The Darkness We Hide

Michelle woke the next morning to Gareth cooking bacon and eggs in his kitchen. Smiling at the picture he made, with his large fingers wrapped delicately around the handle of the whisk as he fluffed the eggs.

Pulling on his discarded pajama top, she shuffled to the bar that separated his kitchen from the rest of the loft, settling lightly on one of the stools.

“What’s for breakfast?” she asked, gratefully accepting the cup of coffee that magically appeared in Gareth’s hands.

“I was planning on eggs Florentine,” he replied, returning to his whisk.

“Mmm,” Michelle replied, enjoying the sweet, creaminess of the dark brew. “Sounds good.

“Anything I can do to help?” she offered, hoping he would just let her sit and relax.

“Nope,” Gareth replied, pulling a tart pan from under the counter, “just sit there and look beautiful.”

“The sitting I can do,” Michelle laughed, taking another sip, “the beautiful part may have to wait until after I finish my coffee and take a shower.”

Gareth chuckled at her joke as he slid the pan into the oven.

“We have about thirty minutes while this bakes,” he said seductively, leering at her. “Any ideas how to pass the time?”

Michelle was still amazed at this man’s sexual appetite. Not that she was complaining, he was the most talented lover she’d ever had. He seemed to have a map in his mind that led him to all of her hot spots, sparking orgasms with a single touch, but sometimes she worried that she wouldn’t be able to keep up with him and he would soon tire of her.

“I am going to take my shower,” she replied, sliding to the floor.

“Am I not invited?” he asked sulkily.

“If you can behave and not get too handsy, then yes,” she said as she walked towards the bathroom.

With a devilish smile, he followed her, both knowing he had no intention of any such thing.

Once under the steaming spray Gareth slid to his knees, his face nuzzling into the patch of hair between her legs.

He wanted to take her again, to feel her tight opening around his own member as he plunged in and out of her, but he’d already taken too many chances, bedding her without protection, he couldn’t risk it again, not until he’d had the chance to tell her about his real self, his lycan self.

Slowly, his hands slid up the inside of her thighs, gently opening her legs so he could taste her.

Parting her outer lips with his fingers, he let his tongue lap at her already dripping mound.

Hearing her gasp, he circled the delicate nub again and again as Michelle fought to catch her breath, begging Gareth for mercy.

Maneuvering her left leg so it hung over his shoulder, Gareth gained more access to her juicy core, his lips locking onto the throbbing pink bud, sucking hungrily at it.

While his mouth worked the outside of her sex, he slid two finger into her inner folds, driving them up as far as he could desperate to feel her muscles clamp around them as she came.

Between the overwhelming sensations of his demanding mouth and the powerful thrusts of his fingers, Michelle climaxed in only a few moments, her body left shaking from the strength of her orgasm as Gareth lapped up every drop he could draw from her.

“You taste so good,” he said huskily, standing to look down at her.

Michelle was still too stunned from the overwhelming power of her climax to put two sounds together.

Leaning heavily against the side of the shower, she was shocked that she was still on her own two feet.

Taking her face in his hands, Gareth kissed her, sharing the pungent taste of her own sex with her.

Hearing a beeping sound, he cursed before disengaging himself from her lips and stepping out of the shower, leaving Michelle weak kneed leaning against the slick tile.

Still panting and shaking, Michelle managed to soap her body and halfheartedly wash her hair before the water started turning cold and she was forced out of the shower.

Every time she thought Gareth had shown her the pinnacle of sexual release, he managed to show her a new one.

Whatever he’d done in the shower was still hard to put into words besides “holy fucking God”.

Wrapped in a towel, she managed to make it to the bed before her legs gave out completely and she collapsed onto it, moaning at the jolt that shot through her body from her still sensitive sex.

Gareth heard her moan and smiled to himself as he set their breakfast aside to cool. Scenting the air, he could still smell the heady musk that still dripped from between Michelle’s legs.

Slowing her breathing to normal, she was finally able to pull her thoughts together. Standing, she toweled herself dry and carefully pulled on a pair of Gareth’s too large boxers, gasping when the seam rubbed against her most tender parts.

Pulling on the same pajama top she’d had on earlier, she moved towards the kitchen, enjoying both the smell of breakfast and the afterglow of her mind blowing shower.

Gareth had the dining table set, ready for them to eat. Guiding Michelle to her seat, he poured more coffee into her cup before taking his own seat.

“You okay?” he asked with a sly smile.

“Yeah,” Michelle managed, trying to find a position to sit that didn’t cause her to gasp.

“Okay,” she said finally, unable to stop herself. “Where did you learn to do that? And why don’t other men know about it?”

“Oorah,” Gareth replied, his smile turning devilish.

“What?” she asked, confused.

“I was in the Marine Corps,” he replied, putting a slice of the tart on her plate.

“That explains nothing,” she said, picking up her fork.

“You wouldn’t believe the stories we shared after a long haul across the desert,” he chuckled, sipping his own coffee. “A couple of bottles of smuggled liquor and a sky filled with more stars than you could imagine ever existed… well, guys talk.”