Just a Wolf

Dominic

I feel like I’ve died and been brought back to life, tormented and then soothed, imprisoned and then set free, all by her miraculous fingers. Having her hands on my skin set me on fire. Then she saved me from burning alive, by making me come again right through my pants. I’m almost glad that we haven’t had real sex yet - I’m not sure how I’d survive, with how crazy she can make me already. Best to adjust slowly, I think, better than plunging in all at once and having a heart attack from the excitement. Just a few more days. We’ll get there.

In the meantime, it’s my turn. She got her hands up under my shirt, and that gives me hope that she’s ready for me to do the same. She’s lying here on me, her face right on my bare chest, skin to skin contact. Her hand is tracing little patterns on my skin, her fingers curling into the little patch of chest hair I have in the middle. It’s super hot, but also very sweet, and I can appreciate it so much more now than I would have been able to before I came. By giving me what I needed, taking care of my single-minded obsession, she has freed me up to do other things.

“Wait here,” I tell her, “I’ll be right back.”

She smiles from the pillow. We both have pretty good night vision, even in our human forms, since wolf traits carry over to some extent. So we don’t really need to have any lights on in order to see, at least a little. Enough to know she is smiling.

I duck into the bathroom to clean up again. Convenient that she has a private one right in her room.

When I come back out, she lifts her arms, inviting me to join her on the bed once again. But I don’t. Instead, I meet her hands in the air, and tug her forward, so that she is sitting up on the side of the bed. No, this isn’t quite how I want it, I’m way too tall compared to her. We should switch places. I lift her again, bringing her to her feet, then I take her spot, sitting on the edge of the bed.

There, that’s more like it. In this position, my face is right at the level of her boobs, and it’s a good thing my dick is still too tired to get hard again so soon. Otherwise my focus would return to that, and instead I am able to just appreciate the view, seeing her standing before me.

We don’t speak, not with words. There is no need. We are communicating with the motions of our bodies, and the emotions of our souls, so in tune with each other that I can feel her love, her excitement, her eagerness.

She puts her hands around my shoulders, and I wrap my arms around her waist, and we just hold each other this way, my face pressed to her chest, feeling her warmth through the fabric of her shirt, and the softness of her boobs under my cheek. I feel her lips pressing to the top of my head, as I rub her back gently. It is a tender moment, quiet and loving. I feel so close to her, as I listen to her heart beating, its soothing rhythm fast but steady.

Just as she did, I let my hand dip under the bottom edge of her shirt, and allow only my fingertips to brush against the soft skin of her back, very lightly, over the waistband of her pants. She’s still wearing the business casual looking outfit that she had on for her meetings in Arcata today, a blouse with a cardigan over it. I hope to get rid of those shortly.

When she feels my fingers brush against her skin, I hear her suck in a breath, and feel her start to tremble. It is that little shiver that does me in, triggers both a protectiveness and a passion which blossom within me. I somehow want both to take care of her and to devour her.

I reach both of my hands up under her shirt, splaying out my fingers, and both of my hands together take up the entire lower part of her back. I think that I could almost span her entire waist with my fingers, she is so slender, so sexy, so appealing. I can’t try, though, not right now, it is a tight squeeze inside her form-fitting blouse.

I want to find a way to get it off of her, without alarming her, but she surprises me. She shrugs the cardigan sweater off her shoulders, pulls it from her arms and drops it to the floor. My hands are still inside her blouse, pressed against her back, and I look up at her from my vantage point next to her chest.

Her hands move down, getting between my face and her stomach, and I am almost afraid she wants to push me away, but instead I see that she crosses her wrists, grabs the bottom of her shirt and starts pulling it upwards. I am slightly distracted by the way she crosses her arms to do it - is that how I take a shirt off? I don’t think so.

But then I am helping her, pushing the shirt up from the back side, and in a moment she is tugging it over her head. I am facing a lacy bra, her cleavage on display for my eyes, and her delicious slender torso is the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen in my life, creamy and pale like a delicate porcelain statue. I am frozen, unable to move, overwhelmed by this moment.

I sense something from her that breaks me out of my trance. She feels … embarrassed, or shy, or awkward, and I realize that she has never done this before, never shown herself to a man like this. I find my words. I whisper to her, “You are so beautiful, Amelia, I’ve never seen anything so wonderful in my life.” This feels like such an emotional moment. “Thank you,” I whisper, so grateful that she is trusting me, sharing with me, simply being with me.

I probably sound like an idiot, but I hope she understands what I mean. She must, because she runs her hands across my shoulders again, and bends down to find my lips, and I kiss her like this, as she leans over me, surrounded by her face and her boobs and her hands and her skin, and I am definitely in heaven.

I start kissing my way down her throat, and she leans back again, so that I can reach, and soon my teeth are grazing against my not-mark on her throat, and she gasps and presses herself against me, her boobs smashing against my chest, and her hands clutching my shoulders. I think I feel a little fingernail back there, she is grabbing me so hard. And it feels so good, the little flash of pain, and I get the sense that I’d be happy for her to just tear me apart.

She is trembling again, and I feel her sway on her feet, so I pull her down onto my lap, spinning her around so that she is facing away from me. I cuddle her into my chest, wrapping one arm around her, and using the other one to pull her hair over to one side so that I can kiss the back of her neck there.

She shivers, deliciously, and I can tell that she is feeling on fire, just as I was. I let my hand roam down across her body, feeling the skin of her throat, her chest, and oh my god her boob. It fills my hand, nothing but the little lacy bra between us, and I spend a minute just kneading it, feeling that sensation, while she gasps and shivers and squirms.

I know what she really needs, though, so my hand continues its path, down across her slender waist, until I have left her bare skin behind and am working my way down over her pants to her crotch.

She jerks, and gasps, and moans when my fingers make contact with her there, and I do what I did last night, pushing in, rubbing back and forth, up and down, through her pants. I find one spot towards the top that makes her jump, and she makes a yipping sound like a little dog, and almost falls out of my arms, but my other arm is holding her tight and I keep her safe, secure against my chest, her bare skin against my torso, while I make her come. I can’t believe the feeling it gives me to have this power, and to give her this gift.

She grows rigid, her muscles tense, almost rears entirely off of my lap, and is shrieking without words, sort of “Ah! Ah! Ah!” There is a silence as she grows almost paralyzed, not moving for a couple of seconds, as hard as a statue in my arms, then she collapses against me.

I lift my hand, and both of my arms are wrapped around her, and she hangs limply within my grasp, panting and shaking.

I pull her down to the bed, so that we are lying down together, holding her in front of me like the sexiest teddy bear in the universe, while she calms down. We’re wearing our pants still, and she has her bra on, but otherwise our bare chests are together, her soft skin pressed up against me. I have never been so happy.

When she finally is breathing normally, and has stopped shaking, her hand moves up to rub against my arm as I hold her. “You make me feel so happy,” she whispers.

“That’s not all I make you do,” I can’t resist teasing, and it makes her giggle.

“That’s part of it,” she says, and then we are quiet again for a while. Not sleeping, just being. Together.

“Oooh!” she says after several minutes of blissful quiet, listening to her breathe, smelling the scent wafting off of her.

"What?” I ask.

“It’s after midnight! Merry Christmas!”

I smile into her hair. “Merry Christmas to you too. Thank you for my Christmas present,” I add, moving my hand back up to her boob, massaging it some more, adoring every part of this situation.

“I have a real present for you,” she says, and I hear the smile in her voice.

“What? Really?”

“I do! Do you want it now, or later at my parents’ house?”

“Oh, now, please! Obviously!”

She moves out of my arms, which feels like a tragedy, and crosses the room to pick up the big bag she had with her in Arcata. She flips on a light for the first time since we got in here tonight, and I see that she has a small wrapped present in her hands.

“When did you have the chance to wrap a present for me?” I ask, astonished.

She sits down next to me, no longer seeming shy about the fact that she has no shirt on, and gives me a little smirk. “It’s my secret,” she says. She hands me the gift. “Here, open it.”

I sit up, and take the present, but first I have to kiss her some more.

“Ok!” she finally says, “open your present!”

I grin, give her one more kiss, one more squeeze of her boob, and tear the paper open. There’s a little box inside, which I open too, and inside see something red. I lift it out, and stare at it in disbelief. “Is this… a fez?!”

She grins hugely. “Yes! Merry Christmas!”

“Fezzes are cool!!!” I say, probably way too loudly. “Oh my god!” I put it on my head, and flip the tassel over so it isn’t hanging right on my face, and say, “How does it look?”

“Perfect, Doctor,” she tells me with a look of mischief.

More kissing, obviously. After a while, I say, “Thank you, Impossible Girl. How did I get so lucky?”

She moves as though to pull me back down onto the bed, but I say, “Hold on. I have a present for you too. It isn’t wrapped but I picked it up for you today.”

Her eyes get wide. “Really?”

“Yep. Wait here, I have to go get it. I brought it up to my room earlier when I went up there to change. I’ll be right back.”

Without another word, I dash out the door, leaving her laughing behind me. I zoom up the inside stairs out of the basement, around through the packhouse to the stairway leading to the wing where our rooms are, and go bursting in the door of my room.

Evan opens his eyes. Oops. I should have tried to be more quiet and not wake him up. He flips on the light next to his bed and squints up at me. “What are you wearing?” he asks.

Oh. I look down at myself, no shirt, no shoes, red fez. This whole thing should have been better thought out before I came running up here.

But I don’t care. Evan knows that I’m at least dating Amelia, that’s not a secret. And he’ll understand about the fez, he’s a nerd too. “She gave me this for Christmas!” I tell him, pointing at my head.

“Well, fezzes are cool,” he points out, then pulls a pillow over his face. “But you didn’t seriously come waking me up just to show me that, did you?”

“No,” I say, rushing over to my backpack where I have the shell waiting for Amelia. “I picked up this shell for her at the beach. I just need to grab this, then I’ll go.”

He pokes his head out from under the pillow, and looks at the shell. “Sweet. Go away.”

“Merry Christmas to you too,” I tell him, laughing a little, and flip the light back off for him and rush back down to Amelia.

When I get back to her room, she is sitting up expectantly on the bed, and I am very pleased to see that she hasn’t put any more clothes on. I plunk down next to her, and hand her the shell. “Merry Christmas!”

“Oooh!” she says, running her fingers over it, “this is so pretty!”

“I found it at the beach today, and wanted to give it to you for Christmas. It will always remind you of me.”

She looks up at me and tilts her head. “I’ll always remember you, no matter what. Because you’ll always be with me.”

“I know,” I say, shrugging, “but look at it. It’s just like me.”

She looks down at it, and back up to me. “Pretty?”

I grin at her and explain, “Brown and smooth!”

She laughs, and grabs me, and there is a lot more kissing. Eventually, we pull the covers over ourselves, the first time that we have actually gotten into the bed together, with our pants on. I fall asleep with her wonderful bare skin pressed up against my chest, her scent in my nose, her love in my heart.