Bitten by the Alpha Wolf by R. E. Swanson Page B

was about to prove very interesting for Ruth. As she ordered her food, her thoughts drifted to John and her heart filled with sadness when she recalled the way he’d died.
    He was so young with his whole life in front of him one minute, and then due to an innocent piece of heavy luggage falling on him, he passed away way too early. This was probably the first act of kindness he’d experienced in a very long time, and that made them very similar as Ruth had only known hatred in her marriage toward the end.
    She’d longed for closeness and tenderness, but it’d never come, so what she’d discovered with John was incredible.
    Her breakfast of scrambled eggs on toast and juice arrived and Ruth settled down to eat it, she was starving.
    She picked up her cutlery and then nearly dropped it again as she felt hands running up her smooth thighs underneath the table. Ruth placed her knife down on her plate and reached under the table where she felt John’s short hair, he was kneeling between her shapely legs.
    So this is what he meant by her being ready for him when he wanted her. She was literally aroused and ready for him all he had to do was maneuver up her skirt and feast on her core.
    Ruth giggled as he kissed her thighs. She glanced around the dining car realizing how bizarre she must look so she coughed awkwardly and picked up her knife once again. Luckily, she was sitting alone to eat her breakfast so her strange behavior went unnoticed.
    “Really here of all places, John,” she hissed as she peeked underneath the tablecloth to see his handsome face looking up at her from between her legs. He’d moved her dress up so it were sitting around her thighs and he’d opened her legs wider so he had complete access to the dampness between them. “Can anyone else see you?” she questioned, gazing around the room again. As much as she was turned on, she didn’t want to give the entire room a show. Though, part of her was turned on by the idea.
    “No,” he replied as he went back to kissing her thighs.
    She grinned down at him and then tried to concentrate on her breakfast.
    John began kissing the warm satin skin on her thighs and she felt him opening her shapely legs even wider as his gentle fingers started to rub her aroused clitoris.
    Ruth bit down on her bottom lip as she squirmed slightly in her chair. She tried her best to look normal to anyone watching her, and not like a girl with a man’s tongue darting across her clitoris. She gasped as she felt his tongue starting to lick her apex quickly and she pushed herself into him so she was grinding against his face.
    His tongue licked her faster and faster as she pushed down on to it and squirmed against the hardness of the chair. She groaned and covered the noise up by coughing loudly.
    John put his hands underneath her curvy ass on the chair and held her tightly as he licked her harder and faster, while pushing a finger inside her wetness. Her climax washed over her and she pretended to cough again as her juices flooded out and she shuddered on the hard chair.
    “Are you okay would you like some water?” the waitress asked, giving Ruth a worried look as she stopped at her table.
    “No, thank you. I’m just a little out of breath from coughing that’s all,” Ruth lied as heat flushed across her face. Her eyes darted to look under the table to see John, but he had vanished yet again.
    She finished her, now cold breakfast, and stood up on shaky legs. That was the first time she’d ever experienced a climax while eating breakfast, let alone, the first time in a public place. Ruth hoped it wouldn’t be the last.
    As she was walking back to her cabin, John appeared in front of her making her jump. “You need to whistle or something before you just appear like that,” she laughed as he lowered his head and kissed her gently on the mouth.
    “So did you enjoy your breakfast?” he asked with a wink.
    “Yes, thank you,” she grinned back at him. “Tell me something