Katya slid across the mattress, turning as she met his side. He mumbled in his sleep, twitched once, but didn't wake up. She smiled and smoothed her hand across his chest. Paused over his heart for a moment. Then worked her way south, wrapping her fingers around the base of his cock.
He let out a deep sigh as she began pumping her hand up and down, oh so slowly. She smiled to herself and moved lower down on the bed, kissing along the side of his abs as she went. As she was trailing her tongue over the side of his hip bone, he finally moaned. Then she felt him, his hand was on the back of her head. Combing through her ratty hair.
“Wow, Tocci, if I'd known you liked to wake up guests this way, I would've spent the night a lot sooner.”
“Just being a good hostess.”
She didn't give him time to make another smart ass comment – she wrapped her lips around his head and sucked hard, all while sweeping her tongue in a circle. He hissed and his fingers clenched tight for a second, then let go.
“Goddamn. You've been holding out on me,” he panted. She let him go and chuckled, smoothing her hand over the sensitive head.
“Don't get your hopes up, I'm not very good at this. I was hoping you'd sleep through most of it.”
He laughed, then groaned again when she lowered her mouth back to his dick.
She hadn't been lying – Katya had only given blow jobs a handful of times. As little as possible with her previous boyfriends. Hazy memories of her first night with Liam had come back to her over the last couple weeks, and she could remember him helping her go down on him; holding her head at the right angle, telling her what he liked, what he wanted. It wasn't much, but she was glad to try out her new techniques on Wulf.
“Not great,” he grumbled through clenched teeth. “But pretty damn good, Tocci. Definitely something we can work with.”
He let out a shout when she unsheathed her teeth, and he pulled at her hair again. But then they both moaned when she deep throated him. A talent she'd never known she'd possessed until recently, she was more than happy to share it with him – turned out Katya had a practically non-existent gag reflex. Lucky for Wulf.
It wasn't long before her jaw was aching and her arms were tired. When his hand clenched in her hair once more, she moaned, encouraging him. That was all he needed – he took over after that, showing her the quickest way to make him come. He set the rhythm and the pace, forcing her down as low as she was able to go. Eventually, both his hands were in her hair and he was cursing her name, his hips pumping up to meet her mouth.
“Fuck, Katya, you're gonna make me come.”
Thank god. Sure, it made her feel all womanly and powerful, bringing him to his knees, reducing him to a puddle of orgasmic goo, all that good stuff. But she was also ready to take a break, and maybe a few full sized breaths. She purred around his dick, causing it to jump and twitch in her mouth. One hand was against his thigh, helping to keep her upright, and her other hand was wrapped around his length, moving in sync with her mouth, moving to play with his sac. She was prepared to swallow – it wasn't as awesome as porn stars made it out to be, but she would finish him like a champ.
Turned out, though, Wulf had other plans.
Just as she hollowed her cheeks, ready to push him over the edge, he suddenly yanked painfully on her hair. She let out a cry, which was thankfully muffled, but had to move with his grip. He pulled her up his length and while she was still gasping for air, he kissed her hard, filling the void with his tongue.
Her hand was still on his dick, and his fingers wrapped around hers, both of them stroking him. He forced her to squeeze hard and when he bit down on her bottom lip, he finally came. She jumped a little as she was hit in the chest, but then his tongue was back in her mouth, his hand pumping up and down again, milking himself to the very last drop.
“So much ...” he was panting. “So much for keeping things strictly PG in your parents' house.”
Katya laughed, panting as well. His hand was still in her hair, keeping her forehead pressed to his own. She was kneeling between his legs, her hands on his thighs, and she let her eyes fall shut.
“So, still think spending the night with a woman is such a bad thing?”
“I never said it was.”
“Do you ever admit when you're wrong?”
“Has yet to happen. But I promise, I would if I ever was.”
“Smart ass.”
She wanted to kiss him again, but when she leaned forward, she went to brace her hand against his chest. Her palm landed in something sticky and she opened her eyes, looking down between them.
“Messy, Wulf. I'm surprised,” she laughed at him. He chuckled and pulled her closer, kissing along the side of her neck.
“I like seeing you covered in me,” he whispered in her ear. “Like a brand. Showing who you belong to.”
Her body lit on fire at his words and she instantly regretted the blow job, wanting to fuck him right then and there.
Luckily, Wulf was very good at knowing her wants and needs. Before she could even beg for it, he had her flat on her back, his tongue making her even wetter than she already was.
A very impressive feat.
*
She woke up again later in the day, but that time, Katya didn't care what time it was. Every muscle in her body was completely relaxed, something she hadn't felt in … ever. She knew it was a lot later in the day, because the light streaming through her windows was distinctly more gold and the room was already heating up again. She really had to talk to her mom about fixing the air conditioning.
She stretched her arms out to her sides and when she didn't encounter anything, she glanced to her left. Wulf wasn't there. She sighed and closed her eyes, raising her arms above her head. He'd stayed the night. They'd fallen asleep once wrapped around each other, and a second time with sheets clinging to sticky skin. She really could not have asked for a better night with him. She wondered if he'd gone back out the window, or if he'd braved going down the stairs. Wondered if she should call him, or wait for him to call her.
She finally retrieved her phone from off the floor and scrolled through her messages. A couple were from her boss, with some questions from clients. Despite having a no-changing-your-mind-after-a-certain-point policy, people always wanted to push it. She sent the best answers she could give, and was on the verge of calling, but then remembered – she was on vacation. She'd scheduled this time for herself months in advance; she deserved it, and she'd earned it. She finally texted that she was busy, then moved onto her other messages.