Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
How can the mating of mouths feel this good?
One of her hands is still pressed against my racing heart, while the other grabs the waist of my pants. I grow stiff and hard as I pull her in closer.
She groans into my mouth, fingers fisting against my bare stomach and the worn leather of my pants.
I want to mate her. I want to bear her down to the soft grasses and fuck her sweet cunt so, so badly. I want to tear open my pants and release my stiff cock—
My tail whips restlessly in the air behind me. Gods of the Great Hall, I want it so badly.
I want it so badly. . . and yet.
My hand still in her hair, I tug away from her questing mouth.
She lets out a little protesting moan. And I want to bring her back into me even more.
She’s blinking, and for a moment, our eyes search each other. Her lips are berry pink from our kisses. And more than anything, I want her to trust me. To know that all I want is her pleasure.
“May I explore your body?”
Her mouth drops open. “I—W-what?”
“I want to free you from these clothes and explore every inch of your body with my tongue and lips.”
“O-oh.” She pauses in silence, breaths coming quickly.
Have I pressed for too much, too fast? Dammit, I was supposed to have patience. But before I can withdraw my request, she looks around as if to ensure we are alone and then pulls her shirt over her head.
I grin, awash with a flush of joy at every new inch of her flesh that is exposed to me. But she is not nearly bare to me yet. Another contraption covers her voluptuous breasts, soft mountains that I immediately want to cover with my hands.
She sees where my eyes are. “D-do you want me to take my bra off?”
I swallow and meet her gaze. Patience. “I want what you want,” I say low, stepping closer to her and dropping my lips to the soft skin of her shoulder.
How, how, can skin be so soft? I inhale her, and she shudders as I skim my lips over to her collarbone.
“Holy shit,” she whispers low. “How can you make me feel like this when you’re barely even touching me? Usually I don’t let anyone touch me without the lights off. But you make me feel…”
She’s trembling and so warm. Her arms twist around behind her, and the thick cloth securing her breasts suddenly loosens.
I pull back slightly in surprise as she slides the straps down her arms.
I’m transfixed as the cups drop away from her ample chest, and all the air blasts out of my lungs when her huge, swinging teats are revealed.
Immediately, my hands take the place of the cloth cups. She’s so deliciously heavy in my hands. Heavy but soft at the same time, so round and full.
“I know they aren’t the perkiest,” she says, eyes down.
“They’re perfect,” I breathe out, my voice husky from trying to hold back my wild lust. “I can’t imagine any more perfect.”
I move around behind her back so that my hands can cup her fully, my thumbs and fingertips toying with the pebbled nipples that peak her perfect, full breasts as I embrace her. I’ve never touched anything more womanly, and I’ve never felt more male.
My cock is fully hard in my pants, and she can’t help but feel it jamming into her equally ample ass as I nestle my lips against the nape of her neck and start laying kisses there. Apparently, she doesn’t mind because she presses her round ass back against me, delighting in how she affects me.
She pulls her long hair to the side so I have better access to her neck.
Ahhhh, yes. To have a female delighting in my touch. . . it’s headier than any alcohol or drug I’ve ever tried. The way she gives herself to me. . .
My teeth nibble her flesh, and she whines, a little high-pitched needy noise that’s so exquisite, I want to live in this moment forever.
“Remus,” she whispers. “Remus.”
And then she flips around to face me and throws her arms around my neck. At first, I’m surprised and worried about her hands making contact with Romulus. But my hood stays in place, and her fevered eyes are only on me as she lunges forward, bare breasts pressed to my chest as she kisses me.
In this moment, there is only her and I.
I’m allowed what I’ve never been allowed before. To simply be myself, taking what I want.
And all I want is her.
I welcome her embrace, though I do redirect her arms to my waist, where I feel more comfortable. She secures her arms to me and tugs me in so close her soft bosoms smush against my chest. The feel of her flesh against my flesh—fuck—and then her lips are on mine again.