Chapter 82
Miranda hadn't quite rested since she returned from the mighty blue mountains. It was quite unfair for the silver wolves to bombard her with care-filled visits and partying when she should be in bed.
After Damian noticed her tiredness right beside him on the Alpha's seat, he excused her from the party and took her upstairs.
Miranda was tired yes, and more than happy to be excused from there, but then she craved something else at that moment, something she'd been deprived of the past few days, something that mattered to her now more than the rest he was offering.
As soon as they both entered the room, he was about to leave when she dragged him by the hand to stay, playfully rubbing her body against his chest. He knew what she wanted.
"Miranda, we can't do this now... You need to rest. That's why I brought you here."
"I know," she whispered, "but I won't be able to rest if you're not there... right beside me. Kiss me Damian... I know you want to... Or haven't you missed my body?"
Damn right he has, for the past nights, he hasn't been able to sleep, all because she wasn't right there beside him.
"Miranda..."
She brought herself closer to him, entered his embrace as she brought his face closer and opened his mouth with hers. Her body was soft in his hands, her mouth open and hungry as their tongues met and as she pushed against him. He felt her thigh against his, her soft breast pressed against his chest, her little hot tongue touching his lips. Juicy.
His mouth left hers and trailed kisses round her neck, lighting up sensations in the parts of her body that burned for him, she closed her eyes, tilted her head back and let out a soft moan. She gasped as she felt the warmth building between his legs. She could already feel a tent bulging from his pants before she wrapped her hand around it and looked at him with big eyes that told him all those things a man wants to hear without saying it.
He took her to the couch and laid her down, leaving behind kisses on her feminine parts. Trying to get more hands on her skin, he pawed at her through her clothes, tugging at the fabric, he unwrapped her like a precious gift as he slipped off her top. Soft yet strong fingers glided over her breasts, teeth nipped her skin as they moved across her bra. She floated on pleasure as he unclipped her bra, unleashing more of what he wanted: skin. He craved more of her skin. Her released breasts were now firm. and pert, just begging for his mouth.
She gasped as she took his hand and placed it on her left breast. Instinctively, he began to cup it, massaging her areolas, and lightly rubbing her nipple with his thumb. He then used his mouth, his tongue swirling her nipple while groping the other with his hand.
He massaged each breast and gave quick kisses to each nipple, making her heart soar. When he latched on to her nipples, she was sure she left a wet spot on the couch.
As he tugged on more of her clothes, It felt like it was her flesh being ripped at until she laid there naked for all of him to see.
He took off his shirt and brought his head between her thighs to pleasure her. He ran his tongue up and down her lips, getting them wet enough to spread with his tongue. As she became aroused, the scent of her juices turned him on, and he became harder and harder. As he worked his tongue around her clit, she began massaging her nipples with one hand, putting the other on the back of his head and pushing his face deeper inside of her. She began to grind towards his face... squirming, moaning.
He could feel her thighs start to quiver on his cheeks and her knees started to buckle; then it was over as quickly as it started, he ripped his face from between her legs and brought it closer to hers, she ran her fingers over his cheeks, then across his lips.
He kissed her nose and then her mouth, the reassurance he knew she wanted. He needed her approval every step of the way.
He then hooked her knees over his shoulders and hovered so close to her pussy that she could feel the heat of his breath, but not the touch of his lips. Not where she wanted him to be. He insisted on this painfully slow progress until she was whimpering, squeezing her breasts and bucking her hips in an attempt to make contact. He wasn't going to give her what she craved, not yet. He was drawing out her torture, breathing in her growing arousal as he moved up the length of her body. His mouth closed around her nipple again. Back arched, she tried to force her breast into his mouth, but he drew back, only lashing the little peak with the tip of his tongue. With his palms pressed to her thighs he held open. He smiled, watching her squirm.
Then without warning, finally he plunged his tongue inside her, as deep as it would go. She groaned loud and long with satisfaction and gratitude and grinded against his mouth. He stilled her again, holding her hips firmly with his strong hands. Just as she was about to protest this control, he fucked her pussy with his tongue, sinking into her glossy depths. She groaned deep in her throat, settling her head back into the pillow. Occasionally he withdrew his tongue and trailed it up her slit to circle the hard nub of her clit. With such lightness he flicked the tip of his tongue across her clit, an action so soft it could have been a whisper. Then he flicked it harder, forcing her to realise that it had been his muscular tongue all along.
She was getting closer; her breathing was coming hard and fast. He expertly teased a total loss of control from her. His lips closed around her swollen and sensitive clit and he began to suck. She had to swallow her cries while she pinched and pulled on her nipples. Her belly clenched as the low, aching wave built, threatening to shatter her into a million tiny shards.
Still making eye contact sucking on her nipple he shoved her leg and reached down to touch her wet pussy, and it was really wet. Rubbing her clit and slowly sliding his fingers in, she laid back and let him play with her. He slid down his pants and watched him slap his hard cock on her clit and rubbing it up and down, slowly teasing her.
Naked and ready, she sprawled herself out on the bed. He must have loved seeing her like that because he was rock hard. He pumped his cock in his hand. Poised over her, he lined up his shaft, and then quickly, her pussy sucked him in. Damian groaned as he plunged into her deeper. She reached her hands out to him and gripped him tight as she steadied herself. He sensed her need and want. This was it. The true connection she'd craved, she'd missed, and she wanted right now.
At that moment he moved up her body, sliding his dick out before guiding the head of his cock to the entrance of her pussy again, he pushed hard and deep into her body, while devouring her mouth with his own. She gasped into his mouth as they both lay absolutely still. Her pussy clenched around the hard length of him. She wrapped her legs around his torso, lifting her pelvis to draw him deeper into her body and he started to thrust. Deep, penetrative strokes which she matched with her own upwards ones. They rocked together and she felt the wave peak and crash. Her orgasm broke over her and he pushed her harder with each thrust of his cock. She bit back another scream, panting hard with her release.
He lay still, smiling as he watched her ride out the waves of her orgasm. When he pulled out of her pussy, he flipped her over onto her hands and knees and sank his long, hard cock into her from behind. He thrust, setting a rhythm that turned Miranda into a wild animal, thrashing and pushing back onto his cock, fucking him harder than ever before. The rhythm they had built was pushing her over the edge. She was slamming back against his cock as another orgasm ripped through her, the walls of her pussy clenching around him.
This was too much for him. He drove faster inside her until he was coming with her. With a final groan he exploded, filling her with his milky essence. Withdrawing his cock from her body he collapsed on the narrow couch. Spent, she lay beside him, listening to his ragged breathing. Rolling onto his side, he gathered her against him so that her back was pressed up against his rock-hard chest, and his hand snaked around to cup her breast. His breath was ragged in her ear as he kissed her there.
"You belong to me alone Miranda, don't ever let anyone take you from me again."