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Authors: Carys Weldon
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his weight off of me. Anyhow, he effectively squashed me. Shut me up with another kiss. Blanketed me like a bear. Knocked the air completely out of me.
I can imagine what that sounded like to anyone outside. Like he was torturing me, or ripping me limb from limb. Before he got his lips back on mine, I mean. I can really squeal like a pained cat. Shrug. What can I say? I’m bastet. Comes with the package. Most guys like a little of that. So it works for me.
I never knew what hit me. It was like, wow, pow, bam, wham, squeal, squall. And then...collapse, shut up and then, oh my Gaia. He’s past the issue, forgotten it, forgiven me for whatever I did to set him off. And then, almost sad. Totally apologetic. Absolutely gentle. I fell in love with that expression, right there. When he lifted his face and examined my mouth.
Had to grab his face, look him in the eye, whisper, “I’m sorry, Bark.” I kissed him--sweet--back.
Never have I kissed a man like that. Usually, I go for the tongue lashing, verbal and physical. Snap, crack. A little pop.
Fuck me fast and get the hell off. I’ve got a quota to reach, remember?
But I lost track of the fact that Leo and Tommy were probably going frantic looking for me. I was too lost in Barklay’s world.
He surprised me by saying, “I want to make love to you.”
That’s what I thought we’d been doing. Or working up to.
What he was really telling me was to lie back and let him do the work. That was definitely a new one on me.
It took a few seconds for it to sink in, for me to put my head on the floor, relax and eventually close my eyes again. When I was limp beneath him once more, he eased his grip on my wrists, slid his legs, his whole body, lower--took his full weight off of me. I could breathe, but I wasn’t sure what was up.
Duh.
Barklay let out a little whine. He propped himself on his elbows and looked down at what he’d done, how he’d exposed me. Said, “I’m sorry, puss.” Spared a kiss here and there. Any place where there might be the slightest mottling.
I can’t say it enough. He never hurt me.
I’ve got natural mottling, comes out when I’m excited. So, he was kissing me everywhere, muttering, “I’m so sorry,” over and over again. Tells you about his real heart. He wouldn’t hurt a woman on purpose. I’ll never believe that. He didn’t even know me that night, and I was everything he should have shredded, and he gently... no, reverently , loved my body.
You get it, right? Barklay is a total body worshipper.
By the time he kissed his way down to my thighs, I sobbed for release. I didn’t care how I got it, either. He could go down on me, or enter me. I wanted it all. Whatever he wanted.
When he let go of my hands, I have no idea.
But I do remember feeling the fleshy depth of his muscular shoulders, kneading them rhythmically, encouraging him with words, whispered beggings, telling him how well he pleased me, and to keep it up.
Totally selfish.
Needy.
Desperate.
That elicited more whines. I don’t think he realized he was doing it.
There comes a point when you can’t take any more. Without getting mad. I couldn’t believe he wasn’t frustrated to hell and back. I was.
He kept bumping my clit with his nose, but he was kissing up the inside of my thighs, trying to lick and taste where my body and legs meet. I’m sure there was plenty to intrigue him. I hadn’t showered in way too long.
I forgot the other men by then. I want you to know that. I forgot them. Completely. And Daddy, and Tommy, and Leo, too. All of them.
Didn’t turn him off, though. If anything, I think it spurred his interest. Sealed his desire to put a firm mark on me. To claim me for his own.
Garou are very territorial. Extremely
I can imagine what that sounded like to anyone outside. Like he was torturing me, or ripping me limb from limb. Before he got his lips back on mine, I mean. I can really squeal like a pained cat. Shrug. What can I say? I’m bastet. Comes with the package. Most guys like a little of that. So it works for me.
I never knew what hit me. It was like, wow, pow, bam, wham, squeal, squall. And then...collapse, shut up and then, oh my Gaia. He’s past the issue, forgotten it, forgiven me for whatever I did to set him off. And then, almost sad. Totally apologetic. Absolutely gentle. I fell in love with that expression, right there. When he lifted his face and examined my mouth.
Had to grab his face, look him in the eye, whisper, “I’m sorry, Bark.” I kissed him--sweet--back.
Never have I kissed a man like that. Usually, I go for the tongue lashing, verbal and physical. Snap, crack. A little pop.
Fuck me fast and get the hell off. I’ve got a quota to reach, remember?
But I lost track of the fact that Leo and Tommy were probably going frantic looking for me. I was too lost in Barklay’s world.
He surprised me by saying, “I want to make love to you.”
That’s what I thought we’d been doing. Or working up to.
What he was really telling me was to lie back and let him do the work. That was definitely a new one on me.
It took a few seconds for it to sink in, for me to put my head on the floor, relax and eventually close my eyes again. When I was limp beneath him once more, he eased his grip on my wrists, slid his legs, his whole body, lower--took his full weight off of me. I could breathe, but I wasn’t sure what was up.
Duh.
Barklay let out a little whine. He propped himself on his elbows and looked down at what he’d done, how he’d exposed me. Said, “I’m sorry, puss.” Spared a kiss here and there. Any place where there might be the slightest mottling.
I can’t say it enough. He never hurt me.
I’ve got natural mottling, comes out when I’m excited. So, he was kissing me everywhere, muttering, “I’m so sorry,” over and over again. Tells you about his real heart. He wouldn’t hurt a woman on purpose. I’ll never believe that. He didn’t even know me that night, and I was everything he should have shredded, and he gently... no, reverently , loved my body.
You get it, right? Barklay is a total body worshipper.
By the time he kissed his way down to my thighs, I sobbed for release. I didn’t care how I got it, either. He could go down on me, or enter me. I wanted it all. Whatever he wanted.
When he let go of my hands, I have no idea.
But I do remember feeling the fleshy depth of his muscular shoulders, kneading them rhythmically, encouraging him with words, whispered beggings, telling him how well he pleased me, and to keep it up.
Totally selfish.
Needy.
Desperate.
That elicited more whines. I don’t think he realized he was doing it.
There comes a point when you can’t take any more. Without getting mad. I couldn’t believe he wasn’t frustrated to hell and back. I was.
He kept bumping my clit with his nose, but he was kissing up the inside of my thighs, trying to lick and taste where my body and legs meet. I’m sure there was plenty to intrigue him. I hadn’t showered in way too long.
I forgot the other men by then. I want you to know that. I forgot them. Completely. And Daddy, and Tommy, and Leo, too. All of them.
Didn’t turn him off, though. If anything, I think it spurred his interest. Sealed his desire to put a firm mark on me. To claim me for his own.
Garou are very territorial. Extremely
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