springs.
Leashing his wolf, he pulled away from the drugging kiss. Her eyes were closed and her lips were swollen and parted, her cheeks pink with a blush. He didn’t want to make love to her for the first time outside where someone might see them. He was going to treat her right and continue to take care of her, no matter how badly his wolf panted.
He hadn’t laced his trousers earlier, so he simply pushed them down his legs and stepped out of them, tossing them toward his shirt and shoes. From the tension in her body, he could tell she was trying not to look at his cock. Part of him wanted her to look and touch and do whatever else her mind could dream up. But not here. This time she didn’t protest when he pinched the hem of the shirt in his fingers and lifted it up her body. He swore the woods around them went quiet as he tugged the shirt over her head and dropped it to the grass, and unlike her, he had no qualms about staring at his mate’s perfect body.
His eyesight was quite sharp thanks to his wolf, and he could see her as clearly as if it were daytime. The full heaviness of her breasts. The sleek curve of her waist. His gaze drank her in like a man dying of thirst. He’d truly never seen a more beautiful woman in his life. Everything about her spoke to him on a cellular level.
“How did I get so lucky?” He kissed her once, knelt to grab the bar of soap and a small cloth, and then straightened, taking her hand.
She didn’t answer, but a glance at her told him she was pleased he liked the way she looked. He pulled her with him a few feet to where a set of steps had been carved into the rocks, and he stepped down into the water.
“Oh,” she said in surprise as she moved down to the first step. “It’s perfect.”
He agreed, and not just about the water. She mirrored him as he slowly moved down into the water and out into the pool. At the deepest end it was almost ten feet deep and under a foot deep at the shallowest end. He stopped when the water was above his waist. He cast his hearing out to make sure they were still alone, and when his wolf was satisfied that no one else was around, he ducked under the water and urged her to do the same.
As she surfaced, smoothing her hair back with her hands, the moonlight caught the water on her body, and she looked exactly as he’d pictured the water nymphs looking like all those years ago. His wolf rose up inside him quickly, and the need to mark her and make her his forever was almost too hard to ignore. He fought the urge to turn her around and sink his teeth into her neck and bury his cock deep inside her pussy. With some effort, he turned his attention to the soap and lathered his hands. He buried his fingers into her wet tresses and began to work the soap into a thick lather. Her head tipped back, and she gripped his upper arms as her eyes slid closed with a soft groan. He’d never witnessed anything so erotic in his life. He washed her hair and then, as she rinsed it out under the water, he reached for the cloth underwater and then grabbed the soap that had been floating on the water next to them.
She smoothed her hair back and smiled at him. “What kind of soap is that? It smells really nice.”
“Honeysuckle. I’m glad you like it.”
He dropped the soap and picked up her hand. He washed each of her fingers and then her hand before stroking the cloth up her arm slowly. Swirling the cloth across her chest, he tended to her other arm before smoothing the lather onto her stomach. He reached for the soap and lathered the cloth again, making sure that his hands were well lathered, too. He pressed the cloth and one lathered hand against her waist and slid his hands slowly up her body. Her eyes never left his, but her hands dug into his upper arms, and her mouth parted slightly as he moved his hands to her breasts. The cloth covered one mound, but his other hand captured the
Leashing his wolf, he pulled away from the drugging kiss. Her eyes were closed and her lips were swollen and parted, her cheeks pink with a blush. He didn’t want to make love to her for the first time outside where someone might see them. He was going to treat her right and continue to take care of her, no matter how badly his wolf panted.
He hadn’t laced his trousers earlier, so he simply pushed them down his legs and stepped out of them, tossing them toward his shirt and shoes. From the tension in her body, he could tell she was trying not to look at his cock. Part of him wanted her to look and touch and do whatever else her mind could dream up. But not here. This time she didn’t protest when he pinched the hem of the shirt in his fingers and lifted it up her body. He swore the woods around them went quiet as he tugged the shirt over her head and dropped it to the grass, and unlike her, he had no qualms about staring at his mate’s perfect body.
His eyesight was quite sharp thanks to his wolf, and he could see her as clearly as if it were daytime. The full heaviness of her breasts. The sleek curve of her waist. His gaze drank her in like a man dying of thirst. He’d truly never seen a more beautiful woman in his life. Everything about her spoke to him on a cellular level.
“How did I get so lucky?” He kissed her once, knelt to grab the bar of soap and a small cloth, and then straightened, taking her hand.
She didn’t answer, but a glance at her told him she was pleased he liked the way she looked. He pulled her with him a few feet to where a set of steps had been carved into the rocks, and he stepped down into the water.
“Oh,” she said in surprise as she moved down to the first step. “It’s perfect.”
He agreed, and not just about the water. She mirrored him as he slowly moved down into the water and out into the pool. At the deepest end it was almost ten feet deep and under a foot deep at the shallowest end. He stopped when the water was above his waist. He cast his hearing out to make sure they were still alone, and when his wolf was satisfied that no one else was around, he ducked under the water and urged her to do the same.
As she surfaced, smoothing her hair back with her hands, the moonlight caught the water on her body, and she looked exactly as he’d pictured the water nymphs looking like all those years ago. His wolf rose up inside him quickly, and the need to mark her and make her his forever was almost too hard to ignore. He fought the urge to turn her around and sink his teeth into her neck and bury his cock deep inside her pussy. With some effort, he turned his attention to the soap and lathered his hands. He buried his fingers into her wet tresses and began to work the soap into a thick lather. Her head tipped back, and she gripped his upper arms as her eyes slid closed with a soft groan. He’d never witnessed anything so erotic in his life. He washed her hair and then, as she rinsed it out under the water, he reached for the cloth underwater and then grabbed the soap that had been floating on the water next to them.
She smoothed her hair back and smiled at him. “What kind of soap is that? It smells really nice.”
“Honeysuckle. I’m glad you like it.”
He dropped the soap and picked up her hand. He washed each of her fingers and then her hand before stroking the cloth up her arm slowly. Swirling the cloth across her chest, he tended to her other arm before smoothing the lather onto her stomach. He reached for the soap and lathered the cloth again, making sure that his hands were well lathered, too. He pressed the cloth and one lathered hand against her waist and slid his hands slowly up her body. Her eyes never left his, but her hands dug into his upper arms, and her mouth parted slightly as he moved his hands to her breasts. The cloth covered one mound, but his other hand captured the
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