Instead he keeps moving lower and slides his tongue between my cheeks.
“Nash!” I cry out. A firm hand at the small of my back holds me in place as he laps at my tiny hole, licking me deeply. A million feelings and emotions wash over me. I’m not really sure what I should be feeling. Disgust, maybe? Embarrassment?
Only I can’t fight him. I wiggle, and he just swats my ass and keeps going. I’m helpless. Nash has me pinned in place and I can’t resist what he’s doing.
As he keeps touching me, I realize I don’t want to resist what he’s doing. His tongue keeps moving and while I was initially embarrassed, now I wonder why we haven’t done this a million times before. My skin is super sensitive and suddenly, I’m at the edge of orgasm. How did that happen? I clench my thighs in anticipation, not wanting the moment to end.
If he keeps going, just a little bit more, I won’t be able to handle it. I’ll explode. I’ll come crying out his name into the bed sheets. Just a little bit more.
Then Nash pulls away and I protest loudly at the absence of his tongue.
“More,” I groan.
“Not just yet, baby.”
He swats my ass a few more times and suddenly, this is feeling less like a punishment and more like a reward. I don’t deserve Nash. I manage to think briefly through the lusty haze that I don’t deserve him, but I’m happy we’re together. I’m happy he’s forgiven me. I’m happy that even though neither one of us is perfect, we have each other.
I feel the head of his cock nudge my back entrance.
“Bear down,” he murmurs, and I do my best to relax my body against him. Soon he’s inside me, stretching me, spreading me. I’ve never felt so filled before. Sex has never felt like this. My body tightens, clenches around his cock as he fills me more and more. Once he’s fully inside of me, Nash holds still for a moment and allows me to get used to his body.
Only my pussy is still wet and my clit is aching as he hovers above me, waiting for something.
Waiting for me to be ready.
This is a part of Nash I’ve not experienced: his wolf.
Nash sometimes babies me with it comes to his wolf instincts. I know he wants to protect me, care for me, but this is a part of him I need to see. This is a part of him I need to be able to experience, too.
I need the wolf just as much as I need the man.
“Please,” I groan, begging. “I need you to fuck me, Nash. Fuck my ass.”
I feel his grip yank my hair, forcing my head back. I close my eyes as he begins to fuck me, thrusting into my body over and over.
“You’re mine, Red,” he groans.
“Yours,” I agree, feeling my orgasm beginning to bubble. My pussy is clenched so tight I feel like I’m going to explode. Nash owns my ass and I can’t help but think how appropriate it is we’re fucking this way on our wedding night. Nothing about our relationship has been normal – at least what I would consider normal – and this seems like the right way to consummate our promises to each other.
Forever.
Nash and me will be together forever.
He releases my hair and my head falls forward. Nash grips my hips and thrusts into me harder, faster. Soon I can’t take it anymore and he seems to sense it because he whispers to me.
“Come for me, Little Red.”
I explode.
My orgasm bubbles over, taking my entire body with it. I shake and cry out, trembling with the sheer power of my body climaxing. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realize Nash is coming, too, climaxing at the same time as me.
And then it’s over.
Neither one of us moves for a few moments. We don’t want to break the spell of what we’ve just shared. Soon, though, Nash pulls away. It’s much too soon.
“Come back,” I murmur, but he pulls me up, off the bed, and into his arms. A soft groan escapes my lips as I adjust to standing on my feet after that, and he chuckles.
“Sore, baby?”