Chapter 3 Reaction
Disclaimer: the characters and all recognisable situations belong to Stephenie Meyer - this is a work of fan fiction, except for the legends and histories of the Quileute and the Makah that, of course, belong to them. I pay my respects to their gods.
Thanks to BanSidhe for betaing.
AN: remember children, safe sex always
Embry stood there. He had his hand on the top of the door and he leant against it, rubbing his face with the other hand as if she had just woken him up. He saw her and waved his arm into the house. An invitation to enter. He was naked.
He didn't speak.
Neither did she.
She walked past him and into his house.
She knew where his bedroom was. She had been in his house before and besides she could smell him. She took her dress off in the doorway and tossed it behind her on the floor. She wasn't wearing anything else.
Part of her could not believe she was going to do this. She stopped at the sight of his bed, looking as rumpled as her own. He had pillows though.
He touched her gently on the back. A long, slow stroke from her shoulder down to her ass.
She spoke now. "No kissing," she said.
She was not sure why she had specified that. Maybe because it was too intimate. She thought kissing was more intimate than fucking? Yeah, there was something seriously wrong with her.
He didn't acknowledge her statement or reply, so she assumed that was acceptable. He touched her again but the touch turned into a little push. She took another step into the room. Closer to the bed.
She turned to face him. He was already sporting a pretty good stiffy. Christ he wasn't lying about the size thing. Maybe he wasn't lying about the rest of it either; 'best night of their lives' hadn't he said? Just before they said they never wanted to see him again.
Jesus she wasn't here to sympathise with him; she was here to fuck him. Or for him to fuck her.
Whatever.
She turned her back to him again; she didn't know how to deal with the closeness of him face to face.
She'd never fucked another wolf. Sam was not a wolf when they were together. She had to stop that. She wasn't going to think about Sam; not now. This wasn't about him.
Embry reached out and pulled her in closer to him, up against his chest. He felt oddly … right. The right temperature at any rate. Not too hot, not too cold… but just right. She almost snorted at that idea, but thought better of it. He was taller than her too. She liked that.
Her wolf liked him all round. He smelt right. All she could usually smell on men was too much deodorant or product in their hair. Made her feel nauseous.
Embry smelt good.
"Condoms?" he asked.
She snorted with derision. As if the sterile female wolf had a problem with that.
He took that as a 'no'.
"Good," he said. He leant his face in beside her neck, scenting her. "Never gone bareback before," he whispered.
That made her shiver.
His hands settled on her waist and he ground himself against her back. Her breath caught in her throat. He seemed to understand how skittish she was. She supposed he could just hear her heart beat or maybe he could smell her nervousness. But, either way, he didn't try to make her face him.
She could smell him; he smelt excited.
His hands roamed all over her body; teasing, tweaking, pinching, sliding into and over her. A constant movement that almost desensitised her. She stood with her eyes closed; her legs apart and she let him do whatever he wanted to do. She let him… Leah Clearwater let a guy do what he wanted… Man, she really was desperate for a decent fuck.
It had been too long. She was dripping with need way before she would have been normally. Maybe she knew he wasn't going to run away before she was satisfied; before he was finished with her.
She knew he wanted this too and she knew it would be different; rougher, harder and stronger than a normal guy. Her inner wolf was licking her lips in anticipation. And that made her wetter.
The knowing.
His fingers slid into her folds and she almost stumbled where she stood. Her head tilted back against him. She rubbed herself back against him. She started to touch him. Just rubbing her hands down his arms where he touched her. He was still standing behind her. He pushed her towards the bed again.
She went to lie on her back, but he stopped her. He wanted her doggy style. That made sense. Her wolf agreed.
"No headboard," he explained as if she would know what he meant.
"I don't understand."
"This will work better," he said and he just pushed her shoulders until she knelt at the side of the bed facing away from him. And then he folded her over the mattress. Her chest flat on the bed and her face buried in the bedding. The bedding that smelt like him. She went to rise but his guiding hand at her neck became firmer. It became a holding hand. He knelt behind her. She tried to rise again but he held her down. She felt unaccountably excited by that. When had Embry got so forceful?
She felt his hand fumble at her opening, the other hand still holding her at the neck. He positioned himself and he started to work his way into her. She was wet but he was big and it took some effort to get inside her. She also hadn't had sex for a while. He leant his whole body down on top of her back. She couldn't breathe properly.
His face was right next to hers. His lips moving against the shell of her ear. "I am going to pound you into the mattress," he told her in a low, husky voice.
"Oh Jesus," she actually moaned that out loud. Her bad.
He chuckled. He pushed hard into her. She squirmed. He pushed harder. He worked himself all the way into her.
"You're right," he whispered to her, "it's so hot…" He didn't sound unhappy about it. "So hot… so tight…"
It felt like he was driving the air out of her lungs. She tried to shove back against him. He withdrew until the tip of him rested at her opening. She nearly had a whole body twitch at just the feel of that. He let go of her neck and grabbed her at the hips. She managed to take one deep breath before he pulled her back hard against him as he thrust forward. He buried himself to the hilt.
She wailed. There was no other word for the noise she made. She was going to be all cool and monosyllabic and she was just panting and moaning now. He had barely got going and she was a mess. Maybe it was the force, the strength of him. No one had ever handled her like this before. Probably because she didn't let them, but still, there were only a handful of guys who could have handled her like this. Although their numbers were growing every day, most of the new wolves could not win in a fight with her.
He pounded her into the mattress all right. He took up a thrusting rhythm that left her breathless again. She had already orgasmed more than once and he kept right on going. She started trying to push back. She got up on her arms and thrust herself back at him. They came together with the sound of slapping flesh and enough force to jar bones. The mattress was thumping against the wall with every thrust.
"Yeah… that's it… like that," he told her.
They slammed together a few more times and she lost it again. He lifted her up against his chest; one hand working between her legs and the other holding her tight against him as she spasmed around him. His arm wrapped around her under her breasts. His cock filling her completely. He seemed to be waiting for her to get her breath back. He hadn't come yet, he was still hard inside her. That meant he wasn't finished with her yet.
She could feel him licking the sweat off her neck. It made her shiver.
"You taste good." Still holding her against his chest and still buried inside her, he rose to his feet, lifting her effortlessly and pushing her up onto the bed. She crawled forward a little and he stayed with her entering her again as she supported herself on her arms. Her strength allowed her to hold this position for much longer than a normal girl. She felt exposed and vulnerable; splayed out under him. It was not normal for her.
He took up another penetrating rhythm, each stroke worked down the front of her internal walls, stroking her G spot and eventually bringing her to another peak. She was getting more vocal each time. If she didn't keep the noise down, the whole reservation would know what was going on.
He slammed into her so hard her arms collapsed and he flattened her onto the mattress. She was overwhelmed, his whole weight pressing down on her. He lay on top of her for a minute or so, getting his own breath back.
"Sorry," he muttered as he rose back to his knees and then he slid an arm under her, lifting her lower half back up in the air. Back onto him.
She couldn't get her arms under herself; she couldn't get enough air into her lungs. Her face and chest remained on the bed. She was gasping for air now as he resumed his earlier pounding rhythm.
"You okay?" he grunted out.
"Yes," she managed to reply. "Keep… going…"
He emitted a chuckle; it sounded pleased.
He kept going. She took a second to thank the wolf gods for quick healing. She was going to need it.
It became a blur of pleasure. She had no idea how many times she had come so far. They were both covered in sweat. Eventually he reached under her and gripped her at the front of both shoulders and just rammed her onto him. She really screamed. She felt his hot eruption filling her as he jerked behind her. It was so hot. He groaned as if it was actually painful.
They both collapsed onto the now sweat soaked sheets.
He pulled himself out of her and she made some small noise of protest as his withdrawal set off another shiver of pleasure. He fell face down, next to her. He wiped his face on the sheets and then turned his head towards her and they looked at each other.
Jesus, what was she supposed to say? Wow? She reached up to touch him on the face. He closed his eyes as she did so. "Thanks Embry," she whispered.
He smiled. He didn't open his eyes again. She could tell by his breathing that he was asleep. She watched him for a minute. She really should go home, but she didn't think she could actually walk that far. She fell asleep too.
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