Risks Of Loving You

I gently lowered my top, allowing him to gently kiss my sensitive nipples, which made me shiver and moan. He seemed to know my preferences, as he swiftly removed my bottoms. With a soft whisper, he said, "Let's see how much desire you're feeling." He inserted two fingers inside me, causing a wave of relaxation throughout my body. As he curled and withdrew them, his fingers emerged damp and sticky. "Do you want more?" he asked, looking at me with understanding. Nodding eagerly, I encouraged him to continue. He inserted his fingers slowly, deepening the connection, and then switched his touch to my clit. The gentle suction and teasing brought me closer and closer to climax. Pulling him up, I caressed his hair, feeling his arousal growing beneath my touch. The tension between us was palpable. "Please, let's be intimate," I pleaded, trying to hold back my longing. But he insisted on patience, instead focusing on pleasuring me by rubbing against my entrance while fingering me. Watching him, I felt a mix of desire and confusion – for I was in love with another shifter, one who cherished me as his equal. Our wolves recognized each other as mates, leaving me questioning how this unexpected encounter fit into my life. As he flipped me over, his hardness pressing against my core, I gasped at the texture of his veined and ribbed penis. With a tender kiss on my back and neck, he plunged into me, his intensity both thrilling and conflicting with my heart's true feelings.