focus on anything else."
"Tell me," he demands, his fingers circling my entrance teasingly. "Tell me what you thought about."
My cheeks heat with embarrassment, but the blindfold makes me bolder. "I thought about your mouth on me. Your cock inside me. How you made me feel things I've never felt before."
He rewards my honesty by sliding two fingers inside me, his thumb circling my clit. "Like this?"
"Yes," I gasp, my hips bucking against his hand. "Just like that."
He works me with his fingers, building me up slowly, his mouth continuing its exploration of my body. When he shifts down the bed, I know what's coming, and my entire body tenses with anticipation.
"I've been dreaming about tasting you again," he murmurs against my inner thigh. "Spread wider for me, little wolf."
I comply eagerly, and then his mouth is on me, his tongue licking a long stripe through my folds. The sensation is so intense that I cry out, my hands fisting in the sheets.
"Fuck, you taste even better than I remembered," he groans against me, the vibration adding to my pleasure.
His tongue circles my clit before dipping inside me, alternating between the two in a rhythm that has me climbing higher and higher. When he adds his fingers back into the mix, curling them to hit that spot inside me that makes me see stars, I'm lost.
"That's it," he encourages, his voice rough with desire. "Come on my tongue, little wolf. Let me taste all of you."
The orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, my back arching off the bed as I cry out his initial. "A! Oh god, A!"
He works me through it, not letting up until I'm trembling with aftershocks. Only then does he kiss his way back up my body, capturing my lips in a kiss that lets me taste myself on his tongue.
"You are fucking incredible," he murmurs against my mouth. "The way you come for me... I could get addicted to that sound."
I reach between us, my hand finding the hard length of him straining against his pants. "I want to make you feel good too."
He hisses as I stroke him through the fabric. "You don't have to—"
"I want to," I insist, already working on his belt. "Please. Let me taste you too."
He groans, then helps me with his pants, guiding my hand to his cock once it's free. I wrap my fingers around him, marveling at the size and heat of him.
"Guide me," I whisper, sliding down his body. Without my sight, I need his help.
His hands tangle in my hair, directing me until I feel the hot, velvety tip of him against my lips. I dart my tongue out for a taste, savoring the salty drop of pre-cum I find there.
"Fuck," he hisses, his grip tightening in my hair. "Your mouth, little wolf..."
Emboldened by his reaction, I take him deeper, wrapping my lips around him and sliding down as far as I can. What I can't fit in my mouth, I work with my hand, establishing a rhythm that has him groaning above me.
"That's it," he encourages, his voice strained. "Just like that. So fucking good."
I lose myself in the task, in the power of bringing this strong, dominant man pleasure. His reactions—the groans, the tightening of his hands in my hair, the way his hips start to thrust gently—all drive me wild.
"Stop," he finally gasps, pulling me off him. "I don't want to come like this. Not yet."
He pulls me up his body, kissing me deeply before flipping us so I'm beneath him again. I hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper, and then he's positioning himself at my entrance.
"Are you ready for me, little wolf?" he asks, his voice tender despite the raw need I can hear in it.
"Yes," I breathe, wrapping my legs around his waist. "Please, A. I need you inside me."
He pushes in slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size. Even after last night, the stretch is intense, bordering on too much but in the best possible way.
"So tight," he groans, his forehead resting against mine as he seats himself fully inside me. "So perfect for me."
When he starts to move, it's with long, deep strokes that have me gasping with each thrust. His hands are everywhere—cupping my breasts, gripping my hips, sliding between us to circle my clit.
"You feel so good," I moan, my nails digging into his back. "Don't stop."
"Never," he promises, his pace increasing. "Not until you come for me again. I want to feel you squeeze my cock when you come."
His words send a fresh wave of heat through me. There's something about the way he talks—filthy but reverent at the same time—that drives me wild.
"I'm close," I warn him, feeling the pressure building inside me.
"Me too," he admits, his rhythm faltering slightly. "Come with me, little wolf. Let go."
His fingers find my clit again, circling it with just the right pressure, and I'm gone. I shatter around him, crying out his initial again as waves of pleasure crash over me.
He follows me over the edge with a deep groan, his body tensing above mine as he finds his release. For a long moment, we stay like that, connected and breathing heavily, his weight a comforting pressure on top of me.
Finally, he rolls to the side, taking me with him so we're facing each other. His hand cups my cheek tenderly, his thumb tracing my lower lip.
"You're something else, you know that?" he murmurs, his voice soft with what sounds like wonder.
"So are you," I reply, snuggling closer to him.
We lie there in comfortable silence for a while, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin. I feel myself drifting, content and sated in his arms.
"Stay the night," he says suddenly, his voice hesitant. "If you want to."
My heart leaps at the invitation. "I'd like that."
He pulls me closer, tucking my head under his chin. "Good. Because I'm not ready to let you go yet."
As I drift off to sleep in his arms, I can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring. Will this be our last night together? Will I ever know who he is?
But for now, I push those thoughts aside and focus on the feeling of being held by him, safe and wanted in a way I've never experienced before.
Enjoy it while it lasts, Ivy whispers in my mind, but for once, there's no cynicism in her tone—only a wistful sort of happiness that matches my own.