"I'm about to show you Louisiana." The words are heavy laden with desire as he continues exactly on the same path he's on because she hasn't said no. In fact, she seems to be right there with him, side by side, or front to front as the case may be, kissing, grabbing, scratching, biting right back. He's being given every bit as much as he's giving, and let's just say that it's been awhile since that's happened in any of his relationships. Too long. so long that he could get drunk on just this.
It's only that perceived amped up wolf in him that wants to push it farther, wants to take all of it, whatever he can get. And right now, it seems like it's all of it, on both sides.
When she wraps her legs around his waist and he feels that pressure, that friction, only separated by thin cotton, he's ready to rip her jumpsuit open right then. And really he does try to stop himself, tries to focus on kisses that are all teeth and tongue and neediness. But then the seam at the zipper is tearing and he can reach inside to touch pale, smooth skin. The paleness of her skin is a beautiful contrast to the red.
His hips push in and in and in to get more even as his fingers fondle and pinch at pert nipples. "You want me too." He can already tell this is true. He just wants and needs to say it. Because Alcide, on a normal day, isn't this guy either. He's only this guy when the Alpha gets to him. He hates who he is when that happens. Right now he wants. Tomorrow he's gonna have to atone for a lot. "Wanna hear you say it, Buffy."
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It's only that perceived amped up wolf in him that wants to push it farther, wants to take all of it, whatever he can get. And right now, it seems like it's all of it, on both sides.
When she wraps her legs around his waist and he feels that pressure, that friction, only separated by thin cotton, he's ready to rip her jumpsuit open right then. And really he does try to stop himself, tries to focus on kisses that are all teeth and tongue and neediness. But then the seam at the zipper is tearing and he can reach inside to touch pale, smooth skin. The paleness of her skin is a beautiful contrast to the red.
His hips push in and in and in to get more even as his fingers fondle and pinch at pert nipples. "You want me too." He can already tell this is true. He just wants and needs to say it. Because Alcide, on a normal day, isn't this guy either. He's only this guy when the Alpha gets to him. He hates who he is when that happens. Right now he wants. Tomorrow he's gonna have to atone for a lot. "Wanna hear you say it, Buffy."