Page 13 of Those That Defy the Realm

He nods.

“Can we remove clothing?

Again he nods.

All the possibilities shuffle through my head. Taking penetration off the table barely narrows the options, and I want to do all of them if he’s game.

“And you really want to do this?” I decide to check once more before I let myself get lost in the moment again.

“Yes,” Henry says with total and complete conviction before sliding his hands up the remaining outer edges of my thighs. He cups my ass and pulls me into him in one fast, smooth motion so that our lips are within easy touching distance once more.

His eyes never leave mine and as he exhales, I feel his breath over my cheeks.

“Kiss me, Ash. Show me what I’ve been missing out on.”

Needing no further instructions I do just that, leaning down the short distance and put my lips to his. It’s like our first kiss, I’m testing the waters. But his left hand is quick to move, gripping the back of my neck and pulling me tighter to him.

His tongue invading my mouth finally squashes the remaining doubt and I stop questioning whether this is a good idea or not. I go back to the fact that I’ve wanted this male since the moment I met him.

As I’m once again seated on his lap, I can immediately tell when he gets hard. His erection pushes into my crotch, giving my own dick the green light. He really is into this, his body’s reaction reassuring me along with the utterly obscene moan he gives me as I push my tongue deeper into his mouth.

Cupping his strong jaw with my hands, I show him just how feral he makes me feel when I’m around him. I fuck him with my tongue. Stroking deep and slow, wrapping it around his own before retreating and repeating the whole process again.

I hold out as long as I can before grinding down onto him once more. I’m aware that this is what freaked him out before but there’s only so long that I can keep my hips still when the pressure in my groin is already hitting inferno levels. Instead of breaking away, he answers my thrust with his own, causing me to join in on the purely sexual groans breaking out between our lips.

Keeping it slow, minutes pass of us just feeling, kissing and pressing our clothed bodies as close as we can, finding a rhythm which heats the air around us more than the fire blazing behind me.

My fingers itch to remove his shirt but I chain my needs and wait for him to make the first move to the next level. As soon as his fingers grip the hem of my top, however, I whip backwards with supernatural speed and the agility my wolf allows.

“Did you want that off?” Henry hooks an eyebrow as he discards the garment. But I’m panting already, so my heaving chest distracts him before I can answer.

He really tests my patience with the slow pace at which his hand comes towards my chest. Gentle fingers brush through the smattering of chest hair I have between my pecs. Watching on in frustration, but understanding, I let him explore my chest in a way he hasn’t before. My chest or any other males. Maybe I puff up a little to try and make sure that mine is the one he’ll remember for always.

Skating across to my nipple, the touch sends pure liquid heat to my cock. I have to adjust it slightly because the constraining fabric is stretched to the max and almost hurts.

The noise I make as he tweaks my nipple is one I can’t control. It’s not dissimilar to a wolf that’s had its tail stepped on. My embarrassment is worth it though for the smile that I’m gifted with. The one that reaches his eyes and makes his whole face mesmerising.

“That was cute.” Henry leans up to kiss me, squeezing my nipple again and evoking the same reaction.

“Stop that,” I pretend to scold him.

“Make me,” he pushes. I think it's a jest but who am I to not take up a challenge like that when it's served up.

Releasing a growl, I quickly grab his wrists, twist his arms, and put both on the top of the backrest of the sofa, behind his head. Swapping my grip so I can hold him in place with one hand, I free my fingers to undo the buttons on his shirt.

He tests the restraint a bit but doesn’t use any of the supreme strength I know he has. After a few gentle tugs, he gives in instead, his arms going pliant in my hold. I think he likes being pinned down. I wonder if he likes doing the pinning as well.

Not letting that thought distract me, I finish my task of opening his shirt and getting my hands on his chest. He has slightly more hair than me and the trail down his centre draws my eyes. It’s one continuous path down over his lightly toned stomach, widening slightly before it disappears under the band of his trousers and only broken slightly by his belly button. Fuck I want to follow it with my tongue.

Before I can do that, however, I need to reveal the path’s destination. Giving his wrists a little squeeze, to remind him I haven’t forgotten I’ve got him restrained, I use my free hand to start working on his belt.

I hear, as well as see, the sharp intake of breath he makes, his stomach jerking under the touch. His dick also gives a hearty kick where it lays just under my hand. Pausing in my quest to get him undressed further, I twist my palm so I can grip him through the fabric. He’s thick and long, which shouldn’t be surprising given his height but it makes my ass clench as I think of him pounding into me with this thing. It would split me in two in the best fucking way.

Giving him a second squeeze, I resume my original task of undoing his trousers. Belt out of the way, I have the button undone and am working on the zipper when Henry’s raspy voice has me halting all movement.

“Stop for a second.”

“Too much?” I ask, immediately dropping both my hands from his body.