erection.
Carl gasped. “Easy, honey."
She hadn't been able to admit it before, but she realized she liked his pet names.
"Oh, no,” she answered. “I don't want easy. I want you hard and inside of me. Now."
Carl looked rebellious. She was disturbing his fantasies. Well, tough. Danielle was a big girl. She knew what she wanted and wasn't about to accept the next-best thing.
"I mean it,” she added. She released his erection and wrapped her arms around him, planning to roll him over so she could straddle him and take him into her.
Carl had other plans. He grasped her legs, urging them up until they opened her like a flower waiting for a bee.
And like a bee, he plunged toward the nectar.
Danielle was a wildcat beneath him, bucking as he brought toward her as if trying to swallow all of him into herself.
He'd almost lost control when she'd grasped him. But his continual battle for control of the wolf gave him more endurance than he had ever had.
She groaned as the tip of his penis brushed against her lips, then moaned as he entered her.
She was tight.
Even with her legs pressed up near her chest, even with her moisture flowing rich and lubricating, he had to bear down to enter into her.
But she pressed back, welcoming that entry.
"Oh, yeah. Give it all to me,” she whispered.
He slid his length into her. Slowly, enjoying and savoring the sensation of velvet-cloaked muscle clamping down on him, holding him into her.
He'd fantasized about this moment from when he'd first seen Danielle, all formal and stiff in her warder uniform but still looking like an angel of pure sexuality. Even his fantasies hadn't prepared him for her responsiveness, the need in her that matched his own.
He balanced his weight on his hands and knees to avoid crushing her beneath him, but Danielle reached her arms around him, pressing him to her.
"I want it all,” she groaned as he thrust deeply into her. “Don't hold back."
He'd intended to do just that. To make their first time special, lingering, emotional. But Danielle's need ignited a matching fire within him.
He forgot the tricks that a dozen girlfriends had taught him and thought only about Danielle, about her body beneath and around him, about the way she clenched him, and about the way she lit his day simply by being there.
Danielle pressed up against him, pushing him to a faster and faster pace, her breath short, a pulse in her neck vibrating at a rate that would have been dangerous on anyone less fit than she.
They both strained at control, found a rhythm that kept them close as they pressed their bodies together. Carl's breathing was harsh in his own ears, the scent of sex and clean sweat filled his nostrils.
Danielle's face flushed beneath his. She smiled, then reached up and sank her teeth into the side of his neck and raked her fingernails into his back.
There was no pain, only an impossible increase in intensity.
Then it was too much. He clamped down on his control, desperate not to complete before Danielle reached her own climax, but knowing it was hopeless.
Just when he lost control, as his throat readied for a cry of satisfaction, Danielle's moan and the sudden tightening of her inner muscles told him that she too had achieved completion.
A few hard surges pushed him over the edge. He spilled himself into her, then gently kissed her on the lips.
"That was incredible,” she told him.
He wanted to linger in her, to share the afterglow of a moment that he would remember for the rest of his life. Until he felt it.
The change.
* * * *
Danielle closed her eyes and savored the feeling of a man, swollen inside of her.
She wasn't the most experienced woman in the world, but she had been around enough to know that she'd just enjoyed something extraordinary, something that would change her life. Exactly how it would change things, and whether how she'd deal with the differences, was an open question.
She closed her eyes to better focus on sensation: Carl's male
Carl gasped. “Easy, honey."
She hadn't been able to admit it before, but she realized she liked his pet names.
"Oh, no,” she answered. “I don't want easy. I want you hard and inside of me. Now."
Carl looked rebellious. She was disturbing his fantasies. Well, tough. Danielle was a big girl. She knew what she wanted and wasn't about to accept the next-best thing.
"I mean it,” she added. She released his erection and wrapped her arms around him, planning to roll him over so she could straddle him and take him into her.
Carl had other plans. He grasped her legs, urging them up until they opened her like a flower waiting for a bee.
And like a bee, he plunged toward the nectar.
Danielle was a wildcat beneath him, bucking as he brought toward her as if trying to swallow all of him into herself.
He'd almost lost control when she'd grasped him. But his continual battle for control of the wolf gave him more endurance than he had ever had.
She groaned as the tip of his penis brushed against her lips, then moaned as he entered her.
She was tight.
Even with her legs pressed up near her chest, even with her moisture flowing rich and lubricating, he had to bear down to enter into her.
But she pressed back, welcoming that entry.
"Oh, yeah. Give it all to me,” she whispered.
He slid his length into her. Slowly, enjoying and savoring the sensation of velvet-cloaked muscle clamping down on him, holding him into her.
He'd fantasized about this moment from when he'd first seen Danielle, all formal and stiff in her warder uniform but still looking like an angel of pure sexuality. Even his fantasies hadn't prepared him for her responsiveness, the need in her that matched his own.
He balanced his weight on his hands and knees to avoid crushing her beneath him, but Danielle reached her arms around him, pressing him to her.
"I want it all,” she groaned as he thrust deeply into her. “Don't hold back."
He'd intended to do just that. To make their first time special, lingering, emotional. But Danielle's need ignited a matching fire within him.
He forgot the tricks that a dozen girlfriends had taught him and thought only about Danielle, about her body beneath and around him, about the way she clenched him, and about the way she lit his day simply by being there.
Danielle pressed up against him, pushing him to a faster and faster pace, her breath short, a pulse in her neck vibrating at a rate that would have been dangerous on anyone less fit than she.
They both strained at control, found a rhythm that kept them close as they pressed their bodies together. Carl's breathing was harsh in his own ears, the scent of sex and clean sweat filled his nostrils.
Danielle's face flushed beneath his. She smiled, then reached up and sank her teeth into the side of his neck and raked her fingernails into his back.
There was no pain, only an impossible increase in intensity.
Then it was too much. He clamped down on his control, desperate not to complete before Danielle reached her own climax, but knowing it was hopeless.
Just when he lost control, as his throat readied for a cry of satisfaction, Danielle's moan and the sudden tightening of her inner muscles told him that she too had achieved completion.
A few hard surges pushed him over the edge. He spilled himself into her, then gently kissed her on the lips.
"That was incredible,” she told him.
He wanted to linger in her, to share the afterglow of a moment that he would remember for the rest of his life. Until he felt it.
The change.
* * * *
Danielle closed her eyes and savored the feeling of a man, swollen inside of her.
She wasn't the most experienced woman in the world, but she had been around enough to know that she'd just enjoyed something extraordinary, something that would change her life. Exactly how it would change things, and whether how she'd deal with the differences, was an open question.
She closed her eyes to better focus on sensation: Carl's male
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