Howl for Me by Lynn Red Page A

seconds I relished his patient, circling strokes. But then what he said finally hit me.
    “You were almost... Oh, wow, that feels good... You were almost run over?”
    “Doesn’t matter now,” he whispered, groaning as he massaged me with the tip of his tongue. “But yeah, in the second before one of those ghosts hit me, the only thing I could think of was what you whispered right at the end of that dream.”
    He pushed his fingers deep and curled them against the sweetest place, that little part of me that just makes me shudder and squirm. He leaned over, sucked my ear, and whispered “Baby.”
    When he pulled away and twisted his fingers, I saw he was smiling, and that there were tears running down his face.
    “We did it,” he whispered. “That wasn’t me hallucinating, right?”
    Never once in my life, had I seen him even get near crying. But there was something intense and beautiful about how the one time he did, it was over our baby.
    “When you left,” I said softly, “I just took the test thing and I was coming to show you.”
    In one smooth motion, he slid his legs out backwards and pushed my knees apart, driving pleasure deep inside me. Pleasure that was so wonderful, so hot and tense, that I felt it well up and fill me, from the inside out.
    I reached down and grabbed his arm, pulling him up. It took a few moments, and when that tongue and those fingers left, I immediately missed them.
    “I can’t wait,” I said. “Don’t make me wait.”
    “If I remember,” Damon said, kissing my trembling lips. “You were on top last time?”
    I couldn’t help but giggle, and blush again.
    He moved himself up, and then down me, before resting right at my entrance. He was smiling, staring right into my eyes, holding me captive with his gaze. And then, when he finally made that first move forward, and I took him in, shuddering with every movement, I was whole.
    No. We. We were whole.
    He moved up, and down, so slowly, that it made my hair curl and my toes tremble. My hands shook when I rested them on his back.
    “I missed you so much,” I whispered. He started to answer, but I intercepted with a kiss.
    A second later he tried to speak again, but I lifted my hips and turned, giving him too much pleasure to say anything. He finally gave up talking, and instead grabbed my hands, and pulled my hips up onto his.
    I locked my ankles behind Damon. Pinned on the mattress with my hands entwined in his, I was completely helpless, completely Damon’s.
    “You’re incredible,” he whispered, in a tight, strained voice. “I can’t even imagine anything better than this.”
    I squeezed the muscles between my legs, clenching him as hard as I could, trying to keep him from moving in, moving out, because I wanted him as deep as he could be, forever and ever. That’s all I wanted... all I needed.
    He shuddered, he twitched, and swelled inside me, and I knew he was having as much trouble as me. Holding back is not one of my strong suits.
    “It’s okay,” I whispered. “You don’t have to act all tough for me.” I giggled softly. “I’m about to, too. I can’t... Oh, God!”
    All at once, the two of us started moving, started breathing, as one soul, with two bodies. The green that tinged my vision flared to life. Damon swelled in me, groaning. He threw his head back, his mouth falling open.
    “I love you... Lily,” he said, in halting breaths. “I don’t need... anything... else...”
    I squeezed Damon with my legs. I pulled myself up to him, holding tight, as we both surrendered to pleasure.
    We shook, we trembled, we moaned, and finally, when we were both exhausted, he laid me back against the blanket. He followed me down, sliding his arm underneath my head, and rolled me over to taste my lips again.
    “Do we ever have to stop doing this?” I asked, still catching my breath.
    Damon’s face grew a little tight, but he smiled, anyway.
    “Unfortunately,” he said, “Yeah. But not today. Late in the third