Page 46 of Howlin’ For You

With a gentle flush of her cheeks, she scoots to the edge and spreads her legs.

My thoughts evaporate like water on a hot sidewalk as I fall to my knees on the cold tile before her. My thumbs spread her open to my hungry gaze.

I wait a beat. Listen to the hammering of her heart, watch goosebumps lift on her skin with each passing second.

“Nick,” she whispers, squirming where she sits.

With that, I descend. Licking a big stripe up the center of her delicious cunt, a feral growl tears itself from my body.

It’s one thing to taste her, but another entirely to taste us. I suck and lick and eat as if I’m at a Michelin-star restaurant.

I vaguely register her small hands tangling in my hair as her thighs tighten around me. The air thickens, but if I’m going to suffocate, then this is where I want to be.

Between this woman’s legs, I’m no longer the man who lost his entire family, who pushed away everyone who cared about him for months, who only has his business to keep him warm at night. No longer lonely.

With Izzy, I’m a man with a real future. I can see us together in this house for the next fifty years, Goddess willing. Kids, pets, game nights, movie nights, nights where she and I fuck on every single surface.

A real life.

My cock bobs hard and ready between my legs as Izzy’s moans get higher and rougher, as she careens toward a climax I need to have on my tongue.

“I’m so close,” she whimpers, barely audible over the clamping hold she has on my ears.

I double my efforts regardless. Hold on tight to her wide hips so she can’t wiggle away. If I could speak, I would tell her how good she is, how I want her to ride my face and take exactly what she needs from me.

With a soul-healing cry, Izzy shatters above me. Her taste floods my tongue as I greedily devour it. Cinnamon, vanilla, and clove mixed with my earthier musk. I will stay here on my knees for the rest of my life for this woman if she allows it.

She weakly pulls at my hair, trying to squirm away from the sensitivity.

I’m practically throbbing as I stand, chest heaving as I watch her recover, my hands roaming her skin softly. I want her all over again, but only when she’s ready.

Only when she wants it.

Eventually, she cracks open her forest-canopy green eyes and reaches for me. I step fully into the cradle of her hips, eliminating any distance between us.

“Taste us, Izzy,” I rasp. “Taste how perfect we are.”

I take the front of her neck in a firm hold, but not tight. Not putting any real pressure on her yet, just letting her feel me before I draw her into a long kiss.

She moans at our shared release, comes alive in my arms, and practically tries to climb me like a tree.

I lift her into my arms, walking us into the shower and roughly pressing her against the tile. “One more?”

She nods, grasping my cock between us and lining me up. I slip in so easily, it’s the smoothest glide home.

Home.

A wave of emotion hits me, threatening to weaken my knees. I finally have a home.

I suck on her tongue as I slowly pump my hips into her, making every stroke count. Making sure I hit that special spot inside her every single time.

“This pussy has ruined me,” I murmur against her mouth, breathing in every tortured moan she makes. “Gonna want you all the time. Don’t know how I’m going to see you in those tight ass jeans at the coffee shop or in one of your sexy dresses and not throw you down on the ground and take you for the entire town to see.”

Her walls clench around me at my words, desperately strangling my cock.

“Do you like that idea?” I grind against her clit. “Like the thought of me fucking you in front of everyone? Showing this entire damn town who I belong to?”

“Yes.” Her green eyes are practically black with lust as she gazes at me. “But as a fantasy only. You’re mine, and I don’t share.”