The lost mate

Chapter 150: Loving you

Emily used the opportunity to completely free Chris from his denim prison. He was hot and hard and silky to the touch. Now she was trying to get out of her dress without losing contact with him.

Chris solved that problem by growling and ripping her dress off her body. She was finally naked against him. She could feel the hair on his chest tickling her nipples and just added to her excitement. Chris’s hand slid between their bodies and she seeked out her core. When he touched me, Emily, she jumped with anticipation and oversensitivity. His fingers found her slick centre and slowly entered. It felt wonderfully full and stretched. She could tell that he was being gentle and careful, but Emily was on fire, and only he could put out the flames. She was still caressing his hardness as he was preparing her sweet pussy for his assault.

He finally grabbed her wrists and guided her hand and him to her dripping hole. He slid the head of his cock into her warm wetness, and she gasped with pleasure. He slid his cock in slowly, inch by inch.

"You are so tight." He mumbled.

"It feels so good; don’t stop," she whimpered.

He slowly pulled out, looked deep in the eye, and grabbed her lips with his and her hips with his hands. While he was kissing her senseless, he slammed himself all the way home. Emily moaned around his tongue, grateful that he was still kissing her. His movements were slow and torturous. She wanted more—harder, faster. He slowly moved his hand from her hip to her stomach and then slid down to press against her clitoral. Emily felt my first real orgasm building. She was panting and breathless as he kept kissing her and pounding her soaking wet pussy.

Emily felt as if she was having an out-of-body experience. She felt her pussy clamp down on Chris’s hard cock, felt a rush of juices, and felt her heart beat. They all throbbed the same rhythm.

As she returned to her body, she started to feel Chris caressing her back and ribs. Emily opened her eyes and looked at him. He was smiling, and his eyes were twinkling.

"Welcome back," he said.

"Thanks; that was amazing. Wow, I had no idea that an orgasm could get that intense."

"I should have made it special with candles and rose petals and a bed. Not standing up against the bedroom door."

"It’s fine; just being with you is special enough for me." Emily replied, feeling grateful for the connection they shared.

"Besides, you did give me the option to stop, and I didn’t want to." Chris laughed.

Emily looked around at her ripped dress and undergarments.

"How will I go back home ?" she said, pouting.

"Maybe just skip the dress altogether next time." Chris grinned mischievously, making Emily blush.

"Go take your shower, and your clothes will be waiting on the bed for you. Oh, and should you need help washing your back, I will gladly volunteer for that." He said with a smirk.

"Ok, where’s the bathroom ?" Emily asked.

Chris pointed towards the hallway. "First door on your left," he said.

She shoved at him and went into the bathroom. There was a huge jetted tub in the corner, surrounded by marble tiles; next to it was the shower."

Emily turned on the water, adjusted the temperature to pleasantly hot, and jumped in. It felt great to have all that wonderful water hitting all the parts of her body.

So much has happened in such a short time. She feels totally safe with Chris. She knew he thought she was strong, but she was really not. She knew Chris was waiting for her commitment. Eventually she would have to get marked and change into a wolf. But she had been delaying it due to Heather’s illness.

She was so absorbed in her own thoughts that she didn’t hear the shower door open and Chris come in. She almost cried when he touched her back.

"I didn’t mean to scare you. Where were you? You were so lost in thoughts, and I felt your sadness. Want to talk about it?" he asked.

"No, not really; I was just thinking that you have a lot of faith in me to be strong enough to handle all this, but I am not that strong. I just try to make the best of all the shit I have on my plate. I am only strong because I had to be for my mother. I have to protect her. I know she doesn’t have much time. I spent many nights crying myself to sleep. I am not strong." She said it with tears in her eyes.

He wrapped his strong arms around her and held her. "You are strong. You are bearing everything for your family and friendship. That is strength. " He said.

"I can promise you that it will be worth it. You have the strength you need to become a beautiful wolf. You have a heart of gold and the strength to protect those weaker than you. My wolf sees that in you. I see that in you. You just need to see that in you.

"Now turn around and let me wash your back." He said it with a smile.

Emily turned around and placed her hands on the marble. He started scrubbing her back with the shower puff. Once he got her all soapy, he dropped the puff and started running his hand over her slick wet skin and working the tension knots out of her back and shoulders. She couldn’t help but moan. It felt heavenly.

As his hands worked out the tension in her back, she could feel another kind of tension building.

All I felt was heaven. His hands slid across her slick skin, moving past her shoulders to caress her neck. Running down the arms to her hands, then to her waist and up to her breasts. Making her nipples harden under his touch. Giving her goose bumps. She wanted more. She wanted to feel him everywhere. She pushed her butt against his groyne and could feel that he was hard. Emily started rubbing her butt against that hardness pressing him into her.