"I won't help you," he said. "You're brave, aren't you, my wife? I want to see that part of you tonight."
The need, the desperation- they all were driving me insane. The erotic gaze on me felt like a burn erupting on my skin. Yes, I wanted all of him right this instant.
He was sitting against the headrest. I placed both of my hands on his muscular shoulders. But I still did not know how to do it.
We had done it before too, but I was still afraid of it. Now that he wanted me to be on top, I found myself worrying if it would fit.
"Dem, was it like this last time too?" I asked.
"What do you mean?"
"That thing," I pointed downwards, "Was it this... Never mind."
He chuckled and pulled me towards him. "Be quick, my wife. I'm losing patience."
I held his shoulders tightly as I climbed up on his lap. I had never touched it before. So I was quite nervous.
I touched it slightly with the tip of my finger. He groaned that instant. I flinched. Did I hurt him or something?
"Are... are you okay?" I asked.
"Be quick, my wife," he groaned impatiently.
It was like he was in pain. I gathered my courage and grabbed it with my hand. It was hotter than I expected and also very firm.
"Huh... don't make me wait, my wife."
It was embarrassing, yet my boldness exceeded my expectations. I placed it between my thighs. I thought I would be able to do it properly, but the moment the tip touched the entrance, I felt like panicking again.
I gulped and forced myself downwards. And the feeling... I did not know what to think anymore. It was overwhelming and hot. I felt stuffy and out of breath.
"Uhh... huh!"
"Breathe, my wife," he whispered into my ear. "I've been waiting to feel like this all the time. Now, my wife, move on your own. I want to see and feel all of you."
I tried to bring myself up, but I could not move much. Perhaps it was because I was too overwhelmed that even if I wanted to, my body would not let me.
"I... I can't..."
"Of course, you can," he said. "Then I'll help you a bit. Think of it as a deal for a long and hard night, my wife."
He grabbed me by the waist with both of his hands and brought my hips up. I was so surprised that before I could grasp the situation, he brought my hips down with great force.
"Ahhh!" It was not a moan; it was more like a scream. And it did not stop. My body did not feel like my own. It felt like it was just a limb that was possessed by his hands on my waist.
"Uh... huh... ah! It's... it's too deep."
In this position, he could reach too far. The way it was overwhelming, it was too much sinfully pleasurable as well.
"You're clenching me. I'm losing my mind," he groaned.
"Ah! Huh... Ahh..."
"Fuck! I can't hold back anymore!"
Suddenly it was not me who was moving. He started pushing himself from below. The moves were far away from gentle. They were rough and fast.
I could not stop the moans that were leaving my mouth. I was being too loud, but I could not help it. There was no way to stop what I was feeling, how my insides were burning up with desire and my mind was in chaos.
"You're so beautiful."
He kissed me on the shoulder while thrusting from beneath. Even if it was too much, I did not want him to stop. I wanted to be crazy even if it was for tonight. I wanted to lose myself in the depth of pleasure.
I felt even closer to him than before now that our bodies were connected together. I had been thinking a lot if sex was always like this. But now I knew it was not. It would never be the same with another person.
And more importantly, it was not just sex. It was making love. It was not just satisfying physical desire, rather it was connecting two souls together.
"Call my name, my wife. I want to hear it."
"D-Dem... Ah! Oh, Dem!" I moaned. "It's... too fast."
"I think I'll crush you at this rate. But I can't stop. If I do, I think I'll die. So please, don't tell me to stop."
Even if he was too fast, I was not going to tell him to stop. That was the last thing I would do. Was he feeling what I was feeling at this moment?
Sweats dripping, breaths heaving with our bodies entangled together, I could hear his loud heartbeat. It was the same as mine. There was no way to determine whose heart was beating faster. I did not know even this would give me such pleasure.
Suddenly he flipped me over that I was on my back and he was on top of me. But he did not stop, not even for a second.
"Ah! Ahh! Uhh... Nngh! Dem... ah!"
"What the... Why are you crying? Am I hurting you in any way, my wife?" he asked worriedly.
"No... Never. It just... feels so good. I feel so good to be so close to you. I am so lucky," I said with a smile even though the tears did not stop.
"Damn it! Fuck!" he cursed and each thrust became even more furious. It was like he was trying to take as much as possible as if he was running out of time.
"Uhh! Ahh! Dem... huh... ahh! I..."
"Don't leave me, my wife. Don't ever leave me. I don't know what I'll do without you."
"I... I won't..."
He was surely too much strong. All the time we did it, I felt like I was dying in the most beautiful way possible. It was sinful yet something I craved more and more. He had the ability to take me to the peak of pleasure again and again. He took me up and made me crazy. I had already lost my voice.
He groaned and bit on my shoulder. It was painful, but the pain did not reach the pleasure I was feeling and I did not mind the pain at all. A hot gush of liquid flooded inside me. It was too satisfying and hot to control.
"You're beautiful. I must be the luckiest person in the world that I found someone like you as my mate. You're too beautiful and perfect to handle," he said and kissed my forehead.
Did he just say perfect? How could someone call me perfect? I had countless flaws. No matter who he was, there was no way he could call me perfect. Did I just hear him wrong or had he lost his mind in the heat of the moment? Whatever it was, me and perfect were two completely different things.
"Dem... you can lie down beside me. Don't your arms hurt?"
"They don't hurt at all, my wife. I want to look at your face like this. I can look at you forever," he smiled.
"But it's..."
"It's not embarrassing. I'm looking at my wife, ain't I?" he said. "I've met you first seven years ago. That time, it was just simple gratitude I felt for you. But then, again and again, you surprised me. You were very young back then, but you were mature. You piqued my interest. But even that time, I did not know it would happen."
"What would happen?"
"That I would feel this way about you. Perhaps you've married a crazy werewolf, my wife. I don't know what it is, but whenever I see you, I want to keep you in my arms. I want to show you off because I'm proud of having someone like you in my life. I want them to be jealous of me. But if someone tried to take you from me, trust me, my wife, I won't let them live. I don't know this feeling. The feeling was so burdensome at first that I felt like I was losing my mind," he said and brushed his fingers against my cheek. "But now I don't feel that way anymore. I can accept that feeling now. Now it feels like those feeling are right. Those feelings are proof of how important you're to me. I'm still working on finding out more about the feelings. In the meantime, I know it's too much to ask as I made you marry me all of a sudden, but I want you to accept me in your heart. Please let me in, my wife. I won't hurt you nor will I leave you.. Just give me a chance to prove myself and to cherish you just like I always wanted."