Page 16 of Midlife Animal Rescuer Wolf

“God,” she breathed. “I’ve never felt this way before.”

Her words almost sent his heart into overdrive. Bryon kissed her throat once again, loving the feel of her skin. She was wonderfully soft against him, her body responding to his every touch. She ground against him some more, and it immediately dawned on him that his bathrobe had fallen completely open. Right now, the only thing between his aching cock and her core were the pajama bottoms she had on. Surely, she wasn’t wearing any underwear. The mere thought of that sent a tingle racing up his cock.

“Fuck,” he muttered against her skin. “You feel so...”

He gave her breasts another squeeze, loving the way her grip tightened. Between her moans and the way she ground her butt against him, he was damn near on the verge of exploding with need, but he managed to hold himself together, instead letting his hand travel slowly down her torso until he reached the waistband of her pajama bottoms.

Miranda made no move to stop him. Good.

A tremble of anticipation filled his fingers as he slipped them past the waistband. Sure enough, she had no panties on. Christ. She was soaking wet, and as he encountered her clit, stroking her with his fingers, she rocked against his hand.

“Oh, yes,” she panted. “That feels so good, Bryon.”

He maintained his pace, loving the way she responded to his touch. The thought of divesting her of all of her clothing slithered into his mind more than once, but he held himself back, focusing on the pleasure he gave her. Her soft moans carried into his ears, sending throb after throb into his groin.

She went wilder against him, rocking her hips in time with his thrusts, and the image of her nude and riding him came to the forefront of his mind. Before he knew it, he’d slid his fingers into her, one after the other, filling her in mere seconds.

Her eyes widened, and she let out a gasp. “Oh!”

Bryon blinked at her in concern. “Am I hurting you?”

She shook her head so vigorously it was a miracle it didn’t roll off her shoulders. Grinning to himself, Bryon began pumping his fingers into her, reveling in her gasps and moans. She continued to rock against him, her inner walls contracting around his fingers. Her thighs trembled, and he knew her orgasm was near.

When it came, she clamped a hand over her mouth to keep from crying out, her entire body shuddering with the force of her release. Bryon continued to pump into her, loving the way her eyes widened with ecstasy.

By the time her tremors ceased, she was panting hard, looking as though she’d just been clubbed over the head. Then, suddenly, a dangerous glint filled her eyes. She ground against Bryon’s erection, forcing him to withdraw his fingers. Before Bryon knew what was happening, she’d reached between them, curling her fingers around him.

It was his turn to gasp. Damn.

Her eyes shone even brighter. Without more than a second’s hesitation, she began stroking his cock, running her fingers gently up and down his shaft. Bryon almost closed his eyes as the sensations swept through him. Miranda kept her gaze on him, her eyes hazy with desire. Bryon felt himself grow even harder, aching in her hand.

If she kept that up, he was going to explode. Which wouldn’t be so terrible, except...

Stifling a moan of pleasure, he reached out and began undoing the buttons of her pajama top, breaking her hold on him in the process. Miranda seemed to catch on, and assisted him, and Bryon felt his pulse race with anticipation.

He’d just bared her breasts and was reaching to fondle them when a searing pain filled his foot.

***

Up until Bryon cried out, Miranda had been lost in another world, reveling in the pleasures of his soft kisses and warm touch. Then, quicker than it had begun, it ended, snapping her back to reality with a jolt. She rose to her feet, her eyes widening in alarm.

“What’s going on?” she wanted to know.

Bryon’s face was tight with pain. It took Miranda all of two seconds to realize it must have come from his injured foot. Had it gotten worse already? Her heart pounding in her ribcage, she dropped to her knees to examine it. The sash she’d used as a bandage was dirty from all the walking Bryon had done, but there didn’t seem to be anything different. Miranda wondered if she should uncover the wound.

Probably a bad idea, said a voice in her mind.

“I’m fine.” Bryon’s voice forced her to look up at him. He shook his head. “Don’t worry about me. We should probably just keep moving.”

That, he was correct about. Right now, they should be on the move, trying to find a way out of these woods. Definitely not what they’d been doing a minute ago. Miranda resisted the urge to kick herself. What the hell had gotten into her?

She lowered her gaze from his face and found her answer. Bryon was still very much aroused; his erection pointed right at her, throbbing by the second. She gulped. He was what had gotten into her. He’d kissed her, and she’d momentarily lost all sense of self-preservation.

She bit her lip as she stared at his cock, feeling a twinge of disappointment. If he hadn’t cried out, she would be riding him for all she was worth. Miranda quickly brushed the thought aside. No, it was definitely a good thing they’d pulled apart when they had and she’d come to her senses. Sure, making out with him had felt amazing, but what if they’d gotten attacked? She shuddered at the thought of some other wild animal creeping up behind them.

Or worse, Jerry.

“Okay.” She cleared her throat, looking away. “I think I’ve gotten all the rest I need. I want to get out of here before things get any worse.” Or she ended up doing something she might regret.