over the sides of her neck, then her shoulders. She grazed her fingertips over her breasts. She stopped to circle over her nipples before continuing on. Next, she caressed her clothed stomach before gliding her fingers down her hips until she slid her hands to the back. The zipper gave, and she pushed the skirt off her hips.
Clyde swallowed, stepping farther into the darkness. He was thankful for a hearty shrub. Her hips were full, tantalizing in a pair of black lace boy shorts. Clyde groaned when she stepped out of the skirt, leaving her heels on, and grasped the hem of her shirt. She pulled it over her head and tossed it away from her. The warm, flickering light of the candles touched her in places and cast shadows in other. She looked like a goddess in her demibra.
She cupped her breasts, and Clyde cupped his increasingly hard cock through the cloth of his slacks. He hadn’t even stopped to change his clothes. He’d only been mindful of what he was doing long enough to ensure he’d worn all black and to toss away his tie and jacket before getting out of his car. They’d matched, without even realizing.
She crawled on the bed, giving him a tasty view of her ass, thick and full. He wanted to grasp it, pull the globes apart and bury his face in between. He pumped himself with long strokes as she lay on her back, knees together. For a moment, his view was blocked but she pushed her underwear off her hips, leaving them to hang on one ankle and then unclasped the front of her bra and let the cups gap open. She spread her knees and he could see her entire body.
“My God,” he whispered into the air. Her fingers gripped her nipples, twisting as she tossed her head back and moaned. She wasn’t unsure or coy, she touched what she needed. He could see her pussy becoming slick as she played with nipples. His cock pushed harder against his zipper, almost painfully so. He rushed to pull the zipper down, grasping his throbbing cock. He twisted his hand as he stroked, matching her touch. She continued to finger one of her nipples as her other hand went down her body and stroked over her pussy lips. She sucked in a breath, her back arching, as she circled again. She parted the lips, using two fingers over her clit. She circled faster and faster, her hips lifting off the bed.
“Yes, T.” Clyde moaned with her, pumping his cock faster. Precome leaked from the head, making him slick. He felt larger than he had ever been, his flesh hot. Her fingers danced lower, her heels pushing into the bed so that she could lift her hips higher. He nearly fell to his knees when she stuck one finger inside. His breath rushed out of his lungs. He could swear he could smell the sticky sugar of her sex. Taste its sweetness on her tongue. His wolf was crashing inside of him, struggling to get to the woman he wanted to mark as his mate. Clyde gripped the windowsill, fisting his cock as Tatiana sank in a second finger. Her hips pumped and circled with her fingers.
“Yes, fuck those fingers, T. Make yourself come. Let me see it.” He fisted his cock faster, feeling the odd thickening in the center of his cock. It never quite seemed enough. Like it was just on the edge of his grip. Almost there, and yet not close enough. He only felt it when he was near Tatiana. She was the only one who brought out so much in him. His balls tightened against his body. He was so close but he wanted to come with Tatiana. Wanted to hear her scream through the window as he milked his come out.
“Clyde. Yes, Clyde. Fuck me harder!” He heard her loud and clear through the glass. He couldn’t fight the growl that erupted from him or the shattering grip on the windowsill. Tatiana froze inside. She sat straight up, grabbing at her cover at the same time. She scrambled to her feet, pulling the cover securely around her.
“What the hell?” he heard her say then, slowly kicking off her heels and padding over to her door, staring at the window with fear in her eyes. His
Clyde swallowed, stepping farther into the darkness. He was thankful for a hearty shrub. Her hips were full, tantalizing in a pair of black lace boy shorts. Clyde groaned when she stepped out of the skirt, leaving her heels on, and grasped the hem of her shirt. She pulled it over her head and tossed it away from her. The warm, flickering light of the candles touched her in places and cast shadows in other. She looked like a goddess in her demibra.
She cupped her breasts, and Clyde cupped his increasingly hard cock through the cloth of his slacks. He hadn’t even stopped to change his clothes. He’d only been mindful of what he was doing long enough to ensure he’d worn all black and to toss away his tie and jacket before getting out of his car. They’d matched, without even realizing.
She crawled on the bed, giving him a tasty view of her ass, thick and full. He wanted to grasp it, pull the globes apart and bury his face in between. He pumped himself with long strokes as she lay on her back, knees together. For a moment, his view was blocked but she pushed her underwear off her hips, leaving them to hang on one ankle and then unclasped the front of her bra and let the cups gap open. She spread her knees and he could see her entire body.
“My God,” he whispered into the air. Her fingers gripped her nipples, twisting as she tossed her head back and moaned. She wasn’t unsure or coy, she touched what she needed. He could see her pussy becoming slick as she played with nipples. His cock pushed harder against his zipper, almost painfully so. He rushed to pull the zipper down, grasping his throbbing cock. He twisted his hand as he stroked, matching her touch. She continued to finger one of her nipples as her other hand went down her body and stroked over her pussy lips. She sucked in a breath, her back arching, as she circled again. She parted the lips, using two fingers over her clit. She circled faster and faster, her hips lifting off the bed.
“Yes, T.” Clyde moaned with her, pumping his cock faster. Precome leaked from the head, making him slick. He felt larger than he had ever been, his flesh hot. Her fingers danced lower, her heels pushing into the bed so that she could lift her hips higher. He nearly fell to his knees when she stuck one finger inside. His breath rushed out of his lungs. He could swear he could smell the sticky sugar of her sex. Taste its sweetness on her tongue. His wolf was crashing inside of him, struggling to get to the woman he wanted to mark as his mate. Clyde gripped the windowsill, fisting his cock as Tatiana sank in a second finger. Her hips pumped and circled with her fingers.
“Yes, fuck those fingers, T. Make yourself come. Let me see it.” He fisted his cock faster, feeling the odd thickening in the center of his cock. It never quite seemed enough. Like it was just on the edge of his grip. Almost there, and yet not close enough. He only felt it when he was near Tatiana. She was the only one who brought out so much in him. His balls tightened against his body. He was so close but he wanted to come with Tatiana. Wanted to hear her scream through the window as he milked his come out.
“Clyde. Yes, Clyde. Fuck me harder!” He heard her loud and clear through the glass. He couldn’t fight the growl that erupted from him or the shattering grip on the windowsill. Tatiana froze inside. She sat straight up, grabbing at her cover at the same time. She scrambled to her feet, pulling the cover securely around her.
“What the hell?” he heard her say then, slowly kicking off her heels and padding over to her door, staring at the window with fear in her eyes. His
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