Isabel and the Wolf: (Part 1) (6 page)

Eventually, he took his mouth off her nipple, satisfied, and moved straight onto the other one. Isabel sighed happily. Her urgency was gone; instead, she was wallowing in waves of pleasure. After she didn’t know how long, The Wolf had taken his fill of her breasts and his tongue moved to the valley running down the center of her body. He moved further down the sofa, and his light, flickering licks spanned out, across her stomach, and into the soft hollow of her belly button, shooting a direct connection with her clit.

Isabel cried out as he nipped at her skin from time to time, but kept her eyes shut, willing him to keep going lower and lower. His mouth moved to the gentle slope between her hipbones, and then – finally – his teeth grazed her Mount of Venus. Her eyes flew open and she bit down on her bottom lip in anticipation. Suddenly, he clasped her thighs in his huge hands, and spread them even wider than they were already. He held his face inches away from her pussy and inhaled. It wasn’t the animal sniff of before, but a gentler, more sensual breath, and he let out a sound, somewhere between a growl and a purr, which left his appreciation of her scent in no doubt. Something tight inside her unwound itself. Isabel loved her own smell, and she was relieved that The Wolf was a fan of it too. He lifted his face a little and lightly ran two fingers along her outer labia. At the first touch of his hand on her sensitive skin, her body gave a violent jerk, hard enough that she was worried she’d break his nose. He barely seemed to have noticed though. With his fingertips, he spread her outer labia, exposing her petal-like inner labia, and the hard, swollen bud of her clit. Isabel squirmed. The exposure made her uncomfortable, but, she admitted to herself, even more turned on. She must be crazy wet by now, leaving him in no doubt how much she wanted him. She tried to stay relaxed as he took his time examining her most intimate area. Her eyes had fallen closed again, so she missed the moment when his head ducked down, and his tongue lapped at her aching clit. Her pelvis jolted once more, but he was ready for her, and he’d pinned her thighs down hard enough that her body barely moved. He licked her again and again, moving in tiny circles, and she loved being restrained so firmly while enjoying this exquisite sensation.

After a moment, he moved off her clit and she made a sound of disappointment. But this gave way to a sigh of pleasure as his tongue flickered at her entrance, and then slipped inside her.

“Oh my god!” she said aloud. His long tongue probed into her deeply, as it had into her mouth. She felt it undulating, licking at her insides, in a way that didn’t seem humanly possible. She began to breathe hard; his tongue was moving in her with a rhythm that was going to tip her over the edge before long. Her hands snatched at the sofa, digging in, and her hips were making little bucking motions. Peter withdrew his tongue from her, and fastened his mouth on her clit again. At the same time that his tongue was lapping at the tip, he began to suck, at first gently, then harder. She could also feel his teeth nibbling at her, softly enough not to hurt. It was a powerful, sensation, one she’d never had before, and yet again, she had the oddly pleasurable sense that he was feeding from her. She didn’t have long to think about it, because soon her body couldn’t take any more. She began to shudder all over, her vision darkened and she was falling. And then she exploded. Shooting stars of pleasure radiated from her clit and she orgasmed hard in the mouth of The Wolf.

For what seemed like a long time, Isabel lay motionless, her mind full of stars, and nothing else. The Wolf sat up, licking his lips, with a smile. Isabel looked at his face, at the mouth that had just given her one of the best orgasms of her life. Then she looked down at his erection pressing against his pants. It was huge, barely contained by the material. Exhausted by her orgasm though she was, desire stirred in her again. She badly wanted him inside her. She pulled herself into a sitting position and brought her mouth to his, reaching for his crotch. But, as soon as she touched him, he swatted her hand away. His left hand caught a fistful of hair at the back of her neck, while his right hand grasped her wrist, tightly enough to hurt.

“Not today,” he said. Isabel looked at him, deeply confused, and opened her mouth to speak. “Not today,” he repeated, cutting her off. He released her wrist and hair and brusquely pushed her back down. He looked down at her, his eyes boring into hers.

“I haven’t finished with you yet though,” he said.

In a swift movement, he arched over her again, and roughly pushed several fingers inside her. Isabel yelped, partly in shock, and partly at the sensation on her still-sensitized nerve endings. Ignoring her, The Wolf started to thrust his fingers in and out of her. They were so long and thick, they felt a lot like a cock, she thought dazedly. As his hand moved back and forth, the feeling of his finger joints rubbing against her smooth walls was incredible. Unconsciously, she began to rock her pelvis in time to his rhythm. He was sitting back again, watching her from the distance of his considerable height, seeing the effect his hand was having on her.

“You like to be fucked like this?” he asked, his voice startling her after speaking so little.

“Yes,” she managed to say, breathlessly.

“Can you come like this?”

“I think so.” And she could feel another orgasm building up, her muscles clenching his fingers tightly, willing him to move deeper and harder inside her. He started fucking her faster, a rough motion that flexed the muscles of his forearm, and brought his knuckles hard against her entrance. At last one hard thrust tipped her over the edge again, in another powerful orgasm – different from the last one, rippling and throbbing deeper inside her this time.

When the final waves had subsided, he pulled his fingers out of her. He got up from the sofa and pushed her legs together and down, as if he realized how weak and shaky they were. Then, he stood up and shook himself, with the air of having completed something. Isabel turned onto her side and curled her knees towards her body. She hadn’t recovered enough to say anything yet. The Wolf paced around the room, as if unsure what to do with himself. She watched his light, athletic gait, once again admiring his muscular physique. Her gaze flickered over his crotch. He looked as aroused as before, but she knew better than to try to touch him again. She had the strong impression they were done for the day.

“Where’s the bathroom?” she asked at last.

“Through that door and down the passage,” he replied, indicating the door he’d disappeared through earlier. Isabel stood up, a little shakily.

“I’ll just put my dress on,” she said, walking over to it.

“No, don’t!” he said, in a sharp tone. She looked at him questioningly. “When I said I wanted you to be naked in my house, I meant all the time.”

“But – ”

“Are you cold? I can make the fire bigger?” he asked.

“No,” she replied. “I’m fine.”

“Ok, good. It’s this way.” He opened the door and let her through.

Isabel walked down the passageway, trying to ignore the strangeness of walking around an unfamiliar place naked. She passed the kitchen, and found the bathroom easily. As she was washing her hands, she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her hair was wrecked, but her cheeks were glowing, and her eyes sparkled.
That’s what great sex does for you
. As she straightened up from the sink, she saw that her nipples were still hard, and a tender, bruised pink. She circled one with a fingertip, remembering the feeling of The Wolf feeding from her body. Her clit gave a little jump. She sighed; she didn’t know when she’d been this insatiable.

Isabel dried her hands and went back into the living room. Peter was sitting on the sofa. He smiled at her, a little lazily. She forced herself not to look at his crotch, to see whether there was still that distracting bulge in his pants.

“Shall we sleep now?” he asked. Isabel paused for a second, thinking. Sleeping at his place hadn’t been on her agenda. She’d assumed that a hook-up usually ended with you parting ways, and going home alone. But maybe it was his plan to finally take her when they were in bed together.

“Yes,” she said, hesitantly.

“Good,” he replied. “Just a moment.” He left the room and returned a moment later with some blankets and pillows. He threw the pillows on the animal skin rugs and piled the blankets next to them.

“We’re going to sleep here?” Isabel asked.

“Of course. You don’t like it?” Peter’s brow furrowed and there was suddenly an uncertainty in his eyes she hadn’t seen before.

“No! Of course I do,” she said, hurriedly. “I was just confirming.” She gave him a broad smile, eager to distract him from his discomfort.

Peter put his arms around her waist and pulled her to the ground beside him. She turned and looked at him.

“So, while you’ve been insisting that I remain naked in your house, I can’t help noticing that you haven’t taken any clothes off, at all,” she said.

“Oh,” Peter looked at his clothes absently. “I guess you’re right,” he said, and in a swift movement, he pulled his sweater over his head. Isabel gaped at him. The shape of his body with clothes on had promised a good physique, but this was better than she could have imagined. His torso was as strongly muscled as his forearms, with well-developed pecs, immaculate abs, and those diagonal grooves beginning at his hip bones and just visible above the waistband of his jeans that drove her crazy. His shoulders were massive, and his collarbones were perfectly offset by his musculature. He had a light sprinkling of hair between his pecs, and his olive skin had the same fine texture as on his face. In short, it was her fantasy body, and more. She noticed that he didn’t seem aware of her reaction. Despite the many hours he must have put in to get his body to that state, he didn’t preen, like the gym bunnies back home who had less than half as good a body as him. She started to compliment him, then stopped. It seemed wrong, somehow, but she wasn’t even sure why. But she wasn’t going to let him off the hook either.

“And your pants?” she said.

“No,” he said, simply. Now she couldn’t help glancing at his crotch. His erection looked as big as before. Isabel was totally confused. This was the first guy she’d heard of playing hard to get.

The Wolf encircled her waist with his thick, corded forearm and pulled her against his body, before sliding down so they were lying on the rugs. He pulled one of the grey blankets over them. Isabel sighed. The animal skins felt so incredibly comfortable, as did the blanket, but The Wolf’s body was something else entirely. His torso was like velvet pressing against her back, and she was hyper-aware of his muscles, touching her all over, surrounding her. She felt totally wrapped up in his body, and curiously safe. But then, at the same time, there was his erection pressing against her ass. His pelvis kept making little movements, and stopping again, as if he could barely keep it under control.

“Good night,” Peter whispered in her ear. His hand slid up her body and cupped her left breast and he pressed his body against her tightly. Within seconds, Isabel heard his breathing slow and deepen, and she knew he’d fallen asleep. She wriggled her ass away from him. There was no way she was going to get any sleep with his cock rubbing against her like that. She also hadn’t slept with someone wrapped around her like that for a long time, and, protected as he made her feel, she also felt tiny, like he could turn over in his sleep and crush her.

Although it was perfectly dark with the shutters closed, it took her a while to fall into a proper sleep. For a long time, she only seemed to be dozing, distracted by The Wolf’s body, by the feel of his skin on hers. Intermittently, he grabbed her in his sleep, pulling her hips towards him, and she felt his erection big against her ass again. Every time he woke her out of her doze like this, she stared into the blackness, trying to work out why he didn’t have sex with her.

*

When Isabel awoke, she felt like she’d slept deeply, and her body was supple and relaxed. Through a tiny gap between the shutters, she could make out a shard of daylight. She was lying on her back with the blanket pulled up and The Wolf wasn’t beside her. She sat up and peered around the gloom. He didn’t seem to be in the room either. She stood up, disorientated, and looked around until she located her handbag. She walked over and took her phone out. It was 9am, and she could see now that he definitely wasn’t in the room. She also had to pee, badly. Her dress was still lying beside her bag, and she looked at it, desperate to put it on. Instead she obeyed The Wolf’s orders, and once again padded into the corridor naked.

The Wolf wasn’t in the kitchen or the bathroom. Isabel came back into the living room and sat on the sofa, deliberating over what to do. It seemed strange leaving without saying goodbye, but she wanted to go home and digest the night’s events. Finally, she went with her strongest impulse. She slipped her dress back on, and stepped into her heels. Taking a last look around, she walked out of the house, pulling the door shut behind her.

As Isabel got into her car, the bright morning sky pulled her back into reality, a reality where people didn’t sleep on animal skins with impossibly beautiful strangers.

The feeling of having slept well didn’t last long, and she was yawning by the time she drove through the forest. At least her drowsiness was taking the edge off the confusion of thoughts zipping around her head. She’d just had some of the best sex of her entire life. The Wolf’s oral sex skills were on another level. She’d felt completely, totally satisfied by the whole experience, and yet, there had been something very important missing. Something big. Why hadn’t Peter wanted to have sex with her, despite being so obviously aroused? Was there something about her that put him off? Was there some other reason? Was he with somebody else, and this was his idea of not cheating?

Suddenly, the situation was all too much for her. The breakup with Jason – the man she thought she was going to spend her life with – had dented her confidence badly, and it had taken her all this time to get over it. And now, now that she was finally ready to have sex with someone else, The Wolf had rejected her, in the most confusing way imaginable. Without warning, tears gathered in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. And then a sob came, and another. As the forest road blurred with her tears, turning silver again, Isabel pulled over to the side of the road, rested her head on the steering wheel, and gave in to the emotions she’d been repressing – over leaving Chicago behind and the home she’d shared with Jason, over being alone in a new town, and over her bewildering few days’ experience of knowing The Wolf.