Wolfie
As we stumble over the threshold of Penelope's apartment, every nerve ending in my brain is firing with the same persistent message . . .
Let the fuck go.
Let go of the past, of the anxiety, of all the bullshit that's been holding me back from the gorgeous woman in front of me.
I've spelled it all out for her, showing her where I grew up, admitting what happened to me there. And despite it all, she's still here, clutching my shoulders and kissing me with a sense of urgency, like she can't get close enough, like she wants to take on all my pain and help me heal.
It does things to me-warm, soft, sweet things-to know that this gorgeous, perfect girl actually wants me.
The door has hardly closed behind us before my fingers are weaving into her soft blond hair, pulling her back into the intoxicating kiss we started in my car. She tastes like honey and early winter air, so sweet and biting all at once.
I've never felt this close to anyone in my life, and not just because she's pressed against my chest, our tongues rolling together in a gentle, rhythmic dance that has every square inch of my body on high alert. No, it's because this beautiful, confident woman knows me, all of me, even the ugly parts, and it feels like the first step in letting go of everything.
When we part, I'm breathless and aroused, but I know I need to slow things down, to see where Penelope's head is at. The last thing in the world I want to do right now is rush through this. That's what the old me would have done. The new me I'm still figuring out, but I know he'd want to take his time with this beautiful girl.
She's still touching my cheek, running her palm over the stubble on my jaw. "Hi," she says, smiling.
"Hey," I say with a shaky laugh. "Thanks for inviting me in, for sticking with me tonight."
She nods at my attempt at gratitude. But that's what I feel-grateful. At least for now, it seems that Penelope wants to be the one to help me dig out from under my past.
"Would you like a drink or something? Bottled water? Wine?"
"I'll take a water. Thanks."
I take a seat on the sofa while Penelope retrieves the water from the fridge. Once she hands me the bottle, she settles in next to me.
I have no idea where we go from here, and as crazy as it sounds, I'm terrified of fucking this up. I uncap the water and chug a large swallow, biding my time.
She moves closer and takes the water from my hands, setting it on the coffee table in front of us. I gaze into her wide blue eyes, imagining for just a minute what it would be like to push all my walls down and just be with her.
Penelope trails her fingers through my hair, and my eyes sink closed. "Is this okay?" she murmurs, her voice soft.
"Very," I say with a husky rasp.
When I open my eyes again, she's biting her bottom lip, looking at me like I'm a puzzle she's desperate to solve.
It does things to me. This kind, sweet woman being here with me, willing to try this after what I've just told her. She's so soft and tender . . . so perfect.
Her hands trail down my neck, and then she begins rubbing my shoulders. It feels nice.
Don't, Wolfie. I try to remind myself that this is just physical, but I fail miserably. I can tell already that this wouldn't be just sex. I'm already all up in my feels, and we've barely begun.
As I move closer to her on the couch, she tilts her head, lifting her chin so her mouth is only inches from mine. It's the most natural thing in the world to lean in and steal a sweet kiss.
With a soft sound, she leans in, pressing her full mouth to mine.
"Missed you," she murmurs, threading her fingers into the hair at the back of my neck again, using the leverage to pull me in closer and deepen our kiss.
Her words have an immediate effect on my body. When I put my hands on her waist, she crawls into my lap, pressing her warm center into my cock, which strains against my jeans.
Don't think.
And I don't.
I let Penelope grind in my lap, and I kiss her until she's writhing against my erection, making tiny, need-filled sounds.
Fuck. I need to take a breath.
When I gather my senses and suggest, "Let's go to your bedroom," she meets my eyes with a hazy expression and nods.
We make it as far as the hallway before our kiss grows into something more. While I find my grip on her plush ass, she lets one curious hand venture down the front of my jeans, brushing lightly against my zipper.
The déjà vu from earlier this week is very real, and just like before, a twinge of anxiety kicks in my chest. But this time, I have the wherewithal to tell it to shut the fuck up. Nothing is keeping me from this girl tonight. Especially not myself.
"Is this okay?" Penelope murmurs, caressing my length through the denim as she presses a kiss into my neck.
"Fuck yeah" seems like a bit of a jarring response, so instead, I put my answer in the form of an action, rocking my hips into her so she can feel just how hard I am for her. She gasps, then meets my pressure with her own, her hand working me over in firm strokes through my jeans.
Soon my anxiety is miles in the rearview, with nothing but pure, wild want in its place. I want her. All of her. And by the way she's gripping me like I'm a first-place trophy, I'd say she wants the same.
"Bedroom?" I murmur against her lips.
Penelope pulls back, a look somewhere between confusion and lust dancing through her pretty blue eyes. Realizing that we never quite made it yet, she laces her fingers with mine and guides me the last few paces down the hall to her bedroom.
It's just as eclectic as the rest of her apartment. Big framed abstract art prints. A coral quilt draped over the end of her bed, which she pulls me eagerly onto. Our mouths join again, our tongues moving together in easy strokes.
Whatever was broken inside me, she's mending it with every kiss, every soft brush of her fingers along my jaw. But the longer we kiss, the more my erection strains against my jeans, so hard it's bordering on the edge of painful. I need more.
I tug at her sweater, barely choking out my demand. "Take this off for me?"
Penelope arches one eyebrow ever so slightly as she catches her breath. "You sure? You can stop me at any point if you're uncomfortable."
I nod, fully knowing I won't be taking her up on that offer, then peel out of my long-sleeved shirt to show her I'm not fucking around.
I don't want anything between us. No secrets, no dark pasts, and certainly no clothes.
She ditches her soft gray sweater, and I'm pleased as fuck at what's underneath. No bra. Just her perfect, perky tits, her pretty pink nipples that are begging for my mouth.
We come together again, her soft hands clinging to my shoulder as I weigh her tits in my palms. When I drag my thumbs along her nipples, they stiffen into two perfect pink buds, just as responsive as she was the first night we were together.
It's an honor to touch her like this again, and I won't take a single second of it for granted. I'm going to commit every inch of her to memory. I'm going to dream about her in detail for weeks.
"Fuck, these are perfect," I murmur, leaning down to give one budded nipple a gentle lick, and she responds with a gasp.
Fuck, that's sexy.
My chest tightens at the sound, so I capture the other nipple between my lips, hoping for a similar reaction. What I get is even better-my name, low and breathy, tumbling off her pouty lips.
Fuck, if this woman hadn't already knocked all my walls down, they'd sure as hell be crumbling for her now.
"Touch me," Penelope pleads on a whisper, draping one hand over mine and guiding it to the space between her legs. "Please."
Oh, baby. You don't have to ask me twice.
I ease her onto her back and work my way down her rib cage, planting hungry kisses against her sweet skin. She tastes floral, and if I could, I'd freeze time and live here in this moment. But I can't stop time. I can only keep going forward, traveling lower and lower to the spot I want to kiss the most.
When my lips brush against the skin just above the button of her jeans, she shudders beneath me, her hips bucking up, desperate to close the space between us.
God, I want to devour her.
I tug her zipper down and work her jeans off, tossing them to the floor. My body floods with heat when I lay eyes on what's waiting for me beneath.
"You're so sexy," I murmur, brushing the pads of my fingers along the black lace between her thighs, watching her wiggle against my touch.
"Yeah?" She teases, lifting her hips off the bed to help me out.
I love how bold Penelope is, love how she's not afraid to go for what she wants, even if, inexplicably, what she wants is me.
I give the waistband a tug and ditch the damp, lacy fabric at the foot of the bed, then part her with a gentle touch of my thumb. She twitches as I press a finger into her, then contracts when I add a second. She's so wet, so ready for me.
"So good, Wolfie," she says, panting.
But she's the one who's good. Great. Perfect. More than I could ever deserve. I still can't believe she's giving herself to me like this.
I keep two fingers lodged deep and lean forward, my tongue lapping against her in slow, deliberate stokes. She tastes as good as she looks. When my lips seal around her most sensitive spot, she clutches the sheets with her fingers, and before long she's unraveling, quivering and gasping as I suck and kiss and nibble.
"F-fuck, Wolfie," she stutters, breathless.
"You taste so good," I murmur, thrumming my fingers deeper. "Come for me, sweetheart."
"Yes," she chokes out. "Yes."
And then I feel Penelope come apart, her body jolting as she tightens around my fingers.
It's hot as hell, and my cock jerks inside my boxers. I've never wanted anything more than to feel her body contracting and yielding around mine.
As she comes down from her high, I reemerge, admiring her blazing blue eyes as she swipes one sweaty strand of blond hair from her forehead. Her lips part as if to say something else, but after a prolonged silence, all she can get out is a little whimper of pleasure. It's so fucking cute, how lost for words she is. It makes me want to get her off again. Which I intend to.
I join her on the bed, my head sinking into the pillow next to her as I trace delicate patterns on her cheekbone with the tips of my fingers.
I feel breathless, and my balls ache. I've never been this eager to get naked with a woman before, but with Penelope, I am.
I'm still wearing my jeans, but she's rid me of my shirt, and she can't seem to stop rubbing her hands up and down my chest and abs, stopping just before my waistband. I'm not ashamed to say that I'm loving her hands all over me, no matter where they are. It feels really fucking good, and even though I want more, I'm happy to enjoy this moment and go with the flow.
It's a new feeling for me.
Then she reaches between us and unbuttons my jeans, and my heart rate triples.
"Can I touch you?" she asks.
"Yeah," I manage to say, my voice tight.
I kiss her throat as her hands work inside my boxer briefs. I can't stop kissing her, wanting her so badly, I can hardly think straight.
This moment feels so much bigger than it should, like it means something, but I can't help myself. It does. It means the world to me. And if I'm only going to spend tonight pretending this beautiful girl is mine, then I'm going to make the most of it.
She stills unexpectedly. "Wait."
Her expression is slightly worried, and I have no idea what could suddenly have her on edge.
"Should I get a condom?" She bites her bottom lip, looking unsure. "I don't want to assume, but I . . ."
"I want to be inside you," I say darkly. It's an offer and an admission, the only thing I've been able to think about since I parked my car outside her apartment.
With a small smile, she helps me out of my jeans, my already stiff cock springing free into her palm. She strokes me slowly, all the way down and then back up as a hot breath shudders in my chest. Then Penelope leans to her bedside table and I hear the crinkle of foil. I take the condom and cover myself, and then she's straddling me, teasing the sensitive head by nudging it against her heat. I choke out another gasp.
Before she can continue her maddening cock tease, I roll us over, caging her in with my body so that she's underneath me.
When I push my hips forward, my length slides against her hot flesh, and we let out a simultaneous groan. I rock forward, my cock sliding along her center, drawing lazy circles against her swollen clit.
"Wolfie."
Penelope gasps, her eyes widening as her hands clamber to find their grip on my shoulders. But before she can get another word out, I tilt my hips, sinking into the tightest, most perfect heat I've ever felt.
With our eyes locked, our lips just a breath apart, I give her another inch, then another, testing her limits. Her eyes widen, her grip tightening on my back.
"So deep," she whispers, and I groan in agreement.
She's so small, I'm worried I may break her if I give her all of me. But not a moment later, she's proving me wrong, tugging my shoulders against her until I'm buried within her. I groan, kissing the hollow part of her neck where her collarbone meets her shoulder.
"Fuck, sweetheart. That okay?"
Her eyes open and meet mine, hooded and filled with pleasure. "It's perfect. You feel amazing."
"So do you," I say, my voice tight and raspy.
Pleasure rips through me, racing down my spine. I'm drunk off her. Every sensation is new and different, but is also comforting and familiar in a way I've never experienced before.
I know tonight is different. Penelope is different. I don't have to feel shame and guilt and flee five minutes after I've come.
We work our way into a slow, steady rhythm. I don't want to rush through this. It's a big moment, one I've been waiting a long time for. Maybe my entire life.
We move together, my hips grinding against hers with every thrust, the melody of her moans punctuated with little needy noises. I capture them in my lips, kissing her again and again as my pulse riots.
Fuck, I'm close.
"Wolfie," she says on a low moan, her muscles tensing around me.
She's close too. I can feel it.
Penelope's body is humming beneath mine, every inch of her pulsing with the most irresistible heat. It's perfect, but it's nothing compared to the look on her face. Her full, pouty lips part as she drags in uneven breaths, her eyes half-lidded and filled with lust.
"Wolfie, please, I-"
When I bring one hand between us and touch her clit, whatever she was going to say is replaced with a quick, desperate gasp, accompanied by the feeling of her tightening around me.
Fuck, I'm gonna explode right with her.
With one final moan, Penelope digs her fingernails into my back, hanging on for dear life as I pump into her, unloading in hot, fast spurts just as she comes undone.
We fall back together in a breathless heap on her bed.