Free Wolf Moon by Desiree Holt

all about that.
    But the talk always came much later, after their bodies were sated and spent. They no longer required words or signals to tell each other what they needed.
    Jesse would hit the door and be pulling his clothes off even as he captured her mouth and devoured it, his body vibrating with desire. Hyped-up on an adrenaline high, he was barely inside her house before he was inside her, filling her with his swollen cock, cleansing himself of the street dirt with the beauty of her orgasm. She knew what he wanted. Quick and hard to take the edge off.
    Then, their greedy hunger slaked for the moment, they took a long, sensuous shower. Body vibrating in anticipation, he would draw her into the shower with him, immediately leaning forward against the tile wall, waiting for her touch.
     
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    Ever since that first night of dangerously exciting exploration, she could feel his hunger for what she did to him under the hot stream of water.
    He was so ready for her that he almost came from little more than the anticipation. The place where Alexa penetrated his body tightened with expectation. Her knowing fingers always took him to an incredibly high peak, wringing an orgasm from him that exceeded anything he’d ever felt.
    Now, as he stepped under the spray of the shower, the tentacles of things dark and forbidden reached through his body, coiling up from his belly as he awaited the touch of her hands, the glide of her fingers into his ass.
    It was always the same.
    He closed his eyes, visualizing her lathering her hands with the scented soap. In a moment, he felt her small hands, like the wings of a bird, moving in a slow circular motion from his neck to his waist. He’d never known what erogenous zones shoulders could be, or the tiny spaces between bumps on the spinal column.
    Her nimble fingers danced up and down his spine, light as a feather, then swooped over the taut muscles of his buttocks. Jesse couldn’t believe the hunger she’d created in him for what he called her “little trick.” Do it now, he wanted to beg her. But she always took her time, drawing out every sensation until his body felt ready to explode.
    He sucked in his breath when her hand moved around to the front, caressing his belly then toying with the thick nest of pubic curls. He almost cried with relief when her fingers at last wrapped themselves around his cock. She began a gentle up and down motion, sliding from the root to the thick head and back again.
    Her fingertips on his balls were like the touch of a faery, and he felt them harden and draw up. Jesus, she had gotten good at this since that first tentative episode. He was still shocked at how it turned him on and how much he looked forward to it. He couldn’t think of another woman he would allow to explore him so intimately.
    He held himself in breathless anticipation as her hand stroked the length of the cleft of his buttocks. Each time she passed the tight opening of his asshole, his cock jerked, and he knew tiny drops of pre-cum had to be beading at the head.
    Then she was there, small fingers sliding into that firm opening, into the hot darkness of his rectum. One finger, then two, moving in a scissor-like motion to stretch the tissues. He could have ejaculated at that very moment, but then he’d miss the rest of the erotic play, the teasing, the tormenting.
    A groan rumbled up from his throat as, tonight, a third finger joined the other two, the first time she’d done that. Her delicate hand began its ride up and down his rock-hard penis. The muscles of his rectum clenched around her, alternating sensations of heat and ice flashing through him, his shaft swelling almost painfully in her hand.
    There. Oh, God. She’d found that spot inside she loved to probe, the one that took him right to the edge of the world.
    Ohgodohgodohgod.
    He couldn’t help it. He rolled his hips, pushing against first the one hand, then the other. He felt his orgasm begin to build in his belly, in