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  “She teases me a moment, but not for long. Before I need to guide her with my hand, she lowers her head and takes the whole head of my cock into her mouth. She’s warm, wet. I imagine it’s her pussy she’s taking me into.

  “Without real thought, I tilt my hips and try to get more of myself inside her. I can’t help it. The soft inner walls of her mouth are so wet and sucking on me. Her tongue flicks out and creates an electric reaction through me. I feel it arc from my toes all the way up through my cock. The tight contractions of her mouth as she sucks me harder drive me wild. I can feel the heat and urgency mount inside me, filling my whole body with the need to draw her closer and ram deep inside her.

  “It starts in my balls. I can feel them tighten and rise up in a salute to the woman. But soon the heat and energy course through my iron-hard shaft. Next thing the heat and urgency are in my belly, twisting and causing me to moan, to thrust myself harder and deeper into her. I can’t get enough of her wet heat, I feel the urgency grow and grow.

  “Thankfully, she relaxes her throat and accepts me, accepts my desires and needs, and embraces me. The strange thing is, the more she accepts and embraces me, the more I want and need her. The more urgently the demands of my body rage.

  “I can feel myself climbing up the peak with startling haste. The fire in my balls and stomach rages hotter. I start to pump faster and deeper. I start to cry out, any release to keep the pleasant pressure in my balls intact.

  “When my cries hit a certain note, my fantasy woman knows I’m about to explode. She pulls her mouth away from me, and the cold, the loss, the emptiness is like a bucket of ice water. This time I cry out in loss and devastation.

  “Before I can do anything, she has straddled me and is plunging her cunt deep, deep down onto me. My back arches with the fiery pleasure. I can barely believe the change from pain and loneliness to warmth and the close embrace in such a blink of an eye.

  “I crack my eyes open, to stare at the beautiful creature riding me, taking her own pleasure and giving me so much. She rides me, hard and fast. It’s exactly what I need right now. No gentle caresses, no teasing bites. Just hard, raw, deep fucking. Within seconds all the heat and fire is back inside me. My balls are so tight I think they’re going to explode. The fiery pain is in my stomach and my cock is as hard as iron. I can feel the beginning trembles, the shakes that indicate I’m about to explode.

  “I warn the fantasy woman, I tell her something to indicate I’m about to explode. Just like with her mouth and her body, she embraces my passions, my wild side. She simply keeps on thrusting down on me, over and over, pushing me beyond control and over the edge.

  “I come inside her like a geyser. Pumping load after load of my seed inside her, I bathe her insides with my essence. Shouting my joy and grasping her hips to get even deeper inside her, I hold her tightly so she can’t move, can’t escape me or my passion.

  “Coming for a man is intense. It’s this huge release of pressure, both in the body and mind. For a moment, after you’ve shot your seed deep inside your chosen woman, you feel lightheaded and like the king of the world. And then you feel deflated and empty. That’s why many men don’t mind a bit of cuddling after exploding inside a woman. It lets us regroup. I pull my fantasy woman close to me. Hug her close for the warmth of her skin, massaging her back, smelling the sweet scent of her hair.

  “It’s only then that I realize my woman didn’t come. As I stroke her back and nuzzle her curls, I feel a much more lethargic sort of passion fill me. It’s that satisfied sort of passion. Not as urgent, not as primal. Now the most urgent part of my own lust has so kindly been taken care of, it’s only fair I return the favor to my magnificent fantasy woman.

  “I flip her onto her back and spread her lusciously long legs wide, wide apart. I see that her light brown fur down there is trimmed, but not fully shaven. I love a woman who is trimmed. The delicate pink of her clit draws me to her. I bend down and start to lave and suck at her erect clit.”

  Samuel, now onto the second part of his fantasy, wanted to see Chloe’s reaction. He had deliberately described himself coming first, even though he rarely let it happen in reality. He knew when it came to Chloe, she would hold out on the sexual side of their relationship as long as possible. So by the time they finally came around to fucking, more than likely he would be so desperate to come inside her, he wouldn’t be able to control himself.

  He was not a selfish man, almost always he was more concerned his partner find sexual satisfaction over his own. Yet with Chloe, he knew he would need to get some of his own pent-up lust sated, even in a fantasy, before he could try to seduce Chloe with a clear mind and willing body.

  Looking over at the object of his fantasy, he smiled in masculine satisfaction to see her eyes were dilated and a delicate flush had crept up her face as she became more and more involved in his fantasy.

  “I lick and suck her to my heart’s content, thrusting my fingers inside her. I have three, or maybe even four fingers curved and fluted inside her so they stretch her to capacity. I continue to tease her and pump her until she screams and begs and drags me so close to her core we smash together in that wet, sucking way only oral sex produces. With my face pressed against her clit and my fingers soaked, covered in her juices and the remnants of my own seed, I finally so-gently bite down on her clit. The pain mixed with the pleasure forces her over the brink of climax, and I return my thanks to her for the incredible joy she has given me.”

  Samuel ran his eyes heatedly over her lithe figure. How he wished he could get up, pull her out of the chair and down onto the floor and plunge his aching self into her over and over until they both screamed with the satisfaction.

  “With the Goddess’ help, my cock is again at full attention by now, and on the tide of her orgasm I can thrust myself so deeply inside her we both ache with the power. I would ride her hard and quickly, so she would have yet another climax directly on top of her oral one, and her sweet body contracting around my hard meat would send me over the edge as well.”

  Trying to ignore the sweat trickling down the side of his face, and also ignore the fire in his groin, desperate to be put out with this sweet woman, Samuel grinned a large, hungry, purely wolfish grin.

  “Then, Goddess willing, we would be able to catch our breaths and start all over again.”

  Samuel laughed as Chloe’s eyes widened, either in disbelief or jealous lust. Or maybe both. Taking a deep breath to calm his racing heart, he placed his leg back onto the floor and bent forward resting his arms on his legs in what he hoped was a casual stance.

  “So, darling,” he purred, “do share. I’ve done my part. Describe to me one of your favorite fantasies.”

  Chapter Eight

  Chloe tried to calm her hammering heart. Ignoring the sweat trickling down her back, she swallowed.

  If exercise could be defined as one’s heart rate accelerating, then she had probably had her week’s worth right then. Either Samuel was the best spinner of tales, or he had purposefully done a magnificent job turning her on, simply by describing the hottest, most erotic fantasy she had ever heard.

  And now he sat there, appearing totally calm, waiting for her to return the favor. The man obviously had no idea of how hot he made her. The thought rankled, yet conversely made her feel safe at the same time. Besides, she wasn’t perfectly sure she could return the favor of a similarly hot, sexy fantasy, surely not as well as he had just done for her.

  She glanced at the clock, hoping she could put him off while she desperately sought to think of something even half as erotic as his little tale.

  She heard him tut at her.

  “Now, now. No escape for you, little girl. I upheld my end of the deal. I’m breathless with anticipation to hear one of your fantasies. Just sit back, relax, and tell it to me.”

  Determined not to wimp out, Chloe moved her feet into a more comfortable position underneath her. She leaned back in the overstuffed chair, closed her eyes and let her mind wan
der at will.

  A picture began to form in her head.

  She seemed to be in the woods at night—just like the original night she had arrived here. The rich brown of the soil beneath her feet was soft and moist. The grass was a dark, beautifully rich green color. Large, towering trees rose up all around her. The night sky formed a midnight blue blanket around her. Chloe looked around her small fantasy world and realized a huge wolf was padding out of the trees, heading towards her. She recognized him as Samuel.

  He halted a few feet from her, and began to shimmer, much as he had that first night. Between one blink and the next, he stands before her, gloriously naked, with the moon shining on his lightly tanned skin. Lean muscles gleaming, huge cock fully erect and drawing her closer to where he stands.

  She takes a step closer to him, seemingly drawn by his handsomeness, the electric connection they seemed to share. He also takes a step towards her, bringing them so close together she could lean forward just an inch to rest her head against his strong chest.

  Just as her imaginary Samuel reaches an arm out to touch her, caress her, she pulled her mind away from the potent fantasy. Part of her desperately craved to indulge in the fantasy, to let him draw her up into him and kiss her senseless, yet she couldn’t indulge herself right now.

  Reality was Samuel sitting opposite her in her cousin’s cabin, waiting for her to share a fantasy. This particular fantasy, she knew, was one to re-create and wallow in alone with her vibrator long after he had left, not to be spoken aloud and held answerable for.

  Pulling her mind up and away from the drugging intensity of that particular fantasy, she opened her eyes, grateful she hadn’t become so ensnared in her own fantasy to have spoken it aloud to Samuel.

  “You going to tell me that one?” he queried, staring intently at her with a familiar flame burning deeply in his deep blue eyes.

  “Uh, no. I think I’ll keep that one to myself.”

  Samuel seemed to think of that for a moment, then nod. “Fair enough. But you better have something good to replace it with. From over here that looked like a mighty fine fantasy.”

  Chloe smiled, relieved to be let off the hook.

  “Well, one of my long-standing fantasies is to do it in the ocean at nighttime. A pool would suffice in a pinch, but the real fantasy is the ocean. I love the wildness one can find in the ocean, and I specified nighttime because something about the night lets me relax and break free for a bit.”

  Samuel smiled lazily. “Do tell.”

  Closing her eyes, she thought of the rolling dark ocean on a lovely hot summer’s night.

  “Imagine being in the ocean on one of those lovely hot, balmy summer evenings. The air is hot, the sun’s just set, so the sky still has traces of light, but is that lovely twilight, dark blue color. A few scattered stars are out, only the largest and brightest. I love the ebb and pull of the ocean. I could stand in the waves, the water up to my neck, for hours and just let the ocean push and pull me around. I love the sound of the waves crashing on the sand, loud, but so sweet to one’s ears, don’t you think?”

  Silently, Chloe built the image in her mind. Remembered every beloved vacation as a child, every escape she had made down to the coast. She imagined herself standing in the ocean, warm, but cool at the same time, surrounded by such a mass of water. She could hear the crash of the waves, smell the tangy salt in the air.

  “Mmm,” Samuel murmured, “I agree there are few things more seductive than standing in the ocean at dusk on a hot summer night. However, I must admit to being more interested in what your fantasy man does to you in the ocean.”

  Chloe smiled and opened her eyes, looking over at the hunk sitting opposite her.

  “Why Samuel, what a one-track mind you have. Couldn’t my fantasy man and I simply stand next to each other in the ocean, enjoying the ebb and pull of nature’s waves? Enjoy the beauty of the night?”

  Samuel grinned. The toothy grin reminded her of how he might smile in his wolf form. “I might be able to stand there platonically,” he raised an eyebrow at her muffled laugh, “but you on the other hand would likely do something to distract me and ruin my good intentions.”

  Chloe grinned, totally missing the reference to them being together in her fantasy.

  “Maybe. Maybe not. Depends on how easy it is to distract you.” Sitting back, she smiled at him.

  “I suppose I have the same sort of fantasy every women does. I would love to have total, unrestricted access to my man. I wouldn’t want to have my hands pushed away with a fierce ‘Not here!’ or ‘Not now!’ hissed at me. Or worse, to be grudgingly allowed to tease and feel my way around and be stoically put up with. Just like men want women who are open and honest with their feelings, so do women want to be embraced and allowed to explore their own desires. I think one of the biggest factors turning women off exploring their men is the fear they’ll be turned away or told they’re doing it wrong.”

  Samuel raised an eyebrow in total disbelief. Chloe frowned.

  “Don’t look like that. I’m serious. I’ve dated a couple of guys who were far more interested in their image than in exploring the more sexual side to a relationship. Guys like that really are out there. Believe it or not, just like there are women with high and low sex drives—so too are there men around who simply have more important things on their minds than sex.”

  Samuel thought about her words, and then grudgingly nodded. “Now that I think about it, I agree with you. It’s just not something one comes across regularly in a man.”

  Chloe nodded. “True. But having been with a few men who had a different sex drive to mine, that sort of compatibility isn’t something I take for granted anymore.”

  Samuel grinned. “With the right man, sexual compatibility won’t be an issue, I can guarantee it.”

  Chloe smiled, more than certain Samuel’s sexual drive was a match for her own. “I believe you.”

  “Do go on, little girl. You hold me breathless with anticipation.”

  Chloe raised an eyebrow.

  “After all the luscious details I gave you about myself and my fantasy woman, I would dare to say you owe me a deeper description of this fantasy man you explore in the ocean.”

  Chloe smiled and went back to her fantasy.

  “When my fantasy man and I are in the ocean, I’d love to softly feel the muscles in his legs, work my way up massaging his calves and thighs. I’d love to fondle his cock, feel him grow iron-hard in my hand despite the chill in the ocean. I’d enjoy staring up at the sky as it grew darker, watch the stars begin to shine, and then look back in his face and see his passion and impatience grow.

  “I’d love to bring him along, step-by-step, and maybe even make him come without laying my lips on him to begin with. The power of knowing I could bring him to climax by neither kissing him nor sucking on him, but just with my hand. Oh, I’d love to do all that later, spread out on a large towel with no one around. But part of the fantasy is to feel that momentary power, knowing I could bring my man to climax with just my hands. I would wallow in the knowledge that he wanted me and lusted after me that much, it would give me the confidence in return to follow and fulfill all his own fantasies.”

  Chloe let her mind wander over how lovely the fantasy would be, let it play out in her mind, keeping silent, assuming the visuals she had built would be enough for Samuel to use his own imagination.

  Samuel looked slightly crestfallen. “That’s it? You’re leaving me hanging here?”

  Chloe smiled and shook her head. “Obviously I’m going to have to spell it out. I forgot men have less imagination than women.”

  Samuel looked a bit put out. He pouted, but ruined it by the grin that shone through.

  Chloe shook her head. “You big baby. Okay, let me spell it out for you in minute detail.”

  He shone a happy grin over her, settled himself in his chair and closed his eyes, obviously looking forward to her words.

  “Imagine you’re standing in the ocean. Y
our feet are braced apart, to keep you upright as the waves gently pull you back and forth. The ebb and flow of the water is so subtle, you don’t really notice it or think of it. Yet at the same time, it is powerful enough that you must dig your feet into the sand and use a lot of your strength to keep from being knocked over.

  “That subtlety, that powerful, strong-yet-still-subtle movement is more of what I’m talking about. Imagine having the hot night air around you, and the cool but still warm water surrounding your body, and having female flesh pressed up against you. Say you’re holding her, arms wrapped around her waist. She slowly starts caressing your thigh. Such a small, light caress you barely even notice it. Just like the pull in the water, it is gentle, soft, barely noticeable. Until you suddenly realize your cock is half-hard.”

  Chloe looked at Samuel and realized he had opened his eyes to watch her as she described her fantasy. His gaze was hot as he became more ensnared in her descriptions, as they lost themselves in her fantasy. Men, she knew, were more visual creatures. So while she could use her own imagination to fill in the blanks of her own fantasy, she realized she needed to describe her thoughts into words to let him get the full impact of what she was trying to convey.

  “Her light, gentle massaging is merely building the fire inside your groin, not putting it out. After a few minutes, not even the cool chill in the water can dampen the sexual arousal. Yet you can’t make her work faster, or stroke harder. She is gently caressing your thighs, working her way up. Soon she will reach your cock. Yet she won’t dip her hand into your trunks, she will simply massage you through the Lycra.

  “You’re starting to breathe harder, the fire in your cock is getting hotter. Your lover is still massaging you, gently caressing you, but the hunger, the arousal and ache inside you is growing stronger. Her caresses aren’t relieving the stress. You’re in the ocean, maybe the odd person now and then walks by you on the beach, calling out ‘Good evening’ so you can’t pick her up and fuck her wildly on the beach. You have to stand and take her explorations.”