
Easy--you have lots of sex with the man, to cement your relationship. Only then do you learn what werewolf politics can be like. Even worse than politics for humans! At least humans don't fight to the death for leadership--usually.
Set up for excerpt: Diego is recovering from the fight when a challenger objected to his being named the new pack leader, by their previous pack leader, while on his deathbed. He's chafing at not being able to do everything he wants to do.
Diego got under the steamy water first, moaning as the hot water soothed his aching muscles and broken patches of skin. He'd left the door open, so he could watch Saoirse remove her clothing. She noticed him watching, and prolonged his agony and enjoyment, by bending over to remove each shoe, one at a time, and making sure to face away from him, so he got an eyeful.
She made a big deal out of arching her back as she removed her t-shirt, and stretching, before she reached around her back to unhook her bra. She teased him by holding it on her chest, once she'd slipped her arms through the straps.
Then she approached the shower with a smile.
"Enjoy the show?"
He nodded, mutely, beckoning her to get closer to him.
The shower was built for double occupancy, and had two shower heads above them, and one coming out from each side of the roomy stall. There was a bench along one side, and Diego now backed over to it to sit. He crooked his finger again, inviting her to come nearer.
Once she was right in front of him, Saoirse dropped to her knees.
"Is there something I can do for my pack leader, to take his mind off his pain while he recovers?" she asked, a small smile curving her lips.
"What did you have in mind, querida?"
She used her hands to spread his legs wide enough for her to fit in-between them. She kissed one upper thigh, then licked up to his belly button and down the other side to kiss the other thigh. Then she licked up that leg, to lap gently at the head of his cock, which was bobbing to get her attention.
"Is this what you want, señor?"
She relaxed the back of her throat and swallowed him whole, managing to get her face buried in the aromatic nest of hair on his body. She inhaled deeply, and swallowed forcibly. He groaned, as her throat massaged him. She began to pull back, then lowered her face to swallow him again...over and over again.
"¡Mi amante!" he whispered, "No other woman can do what you do to me. I am a slave to your love..."
She looked up when he wrapped his hands in her hair and pulled her head up, so he could see her eyes. They were sparkling with mischief; her lips were swollen, and they curved upwards as she met his gaze.
He tugged gently on her head, and she rose up to stand in front of him. His hands now moved down from caressing her shoulders, to cup a breast in each one. She edged forward, and his mouth attached itself to one nipple, his tongue driving her crazy, while the suction his mouth created drove her to heights of pleasure. He twisted and pulled on the other one, then switched position, to mouth that nipple, and use his hand to stimulate the one already hard and wet with his saliva.
As his mouth teased her, his hands traveled down to her hips. His hands were large enough for his fingers to knead her hips, while his thumbs massaged her labia, spreading them wide. He used one hand to grasp himself, to tease the mouth of her pussy, spreading their juices around, so that when he pushed his own hips forward, she was impaled on him. He stopped when the mushroom head was barely in, to rotate his hips around, spreading her wider, making room for the rest of him.
All the while, the water massaged both of them, making it seem like they were having sex under a waterfall. She eased herself down onto his cock, inch-by-inch, until she was sitting on his lap. She locked eyes with him, and they both watched as passion played on the face of the other. Her hips joined with his in an erotic dance of love, to stimulate both of them to ecstasy.
Suddenly Saoirse's face froze, her eyebrows rose, then she exploded with muscular spasms, as her orgasm swept through her body. Diego rode out the roller-coaster ride with her, then continued his movements. But when her next orgasm approached, she leaned forward and took one of his nipples into her mouth and sucked hard.
Diego felt as if his spine was going to explode! He pulled her down to hold her firmly, as his orgasm shimmered just beyond his reach, then crashed over him with the force of a tsunami. He howled out his release, as they both rocked back and forth, riding the waves of pleasure, enhanced by the sensory feel of the droplets of water that continued to stimulate their skins.
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