Miatta

He might have been wearing his pelt but I could feel his organ pushing at me. He was hard and I didn't have to look down to know.

“Get off me, you big brute,” I scolded, pushing at his broad chest but he only smiled foolishly and lowered his lips to mine. It rested on mine lightly and remained that way, teasing the hell out of me.

I wasn't aware when I let my thighs slide open and he laid between them, pressing himself close to home. He took possession of my fists and held them ...