Perfect Mate (Book Two: A Werewolf BBW Shifter Romance) by Aubrey Rose Page A
Authors: Aubrey Rose
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thighs. Couldn't he? Even if he was blind...
"Julia, you are more beautiful than any other woman I've ever known. Don't doubt it. I want every piece of you inside of my thoughts," Damien said. "When you touch me, I want to be able to visualize it. When I take you, I want to see it in my mind."
He bent his head down and let his lips graze over Julia's stomach. It tickled a bit, but the giggles turned to moans as Damien moved down, down to the already wet slit between her legs. She groaned loudly as he pressed his tongue against her and sealed his lips around her most sensitive spot, sucking hard.
"That's my girl," Damien said. He pursed his lips and blew cool air over her aroused folds. She moved her hands down to touch herself, to cover the naked parts of her, but he grabbed her by the wrists and moved her hands aside.
"This might just be the most lovely part of you," Damien said, bending his head to lick her wetness. Long, deep strokes of the tongue.
She forgot the pinpricks of the pine needles on her back as he teased her into arousal again. She'd never imagined...this. That a man could want her this badly, could push his tongue inside of her, could suckle her until the earth moved under her back—this was an incredible thought. None of her friends had ever talked about boys pleasing them, just wanting to fuck them. Get his dick wet , that was the phrase her best friend had used to describe the boy at the bar that she eventually left with. But Damien's every motion seemed aimed toward one goal only: pleasing her. Perhaps it was that he could sense her feelings, he could sense the reaction that his kisses and strokes produced inside of her core.
All of this disappeared in a blinding explosion of desire as he thrust two fingers into her.
"Oh! Damien!"
The sensation pulsed through her that she was his, only his. She rocked against his hand, forcing her body upon his fingers, impaling herself. If you had asked her a week ago whether she would ever kiss a man, she would have been doubtful. Now, though, she ached to have Damien inside of her again and knew, with more certainty than she'd thought possible, that he was hers as much as she was his.
The air around her warmed her as she found her rhythm against him. His lips moved against her, his tongue licking, his mouth sucking. She did not know anymore what she felt and what she imagined, for the world was like a dream to her as she moved her hips, rolling them against his mouth as her tension built higher, higher, then erupted from deep within her core.
"Yes... yes !"
The orgasm rolled through her, different than the one before, though just as powerful. Quickly she clasped her fist into her mouth, stifling the loud cry that burst forward from her lungs as she rode the waves of pleasure into release. Her body clenched around his fingers and shuddered once, then again, and again as his tongue licked her tenderly.
Breathing hard, she could not do anything but whimper as he lay back beside her and drew her close to him in a warm embrace. Birds in the treetops sang, or perhaps it was her ears ringing from the symphony of bliss reverberating through her body. He stroked her body with his hands under she curled up to his chest, satiated.
"You're incredible," she murmured, nestling herself into his body. Dark hair lined his chest, defining the rippling muscles underneath, and she ran her fingers through the wiry strands. "Can I... can I do something for you?" She blushed and tucked her head against his shoulder even as she asked the question.
"As much as I'd love it, I should get back to my pack," Damien said.
"Take me with you," Julia said, without thinking. As she said the words, though, she knew it was the right decision.
"The wolf is there," Damien said, his voice dropping into a serious tone. "The one who tried to attack you. Do you really want to see him again?"
"I want to meet your pack," Julia said firmly. She needed to see the other shifter. She needed to know
"Julia, you are more beautiful than any other woman I've ever known. Don't doubt it. I want every piece of you inside of my thoughts," Damien said. "When you touch me, I want to be able to visualize it. When I take you, I want to see it in my mind."
He bent his head down and let his lips graze over Julia's stomach. It tickled a bit, but the giggles turned to moans as Damien moved down, down to the already wet slit between her legs. She groaned loudly as he pressed his tongue against her and sealed his lips around her most sensitive spot, sucking hard.
"That's my girl," Damien said. He pursed his lips and blew cool air over her aroused folds. She moved her hands down to touch herself, to cover the naked parts of her, but he grabbed her by the wrists and moved her hands aside.
"This might just be the most lovely part of you," Damien said, bending his head to lick her wetness. Long, deep strokes of the tongue.
She forgot the pinpricks of the pine needles on her back as he teased her into arousal again. She'd never imagined...this. That a man could want her this badly, could push his tongue inside of her, could suckle her until the earth moved under her back—this was an incredible thought. None of her friends had ever talked about boys pleasing them, just wanting to fuck them. Get his dick wet , that was the phrase her best friend had used to describe the boy at the bar that she eventually left with. But Damien's every motion seemed aimed toward one goal only: pleasing her. Perhaps it was that he could sense her feelings, he could sense the reaction that his kisses and strokes produced inside of her core.
All of this disappeared in a blinding explosion of desire as he thrust two fingers into her.
"Oh! Damien!"
The sensation pulsed through her that she was his, only his. She rocked against his hand, forcing her body upon his fingers, impaling herself. If you had asked her a week ago whether she would ever kiss a man, she would have been doubtful. Now, though, she ached to have Damien inside of her again and knew, with more certainty than she'd thought possible, that he was hers as much as she was his.
The air around her warmed her as she found her rhythm against him. His lips moved against her, his tongue licking, his mouth sucking. She did not know anymore what she felt and what she imagined, for the world was like a dream to her as she moved her hips, rolling them against his mouth as her tension built higher, higher, then erupted from deep within her core.
"Yes... yes !"
The orgasm rolled through her, different than the one before, though just as powerful. Quickly she clasped her fist into her mouth, stifling the loud cry that burst forward from her lungs as she rode the waves of pleasure into release. Her body clenched around his fingers and shuddered once, then again, and again as his tongue licked her tenderly.
Breathing hard, she could not do anything but whimper as he lay back beside her and drew her close to him in a warm embrace. Birds in the treetops sang, or perhaps it was her ears ringing from the symphony of bliss reverberating through her body. He stroked her body with his hands under she curled up to his chest, satiated.
"You're incredible," she murmured, nestling herself into his body. Dark hair lined his chest, defining the rippling muscles underneath, and she ran her fingers through the wiry strands. "Can I... can I do something for you?" She blushed and tucked her head against his shoulder even as she asked the question.
"As much as I'd love it, I should get back to my pack," Damien said.
"Take me with you," Julia said, without thinking. As she said the words, though, she knew it was the right decision.
"The wolf is there," Damien said, his voice dropping into a serious tone. "The one who tried to attack you. Do you really want to see him again?"
"I want to meet your pack," Julia said firmly. She needed to see the other shifter. She needed to know
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