Chapter 5: A Decision

Jane was still in shock when they parked outside Ara’s house. At first, he just let her sit staring straight ahead, unloading her things slowly one by one, giving her time to recover. On his third trip, he decided to nudge her along. He was still exceedingly nervous about how fragile she was and was always nervous she was too cold, or that even his lightest touch would bruise her. He unfastened her belt and lifted her out of the cab like a sleeping child. He put her feet on the ground but she made no attempt to do anything except stand and stare.

            “Jane?” he called gently. Nothing. With one hand on her lower back and one on her hand, he gently guided her inside. She was walking on her own but not speaking, and her eyes had turned down to the ground in a frightening deadpan. At least when she was staring forward he could see into her eyes. Not that it made much of a difference. He led her to the entryway, where he bent to take off her shoes, one at a time. He stood to close and latch the door properly, and when he turned her head thudded into his sternum, face first. She was now trembling, and he could smell the fresh salt of tears. She reached up with both of her hands and clung to his hands grasping at his shirt. Now she was full-on sobbing, face obscured in his chest and shirt, he could feel the familiar wet warmth of her tears and snot.

            “Hey, you are ok. I am not going to let anything bad happen to you” he wrapped his arms around her carefully, trying to apply exactly no pressure but still providing touch and comfort. His words seemed to make it worse because she had started to bawl and pull harder at him. Giving into her body’s signals he lifted her, the crease of his forearm supporting her bottom and his other hand wrapping around her waist. He had gotten more comfortable with holding her and was becoming subconsciously familiar with where to lift and where to grab her. Her arms came over his shoulders, her cast clunking bluntly, and grasped at his back fisting his shirt and lifting it slightly in the back. He was thankful for that cool breeze up his back because his body’s temperature was rising and radiating out of him like lava the more she clung.

            Her face was now in the joint between his shoulder and neck, and he could feel the tickle of her eyelashes on his skin each time she blinked. Her lips were slightly chapped, but those clung onto him too, in a fish-cleaning alga off the glass of a tank kind of way. He carried her smoothly up the stairs. Anatol, reading the atmosphere most keenly for a dog, went to lay in front of the door, guarding. One of Ara’s hands was running up and down her back, fingertips skating on her skin intimately. Her sobbing had slowed, but when he tried to set her on her feet in the guest room that, now smelled so intoxicatingly of her. She grabbed onto his torso with her legs, and her arms tightened. He still stood, rocking her slightly not really sure what to do, but he would have given her the moon and the stars had she asked for them at this moment.

            Her mouth had gone from a gentle sucking to a purposeful pecking. She was slowly kissing her way up his neck. Sometimes her tongue would treat him to a hot lash, sending a rush of adrenaline and craving into the farthest parts of his limbs. She was no longer sobbing, but she had frantic energy about her movements. She had kissed all the way up to the juncture of his neck and jawbone, disconnecting and leveling her head she looked him straight in the eyes. Her grey-blue is shockingly close and vibrant framed by red and swollen lids and veins. Globs of tears clung to her lashes clumping them together in little bushels. The streaks down her flushed cheeks gave her a shiny and dynamic look, not that he had much time to observe her at this close proximity. She bashed her lips into his, turning her head slightly and almost immediately prying his lips open with her hot tongue and staging a mini-invasion of his mouth. At first, he was surprised still, but then as if his body was accepting the challenge and he would not be outdone by this tiny fragile human. Sucking her lips vacuum tight to his, while allowing her tongue to swirl circles around his. His own tongue lazily let her do what she wanted, but gave reminder pushes now and again of how overpowered she actually was. Making it plain that he was letting her win.

            This seemed to turn her on even more because she tightened her legs and began to grind firmly on his lower belly. Her unbroken arm had also stealthily snuck up the opening at the bottom of the back of his shirt. Her soft mischievous fingers explored his skin in an irresistibly erotic way, causing him to groan into her mouth with pleasure. She had been so consumed that she did not realize that he had carried her up the stairs and he stood with her limbs wrapped around him like a suffocating vine in her room. He carefully and slowly rotated and much to her dismay when she realized they had moved. Or rather the room she had slept in once, she had to remind herself. Still thinking they were having an entryway make-out session, only to find this had led her in a different direction. Taking her upstairs was a bold move, she was impressed because thus far he seemed more like a defense kind of guy, but this was an offensive move and that kind of initiative showed intention. A major turn-on.

            She clung, sucked, and moaned with renewed vigor only squealing in displeasure as gravity pulled her away slightly and her weight now was on the mattress against her back. Thunk. He had hit his head against the metal bed frame and now put his forehead into her neck-shoulder juncture groaning with embarrassment more than pain. She could not help herself, she let out a mirthful laughter grinning gleefully her face pinching and forcing her eyes to close slightly. He pulled his head up, face neutral, but thrilled to hear her laughter, it sent gasps of muscle spasms right down to his thighs. He took a mental snapshot of her joy, silently vowing to bring it out more often. His focus moving from one eye to the other, examining her every micro movement, he asked:

            “What do you want?” feeling suddenly apprehensive, had he pushed her too far? Was he taking advantage of her moment of vulnerability? Should he stop? Would she be hurt if he did pull away? Suddenly not knowing what to do he chewed his lips in anxiety. Reaching up and around his head she pulled his face into her chest, aiming her lips at the outer lobe of his ear whispering:

            “I want your skin on my skin. I want you to comfort me in the way that only a man can. I want you inside me, and outside me. Do as you have always, done since we first met. Protect me from the world, and come into mine,” she flushed at her own erotic words. She had not planned to say that, it just fell out of her, just as she had not planned to cling to him like a koala baby. Her body was taking over, giving her overwhelmed mind a break. Now grinding upwards with more pressure, she ran both her hands and arms up his back, roughly tugging his shirt up and off his head and arms. Not even thinking about where she flung his clothes, but she could not stand any break in contact even if it was to become closer. The cruel rush of cold air that snuck between their skin reminded them that they did in fact inhabit separate bodies.

            He had busied his mouth with kissing sucking and nibbling her neck, shoulder, behind her ear, across her collarbone, basically anywhere he could reach with just the range of his neck and tongue. Taking a deep breath in, he pulled his torso up and away from her grasping arms and legs, she tried to cling on but it seemed he had something to say so she let go, flopping back.

            “You are upset, and in shock. Are you sure you want to do this? I don’t want you to think this is because of the fire or pressure. I want you and have wanted you for a heavy minute, I can wait for it doesn't have to be right now,” a slow smile spilled onto her face as she looked up at him. Never before had anyone put her emotional and mental safety before anything else. She knew he wanted her, she could feel it when his looks lingered behind her back. Or in the casual sweeps of his hands, he was always positioning his body to protect her, and he was always looking after her safety first and comfort near after. If she was truly honest, she had wanted him since the moment he showed that he cared for her in the forest. 

            “Ara, please, have sex with me,” she said brutally straightforwardly blinking demurely up at him. He did not need to be told twice. If this is what she wants, he chided himself, who was he to disobey one of her? Standing, he ran faster than she had seen him move yet, back across the hall and into his own room. She took this chance to press her hips up in a mini-bridge and peel off her own pants and panties. Tossing the rough fabric onto the floor keeping her knees up like little mountain peaks.

            He came trotting back with a strip of condoms hanging from the corner of his mouth, and the barbarically ripped-open box in his hands. Tossing the box on the floor, he shucked off his pants ungracefully bouncing on one leg condom strip still in his mouth. For such a nimble man, she felt privileged to be able to see this slightly clumsy rushed version.

            He carefully slid his knees, one on either side of her hips, his penis curved up and out the soft tip tickling her stomach briefly. While he fussed with the condoms, she began unbuttoning her shirt. She should have chosen something else, these buttons were annoying! After her fingers slipped for the second time on the same button making her wince in annoyance, Ara slid one arm up, parallel to her belly button, and between her breasts, tugging up tearing every button off, and sending them clacking onto the wood floor around them.

            “Well, that's one way to do it. I hope you know how to sew buddy,” she laughed joyfully not caring one iota about her shirt. He did the same against her back, lifting her slightly, relishing the skin contact, before catching the fabric and pulling it over her head and off her wrists.

            By now her hips were moving seemingly of their own free will up and down and in gentle circles or tantalizing thrusts up, her labia catching the soft weight of his testicles. Their pubic hair ticking and causing friction, enough to tease but not nearly enough to satisfy. His penis was intimidatingly large, the tip mushrooming out in search of its place, the skin slightly lighter than the tanned olive skin on his arms and legs. The bratwurst's thick shaft is marked with sinuous 3D vein trails and a darker purple color. She reached down her fingers sliding over the slippery latex till her fingers hit his shiny flat pubic hair that drifted sleepily towards his belly button. With her fingertips touching his body, his penis went halfway up her forearm. Gently rubbing it against her open labia like a too-large hotdog for a conservative puckered bun. She rotated her hips up and down, making them both gasp in pleasure at the contact. He pitched forward thrusting up against her labia and belly, his mouth finding its spot on her neck.

            “Have you done this before?” he asked in her ear. She was no chaste woman but she had not slept with a man of his size, well she had never slept with any shifters that she knew of. Plus, she had always found sex to be a strong build-up but ending flat with a meh feeling. Right now, however, she was not thinking about her every move as she had the last 2 men who had come into her body. She smiled into his neck and whispered back:

            “I am not a virgin,” he backed up a bit, brows slightly indented with the annoyance that another man had touched her like this. Whatever, I am here now, he thought to himself.

            “You need to tell me if you feel scared or if anything hurts, even if you feel bored, or tired or you need to stop and have a meal. Anything, stop me for nothing or anything. Pinch me twice and I will stop. Words will work too, but your mouth might be distracted. Nod or something so I know you understand,” he frowned down at her.

            “I promise to communicate my feelings and needs emotional and physical. Thank you. I will. Now hurry uuuhp!” she said with silly emphasis treating him to a cheeky affectionate smile. She meant it, she wanted to share with him and she was grateful that he wanted her to share too. Unlike her suitors in the past, he had proven that his intentions were for her wellbeing, mostly in the form of saving her life, but his careful and thoughtful communication achieved the same goal. Her affection and attraction to him had been overshadowed by the insane circumstances they had met under. This intimacy felt like a deliberate choice, not a spur-of-the-moment high chemistry wants to jump your-bones kind of way. But in a ‘you have seen me ugly cry’ or a ‘let me pick up your dirty laundry from the grass’ kind of way. The slow, safe, decisive kind of way. More than butterflies, he had placed a molten stone that burned in her belly constantly.

            He chuckled into her neck, returning his mouth to his favorite spot. He started rubbing his penis up and down against the outside of her body. Teasing her labia and clit. Mouth fixed to her neck he snuck a hand down under her back and up between her butt cheeks and with three fingers played her anus and vagina like a harp. He tickled the skin and hair on the outside, drawing figure eights and lightly clawing between the folds of her labia. She groaned and pressed up at him in craving. He slowly pushed his middle finger into her vagina. Doing everything he possibly could to stay in control and stay slow enough to feel and see her reactions. His terror at hurting her tenfold, worse than pain would be boredom or dissatisfaction in this space so he concentrated and recorded each twitch and groan. He kept fussing with her vagina, teasing it by dragging his finger unpredictably in and out up and down. His pointer fingers all the while making slow circles atop her clit. Almost frustratingly slow and consistent, she could feel her hot wet slime running down her cheeks. Now moving two fingers into her vagina, pressing against the curved internal walls, exploring and rubbing. Once both fingers were inside her and up to the second knuckle, he began to open his fingers pushing them in opposite directions, turning his knuckles downward and wiggling in different ways, stretching her.

            Her pelvis fit neatly inside the wide frame of his own pelvis, meaning that his body between her legs was going to be a tight fit for her. He started to stretch her legs open too, by pressing his weight on them one at a time and gently pressing his torso at different angles to lure her legs wider inch by inch. He had never had sex with a human before and their body sizes as well as his burgeoning fear of how fragile she was made him a cautious partner. She did not seem to notice and took his preparatory efforts as foreplay. After a few minutes of stretching open her thighs and pelvis, he tested and approved of the space he had made for himself, confident it would not hurt when things got a bit rougher.

            He had now shifted his weight into his thighs, and his free hand slid up her bumpy ribs, easily sliding her bra up and over her now puckered nipples and neatly over her head and. Jane’s thoughts were briefly interrupted by how impressive it was that he got her bra off with just one hand and minimal pain. Human men were always so clumsy with the clips and the timing and it was always part of foreplay they needed help with, a solid 2 points for Ara she thought. His large callused thumb pulled her focus back to the circles he was drawing around her nipple, and his hands took a gentle pulsing grip on the rest of her breast. Every time he slid his thumb up and across the tip of her nipple it sent shivers down her body, he made a mental note.

            Next, he moved his head down to her other nipple, biting, sucking, chewing, swirling, and pressing with his tongue roughly on her puckered areola and erect nipple. The man was playing her entire body like an instrument and all she could do was scratch at his back lightly trying to pull him closer, squeezing her thighs together with the hopes that it would push his penis any bit closer to her hungry labia. His pinky finger also circled her anus randomly tickling and tracing, these movements caused her vagina to throb and clenched down on his fingers like she was trying to swallow, but this was a bite that refused to go down till they were perfectly ready.

            Once her gasps had turned desperate and his fingers slid in and out easily and scissors opened and shut easily, he released his hands and mouth. He hovered above her, pressing his pelvis down so they were perfectly aligned, her fitting between his thighs, and him between hers. He held most of his weight off her in his stiff arms braced against the bed, he did not much like the distance, but he could not squash her either.   

            “Ready?” he asked smirking proudly and making intense gleeful eye contact. She could see more complexity than she had before like the dark room made them glow. Lighter flecks of brown and large black rays ran from his pupils across the creamy multidimensional space in his eyes, it was as if an entire universe existed just in the dark of his eyes and she was watching a busy spaceport with many regimented moving parts.

            “You had better hurry before I dry up” she joked. She did not have much time to enjoy her own joke however because he slid down dragging his excited penis down her belly and pressing roughly on her clit and labia as he dragged himself across her swollen and craving body parts. With a precise pivot, he stopped changed angles, and surged forward. There was a slight pause while the both of them held their breath waiting to see if his tip would slide in or bounce back atop her skin. No, his aim was true and the head of his penis slipped tightly into the prepared space.

            “Just go in real fast, I will adjust,” she said throatily trying to get him to push all the way in and quench her thirst, above the pain. He looked from one eye to the other carefully before leaning in his penis sliding further and coming to a halt one centimeter from his hilt. Pulling his upper body back to help the tip of his penis rub up her cervix and towards her belly button from the inside. She squealed in both pleasure and pain, writing and gripping at him with her thighs and her hands on his statuesque. Wincing with her every wiggle and twitch working hard to stay still, he bent his elbows and kissed her deeply on the mouth, sucking her in like two attracting magnets. Sucking and massaging her tongue like it was the only source of oxygen left on the planet.

            Ah, what a perfect distraction she thought trying to fight his tongue for dominance all the while squirming to elevate her body closer to his, craving skin-to-skin touch. She latched on to his head and neck with her small sharp fingers pulling herself up, but with each millimeter she would go up so would he, maintaining the exact distance, much to her chagrin. She squealed angrily into his open mouth and gave his lip a gentle nip. He smiled while still dominating the movements of their tongues, but he responded by lifting one hand and running it up her back to grip her neck and opposite shoulder from behind and lowering himself flush to her. She was totally sandwiched between his arm and his body. While she thought she had been ready for his bucking, she was wrong.

            The first few thrusts wracked her body with controlled slaps, the head of his penis hitting her cervix distinctly and causing burning pain. But with each calculated slap her body opened further and further to him until he was smothering her labia with rough scooping rubs. Teasing her clit with the juncture of his penis and belly each time he drew back for another push.

            As his mouth found the crook of her neck he groaned deeply with unguarded pleasure as if all the tension he had held his whole life could be let go of in one guttural sigh. He could feel the texture of the inside of her vagina soft and lumpy like bubble wrap, bracing for each impact and clinging when he pulled back. The tip of his mushroomed penis would make gentle meaty contact with her hot wall of a cervix. The very tip would roll tight shut on the withdraw, and it would roll open on thrust like the rhythm of the ocean. The hidden skin just inside the hole on the tip was gently pulled open with each thrust placing a tender and juicy kiss with his most protected skin against the doors to her womb. As if performing a fealty ritual before her gates. Each powerful thrust peeled open his tip igniting his biological urges to surpass the gate and knot her properly. His body had never been so close to his knot making an appearance, not being prepared for that step he reigned in his instincts. They would have to do some research before his body was allowed the final entry into her womb. He settled for boxing at her gate for now.

            Her slick was now puddling on the sheet under his knees, the fantastic yuzu citrus smell seeping into his skin and intoxicating his senses. He gripped her shoulder from behind more tightly and leeched onto the other side of her neck and having her within his grasp completely he used the anchor of his hand to pound his pelvis into hers. Taking smaller gasps back and faster shorter pushes in until he was just rubbing back and forth manically. He tried to thrust in and up to make sure that she felt everything, but despite the mental note his animal instincts had taken the wheel and his movements became more consumptive rather than calculated.

            She let out patterned groans marred by his movements, speeding up to match his pace. Ah, ah, oh! She flushed at her own noises, more embarrassed by how she was not in control of her body at all. Her nipples jiggled wildly and lightly scraped against his firm slightly hairy chest sending goosebumps over her body in great waves. His own nipples were activated and the occasional time their nipples would touch they both would squeeze one another more tightly hoping for it to happen again. The sounds of his hilt slapping her soaked bottom became wild and frantic until with a great clench he pushed forward and forward again not daring to pull out and miss any of the ecstasies of their climax.

          Her feet clenched and pointing with the first wave, the grasping traveling up her body one muscle at a time. Her stiffening and squeezing attempt to force him deeper, or else prevent him from a premature separation. She tensed shoving her pelvis as close to him as it was possible to do as he drilled in and in and in. He had lost all sense continuing to micro-thrust forward clinging onto her as her vagina convulsed taking in great swallows of him. Each pull harder and longer than the previous until her body was totally clenched and exhausted with the exertion of using every muscle. He came inside her with large hot ribbons of semen coating the tip of his penis inside the condom. His ecstasy had subsided but he was able to ride the thrill of watching her experience each squeeze and wave as her body was still cumming, sucking at the juice that would never come. He watched her face tighten with embracing joy her eyes rolling up into closed lids, then collapsing like a burst water balloon oozing all of the energy and stupor out of her muscles at once.

            Despite the fact that they had both gone over the edge, he continued to feel the twitching and grasping of his penis from deep within her shocked vagina. Continuing even after climax to try and drink in the semen that was safely trapped against his skin. Perhaps it was this confusion and teasing of her reproductive parts that led to such a prolonged release. Whatever the reason he felt lucky to have been along for the ride. He stayed inside her even after she, totally spent, fell asleep with her fluttering and tired eyes on his trying to fight off the exhaustion until she fell into unconsciousness, the satisfied smile still lingering on her face. 

            Once he was sure she was happily unconscious, he scooped up her dewy body off the cooling and now wet bed, holding her close to his chest lovingly he walked across the hall, still attached. Only pulling out with a painfully sad breath when he put her in his dry bed, immediately covering her up with his sparse covers. Going into the bathroom, he disposed of the condom, and got in the hot shower, not really wanting to wash her off but knowing he should.

            He tiptoed quietly back into his room, with a hot soaked hand towel at hand. He carefully wiped the juices from between her legs. He gave all of her skin a once over with the steaming towel. She only moaned and rolled onto her side once, giving him the perfect opening to clean her other side. Her jasmine smell was now taking over once again, but the undertone of citrus was still there. Now however he had left his own distinct sap and smoke smell on her. Their mixing scents alone was erotic enough to excite his body into readiness, but he pushed those urges aside, climbing in next to her and wrapping his body around her.

             He knew right then, she was the one he wanted. He was going to do anything and everything to stay near her for as long as he possibly could. He had always scoffed at mates who had described the moment they had decided to bond, and the hokey decisiveness that perfectly rational wolves recounted always seemed like a false premise to him. Flagrant stories are told to one another to excuse the energy they were willing to put into the attachment. He felt the shame of his own ignorance wash over him, he had seen that knowing look on their faces and wrote them off as looking down on him. He had been partially right, they did know something he did not and he would not until this moment, and the shame for his flippant attitude came washing over him now.

            He knew if he had to exchange years of torture, isolation, or pain, he would gladly accept it for one more night like this. That thought scared him deeply. Despite the quiet calm night, Toll watching and listening for threats downstairs, and his own heightened senses telling him everything was fine, all the same, he nuzzled closer to her. Almost wishing that he could absorb her into his own body, only then would he feel that no true harm could come to her. Well, that was a fantasy, because from this moment forward he had something to lose greater than himself, and he would give all of himself for her without a thought.