Control

Chapter Three: More

"Where are you going?" Jake asked as I tiptoed across the living room.

"Leah's," I lied smoothly but he shook his head.

"She and Embry went to Port Angeles. Try the truth this time," he said flipping on the lamp. I let out a sigh and rubbed my forehead.

"I am going to Paul's house," I said. Shock filled his face followed quickly by anger.

"You told me you needed time," he snapped. I didn't say anything. "You told me that you needed space."

"You wouldn't understand," I said reaching for my jacket but he blocked me from the door.

"Try me," he said.

"Fine," I snapped. "You and me would be something-something serious right away. I can't handle that. Paul makes no demands on my heart the way you do." He looked like I had slapped him across the face. He took a shaking step back.

"I didn't realize love was a demand," he said. I wanted to move forward and take him into my arms but the damage had been done.

"I'll be back in the morning," I said quietly. "Tell Billy not to worry."

"I really didn't think you were coming," he said opening the door a few moments after my soft knock.

"I didn't think I was either," I said stepping inside. There was a soft click as the door closed but Paul remained behind me.

"I heard what you said to Leah; about your Dad," he said hesitantly.

"Don't," I said firmly. I felt his arms slide around me from behind and he dropped his chin to my shoulder.

"It's okay to miss him," he said. And the floodgates opened. He let me fall to my knees on the plush carpet, he held me as I screamed my pain to the world. My father, the only man who would have never left me willingly, was gone. And it was my fault. I screamed and cried until my throat ached and the tears ran dry. My lips sought his blindly and I melted into his warmth. His response was hesitant; uncertain.

"Touch me," I breathed against his lips. His hands shakily cupped my cheeks.

"I don't know if this is a good idea right this minute," he said even as his lips brushed mine. I let my lips answer and curled my hands into his smooth silky hair. His kiss was careful and calculated and I couldn't hold back my whimper of frustration. He deepened our kiss in response and pulled me to straddle him. Our bodies brushed as we savored the taste of each other; give and take but mostly…just give.

"Bedroom," I choked out when his lips left mine to once again torment my pulse point.

"Not yet," he murmured into my skin giving the delicate skin a soft nip. "Tonight I am going to worship every inch of your pretty pink skin," he whispered into my ear before biting down gently on my earlobe. "Would you like that?" He asked scraping his teeth ever so gently at the sensitive spot just under my earlobe. I nodded incoherently. "Use your words," he teased resting his lips at my pulse point.

"Please," was all I could choke out as he traced my pulse with the tip of his tongue.

"Lay back," he said softly releasing his grip on my hips. I complied and sank into the surprisingly soft carpet. His finger tips grazed my belly as he lifted the hem of my shirt pressing warm kisses to the skin he uncovered. I could feel my muscles shaking as I restrained myself from covering my skin again. He lifted me up gently to pull my shirt over my head and smiled in an almost predatory way when he discovered that I wasn't wearing a bra tonight. The intent look in his eyes left me reeling and I once again lifted my hands to cover myself. He caught my wrists with one hand and pressed them over my head.

"Paul…" I said hesitantly as his lips grazed the underside of my left breast. His hand released my own and I relaxed again into his touch. By the time his lips finally closed over my nipple I was shaking and panting. I could feel him chuckle against my skin.

"Not so shy now," he said fiddling with the button on my jeans. I could feel myself turning red but I pushed aside the embarrassment as he worked my jeans off slowly followed more swiftly by my underwear. His fingers traced the skin he uncovered gently-almost reverently. His hands were shaking slightly as they stroked and teased belying his own nervousness. His bronze skin was a sharp contrast to my own pale skin and I noticed with some pleasure that the contrast was pleasing to the eye.

His lips followed the path his fingers had taken brushing my hips, outer thighs and even brushing my bellybutton but studiously avoiding the pulse between my legs. He still had sweatpants on but I could see his cock straining through the material. His tongue brushing over my aching clit ever so softly shoved every thought in my head away.

"Look at me," he said softly the air from his lips fanning my heated core. I realized my eyes were screwed shut but shook my head. His tongue flicked quick as lightning over me just once and my eyes shot open and locked with his. I watched in half-fascination and half-embarrassment as he used two fingers to part my slick lower lips. "Last night was too fast," he said in a smooth voice that made my legs shake. His eyes locked with mine as he flicked my clit with a feather light tongue, watching my response.

"Paul," I said softly not even able to complete my thought. He seemed to understand.

"Close your eyes pet and enjoy," he said. Pleasure-slow, mind-numbing, soul shaking pleasure coursed through my body as he moved his lips and tongue over me. He was devouring me, scorching me with his heat and my body shook from head to toe as he coaxed me through not one but three orgasms. When he finally lifted his head from my soaked still burning flesh his lips were covered in moisture. It was probably the most erotic thing I had ever seen. He wiped his face absently as he pulled his sweatpants off. I licked my lips as I watched his easy movements through half-closed eyes. He was so at ease with his own body; his own nudity.

"Can I…?" I began before breaking my sentence. He raised one eyebrow at me.

"Can you what kitten?" He asked. His voice practically oozed sex and fresh arousal rushed through me. I watched as his hand stroked his cock almost lazily; absentmindedly.

"Can I touch you?" I asked barely recognizing my own voice. It came out hoarse and throaty. His smile was my answer and he dropped to the carpet beside me propping himself up on his elbow and looking at me almost insolently.

"Have at it," he said casually. I reached out a shaky hand and laid it flat over his heartbeat which betrayed his true feelings. The beat was hard and strong and as fast as my own. I let my fingers trail over his chest before brushing them gently over his stomach. His muscles there clenched at my touch and I smiled when I heard his sharp intake of breath. He let out the air he had been holding when my fingertip traced just the tip of his cock. Again I was struck by the softness of the skin there.

I shifted myself down his body farther so I could reach every inch of his cock without straining. I laid my head on his chest and ran my fingers over his hard length. His body quaked under my fingertips and I bit back my laugh. This man, this wolf, could crush me in an instant but here he was shaking under my light touches. He pushed my hand away after a few minutes of light touching. His lips covered mine and he pulled me firmly against his body still shaking slightly from my tentative caresses.

"I don't think we are going to make it to the bedroom," I mumbled when his lips left mine. He rolled onto his back pulling me over to straddle him. I tensed as he entered me but there was no pain this time; only sweet pleasure as he filled me. I braced my hands on his chest for balance as his hands fell to my hips-teaching me to ride him. When I picked up the rhythm his hands lifted to my breasts; teasing and pinching my nipples while his hot eyes watched me move over him. The carpet bit painfully into my knees but I barely noticed as yet another orgasm shot through my body. He cradled me gently as I fell forward onto his chest.

"So greedy," he teased after holding me for a minute and I realized he was still hard inside of me. "Can we go to the bedroom now?" He asked. His hands were stroking my back gently and I nodded into his chest. I couldn't stop my sigh of disappointment as he lifted me slightly letting his cock slide out. He laughed and then helped me stand.

"My legs feel like Jell-O," I complained moving towards his closed bedroom door. I looked back to find his heated eyes on my body, watching me as I walked to his room. I licked my lips nervously. "Are you coming?" I asked.

"I want you on your hands and knees in the center of my bed before I get in there," he almost growled; eyes dark with lust. My knees shook but I opened the door and scrambled onto his bed. By the time he appeared in the doorway I was as he had requested and felt more exposed than I ever had in my life. The bed dipped as he came up behind me and I flinched when his hands grasped my hips. Slowly I relaxed into his soft caresses. A sigh escaped me when he slid into me once again.

Then there was nothing but him and me. Nothing but the feel of his hot hands at my hips; nothing but the sound of our flesh slapping together punctuated by his moans and my whimpers; nothing but the sparks that seemed to be shooting through our bodies like heroin. My knees collapsed under our combined weight as both of our releases broke. I felt a sharp pain on my neck followed by pure pleasure as his tongue laved the spot he had just bitten.

This time he pulled me into his arms when he withdrew from me. I snuggled back against him; letting my body drink in his warmth as my heart rate returned to normal. His hands weren't still but they moved gently over my slight curves one finally coming to rest on my belly as his chin touched my shoulder. The silence was perfection and I felt myself drift off to sleep clasped in his strong arms.