Shiftr: Swipe Left for Love (Melissa) BBW Werewolf Romance (Hope Valley BBW online dating app romances Book 3) (9 page)

“I think you’ll be equal to it though, Melissa.”

“Really?” she said, intrigued. She’d never thought of herself as a very sexual person before, never mind anybody else thinking that about her.

“I can just tell,” he said, his smile becoming wicked. “I can sense that you have this powerful capacity for pleasure deep inside you. But I can also sense that maybe it hasn’t been brought out yet.” Melissa shook her head.
What was the point of lying?
She suddenly felt as inexperienced as before her first time with her husband.

“You’re right,” she said. “I think I found it hard to let go, after, you know, what happened to me. And my ex wasn’t a very passionate guy to be honest.” She no longer cared that her cheeks were hot. It actually felt really good to be talking about sex with this guy who obviously wanted her as much as she wanted him.

“I would love to be the one to bring it out of you, Melissa,” Harley said. “In time, of course. When we know each other well enough.” She stared at him wordlessly. The heat between her thighs was blossoming into a deep ache, and all she could think about was how much she wanted him to kiss her, to touch her all over. He frowned and reached for her hand across the table. “I’m sorry. Am I being too full on?” he said.

“No,” she managed. “I love this conversation, I do. I’m just not used to guys talking about sex in an open way. I mean, apart from when they’re screaming things at you out of car windows.” Harley looked appalled.

“That kind of behavior is so disgusting,” he said. “But I think shifters are very open about talking about sex. It comes very naturally to us, I guess. And it’s super important that your mate is sexually compatible with you, and satisfies your desires as fully as they can.” Melissa fought to conceal the shudder that was running the length of her body. She couldn’t wait to go to bed with Harley and experience the things he was talking about.

“When I’m not caught in the full moon phase, I’m a big softie,” he continued. “But it’s important you know that I have this side to me. We wolves are very particular shape shifters. We’re the only species to be governed by the phases of the moon.”

“Just like all women,” Melissa said.

“Exactly,” he replied with a grin. “Which is why I believe that a wolf shifter and a human female are the most perfect match imaginable.”

They’d finished eating, and they continued talking until they discovered that they were almost the only people left in the restaurant.

“Be safe on your journey home, guys,” the server said as she brought the check. It wasn’t until they’d stepped out from their little nook that they could see that the snow had become heavier still. It had settled thickly on the sidewalk, and was falling so densely that they couldn’t see the road at all.

“I was going to ask you to drop me at my car, but there’s no way I’ll be able to drive all the way back to the national park in this weather,” Harley said.

“Come and stay at my place,” Melissa said immediately.

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. I’m also a little nervous of driving back alone, so I’d be really grateful to have you there.”

Harley helped Melissa across the snowy pathway and they got into the car and drove back to her apartment at a snail’s pace. She let out a long sigh when they arrived.

“It was totally worth going out tonight, but I’m pretty relieved to be home,” she said.

“Oh, it wasn’t so bad out there,” Harley said with a laugh. “Only a little blizzard.”

Back inside, Melissa poured two glasses of red wine to warm them up, and they stood by the window again, watching the snow drift by. Harley stood behind her, his lips pressed to her hair and his hands resting lightly on her waist. Desire ran through her body like a tender flame, and she willed him to raise his hands and cup her breasts, to quench the ache in her erect nipples.

“I want to kiss you so badly, Melissa,” he murmured into her hair. “But, if I do, I know I won’t be able to hold myself back.” She turned around, taking him by surprise, and, instinctively he dipped his head and kissed her full on the lips. His tongue danced around hers for a blissful minute, before he pulled back, shamefaced. “I know I need to take my time with you,” he said. “And I don’t want it to seem like I’m taking advantage of the snowstorm to rush things.”

“Maybe the snowstorm is a device that destiny threw in our way,” Melissa said, her voice full of mischief. Harley ran his hands up and down her arms, and caught his fingers in her silken hair.

“I’d better sleep on the couch,” he said, as if making a final decision.

“Oh, ok,” she said, deflated. She stepped away from him and went to her closet to get some blankets and a pillow. Then she laid them out on the couch for him.

“Goodnight, Melissa,” he said. She tipped her chin up to meet his eyes and he planted a closed-lipped kiss on her mouth. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Goodnight, Harley,” she replied, leaving him regretfully.

Chapter Six

In her bedroom, Melissa changed into a pale pink satin nightgown with spaghetti straps and began to climb into bed, her mind full of longing and her body taut with unfulfilled desire. She fidgeted beneath her comforter. She was far too aroused to go to sleep. Her hand lay on her thigh, inches from that tender place between her legs that was currently driving her crazy. She moved closer and touched herself through the thin fabric of her nightgown. Her body reacted with a little jolt.
This is crazy. I want him so bad, and I know he wants me too.
She heard a creak. It was the couch. It always made that noise when someone moved around on it. There was another creak, and it was followed by a deep sigh. Harley couldn’t sleep either. She made a quick decision. Getting out of bed, she put on a matching dressing gown and padded along the hallway to the living room. Harley wasn’t even lying down. He was sitting on the couch, leaning his elbows on his knees, and staring at his hands that were clasped in front of him. And he was wearing only his undershorts. Melissa’s breath caught in her throat. He looked up as she entered the room.

“Melissa,” he said as she stepped closer. She loved the way he said her name. It sounded like honey on his tongue – which was exactly what it meant.

He took her in his arms and kissed her again. She felt his mouth was hungry, but he was still holding back.

“I can tell the couch is too small for you, Harley,” she said. “So I’ve got to insist that you come and join me in my bed.” Even in the dark she could see the pure amber fire in his eyes.

“If you’re insisting, it would be ungentlemanly to refuse,” he said. He stood up, and she took his hand, and led him into her bedroom. She was so dizzy with anticipation that she could barely walk. They stood close to the bed and he stroked her hair.

“Just tell me one last time that you’re sure about doing this right now,” he said. “There’s no rush. We’ve got all the time in the world.”

“Harley, I want this. Right now. More than anything,” she said, the calmness of her voice concealing the excitement that was raging inside her. 

“I can’t tell you how incredible that is to hear,” he said. He clasped her waist, more forcefully this time, and a small sound, like a growl escaped his lips. He pulled her toward him as he sat down on the bed, and gently drew the dressing gown from her shoulders. As it slid down, she unfastened the belt and it fell off completely, leaving her in only her nightgown. Harley ran his hands over her hips, looking up at her adoringly. She stepped closer, raising the gown on her thighs high enough to allow her to climb onto his lap. She was aware that she was naked beneath it, and, as she made contact with his body, she stifled a cry. He was already hard. She could feel the bulge of his cock beneath his cotton shorts. He felt so good pressing against her, but she wanted more. Tangling his fingers into her hair, he began to kiss her hard, his tongue probing more deeply into her mouth than before. His other hand ran all over her back, with feather-light touches, and then his lips moved onto her neck.

“You smell so sweet,” he muttered, as he covered her throat with tiny kisses. He lifted her up a little to allow him to kiss her collarbones and her chest, and she made a small sound of frustration at losing contact with his body. His mouth moved down to her cleavage, and, at the same time, he cupped her breasts in both hands. She cried out as his thumbs circled her aching nipples through the flimsy fabric. As his face drew level with her cleavage, his hands went to her shoulder straps, and he began to ease them down. They fell to her elbows, and then, with gentle fingers, he pulled the top of her gown down, exposing her breasts. She bit her lip, self-conscious at him seeing them. They were bigger than she liked them to be, and they had small, pale-pink nipples. With no material impeding him now, his hands cupped her bare flesh. She moaned, and moaned again as his tongue snaked out and licked her nipples, first the left, and then the right.

“So beautiful,” he whispered as he began to suck on them gently. She loved what he was doing with his hands, softly kneading her breasts, while his tongue danced around, driving her to a frenzy. She was dimly aware that she was soaking wet. Her pussy burned for the touch of his fingers; for much more than his fingers. She ran her fingers through his hair, picking up the warm, clean scent of it, and caressed the bulging muscles of his shoulders.

When he’d taken his fill of her breasts, he lowered her body so they were face to face again and he kissed her deeply, his tongue seeming to seek out the very essence of her. Her breasts pressed against his bare chest.
Oh, God! His skin was like velvet.
It was a blissful, deeply arousing sensation. His pelvis made little jerks, and she sensed how much effort it was costing him to be gentle and take his time with her. By now she was so crazy with desire that she wanted him to throw her on the bed and claim her as his own. As if reading her mind, he eased her off his lap so that she was standing again. He slid a finger along her thigh, all the way up, until he touched her pubic hair. Her knees buckled. Slowly, deliberately, he ran his finger along her labia, back and forth, picking up her wetness, causing more of it to flow out of her. She wanted his finger inside her so bad that she couldn’t breathe. She stood still, looking down at him while he gently pleasured her. At last, he slid his finger inside her, a little at a time. Her nerve endings were so hungry for his touch that it almost hurt. Her pussy muscles fluttered in tiny spasms. He added another finger, and curled them both deep inside her, barely moving, but with enough of a vibration to drive her crazy. He lifted her gown and looked at her, and she squirmed under his gaze. She saw the hunger in his eyes. It was uncomfortable but hot to be admired like that. Then he leaned forward and his tongue darted out and licked the sensitive bud of her clit. She let out a scream. It felt so, unbelievably good. He looked up at her, checking she was ok. He slid off the bed and knelt in front of her and began to lick her, making soft, appreciative sounds. His agile tongue ran all over her delicate inner labia, until she couldn’t stand it any more and pulled on his hair, guiding him to her needy clit. He sucked on it as his tongue flicked back and forth, until all the desire and arousal in her body seemed to be concentrated into that tiny little button. And all the time, his fingers moved inside her, massaging that super-sensitive spot that she never knew she had. Something intense was building inside her. She began to tremble all over as her pussy muscles clenched in quick bursts.

“Oh, God, something’s happening!” she exclaimed. Harley stopped what he was doing and a half-smile curved his lips.

“You’d better lie down,” he said, and gently guided her onto the bed. He laid her down flat, and spread her thighs. “Melissa, you smell so good. Like honey and spring flowers and freshly-cut grass,” he murmured, and he continued to lick her. In seconds that crazy trembling started up again, like a volcano about to blow its top. She held onto her thighs to keep them still, and the trembling grew and grew, until something went
boom!
deep in her belly. Waves of euphoria rippled through her pussy and sent shockwaves all over her body. Her skin tingled from head to toe, and her brain filled with shooting stars. Harley kept licking her, kept moving his strong, long fingers inside her, until the sensations rose and fell, and finally eased off into a gentle buzz. He climbed up on the bed and lay beside her, stroking her body.

“I just had an orgasm,” she said in a slightly hoarse voice, realizing at the same time that she’d been crying out, shouting all kinds of things that she couldn’t remember now.

“Yes you did,” Harley said with a smile.

“My whole life I’ve thought that an orgasm was like a nice little tingle. I was so mistaken. That was – that was – something else. I swear I’ve just been to the moon and back,” she said. “You just gave me my first real orgasm.” Harley’s gaze was full of warmth.

“I’m just sorry you had to wait so long,” he replied. She reached out and touched him through his undershorts.

“It was worth waiting for, trust me. But I’m sorry
you’ve
had to wait so long,” she said, and she tugged at the waistband of his shorts. He helped her, and they were quickly stripped off, leaving him fully, magnificently naked to her gaze. He had such an incredible body, every part of it perfectly toned. His thighs were strong and powerful, and his cock was big and swollen with need for her. She touched it and it surged in her hand. He gave a deep growl and climbed on top of her, sliding her nightgown down and off her body in a single movement. She pulled him close, eager to feel his body fully against her own. He nudged her thighs apart, wider and wider, and she bent her knees, encouraging him to come closer. His cock rubbed against her pussy, teasing her clit, and then, suddenly, he entered her. She gasped as his big cock filled her pussy, making it throb with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“Did I hurt you?” he said.

“No – no, you feel amazing,” she managed to say.

“It’s my wolf. When it wants to mate, I can’t always keep it under control.”

“You don’t need to,” she said. It was only half a lie; her body wanted him, wanted all he had to give her. But she was also a little scared of what this wolf was capable of.

“I’ll be as gentle as I can, I promise,” he said, as if reading her thoughts. Slowly, he began to move inside her and she gave a moan of ecstasy. She loved the way he was filling her, possessing her completely. The throbbing in her pussy evolved into blissful ripples, and her muscles gripped his cock. She lifted her thighs and wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing him to go deeper. He took it as a sign that he could thrust harder, and his pelvis butted against hers as he fucked her in long, delicious strokes. At first, he kissed her, with hard, bruising kisses, but as her breath began to come in pants, he arched above her, a dark, muscular mass of a man, with wild amber eyes. She gripped his ass in her hands, loving the feel of his muscles tensing as he plowed in and out of her. His skin became slick with perspiration and he exhaled in growls and snarls. She tried to pull his face towards her, so she could look him in the eye, but he wouldn’t. He turned his head away, and, as his movements became very rough and jerky, he hid his face in the comforter.

“It’s too much, Melissa,” he muttered. “I can only just keep it inside.” She knew he meant that he was holding his wolf back, and the thought was very hot to her. As his movements became faster and faster, she exploded again, climaxing around his cock, as he drove it deep inside her.

Just as her orgasm subsided, Harley’s body trembled all over, he gave three or four sharp thrusts, and he came with a roar, filling her with his seed.

He collapsed on top of her, his whole, delicious weight pressing on her body. She stayed motionless, her legs still wrapped around him, not wanting to lose that feeling of intimacy. At last, he lifted himself and turned onto his side, bringing her with him. She laid her head against his chest, listening to the slow, steady thud of his heart.

“That was incredible, Melissa. Actually, more than incredible, but no words can describe it,” he said. “I’ve dreamed of this since before I even knew what mating felt like.”

“It was incredible for me too,” she said, eyes shining with emotion. Doubt flashed across his features.

“Are you sure? Having sex with a werewolf is a little different from having sex with a man. It’ll be rough, all the time. I love to pleasure you with my hands and my mouth, and I could spend all day lying between your sweet thighs. But when it comes to mating, it’ll always be rough. There’s you, there’s me, and there’s a wolf trying to get out of me. I hope that won’t be too much for you?”

“No, I love it!” she said. “I think that’s every woman’s fantasy. What girl wouldn’t love to have attention lavished on her, and then taken with such a fierce urge?” He smiled and stroked her cheek.

“I just knew you’d be the perfect mate for me,” he said. “Both in life and love. Now I know you’re mine. All mine. Forever.” Melissa gave him a smile of pure happiness, and they fell into a kiss, long and full of emotion.

Melissa awoke in the early morning. She was lying on her side, and Harley was spooning her. His cock was hard, pressing into her ass and his arm was wrapped possessively around her waist. She needed to go to the bathroom, but she waited a moment longer, luxuriating in the feeling of being in Harley’s embrace. This big, sexy man who said he wanted to be with her for all time. Her mate. She carefully extricated herself from his arms and crept out into the hallway. The bathroom was bathed in a blue light. She looked out of the window. The snow had settled heavily, half burying the cars on the sidewalk, and the road was invisible beneath a crisp, white blanket. There was no way she’d be able to make it to the office this morning. When she’d used the bathroom, she returned to the bedroom and switched her alarm off. It was going to be a snow day.

Harley stirred as she climbed back into bed. She snuggled close to him, easing herself back into the same position as before. He was still hard and as her ass made contact with his cock, he moved back and forth a couple of times. His hand moved up and cupped her breast and her clit tingled. As his hand squeezed a little, the tingle became an ache. His breathing was still slow, as if he was more asleep than not. His hips moved again, and his cock rubbed back and forth against the cleft of her ass.
God, this is turning me on like crazy
, she thought, and a mischievous thought came into her mind. She scooted up in the bed, and now his cock rubbed against her pussy instead. She was wet again. She could feel him getting lubricated with her juices. Every movement bumped against her clit, building on her arousal, while her pussy muscles spasmed, demanding his attention. She moved her hips a little more, so that the head of his cock pushed at her entrance. His hips kept moving and she wriggled, and suddenly his cock was entering her. She helped it to slide in slowly, an inch at a time, until she was full of him. Her pussy fluttered, tremors running all the way inside her. Harley made a sleepy sound and began to thrust a little more strongly. Melissa bit her lip to keep herself from moaning as he glided on her wetness. This was so different from before, but every bit as pleasurable.