The Night Before (NC-17)
We had just made love, but I already wanted her again. I never tired of her, of touching her, kissing her, tasting her. But looking at her would have to suffice for now; I didn’t have the heart to wake her again.
I loved to watch her sleep, to see her relax. She worried so much about everything these days. I knew I was one of the things always on her mind, and loved her for it.
I could feel her heartbeat under my hand, returning to its normal rate from our earlier exertions. I couldn’t help but brush my fingers along her breast. I loved the feel of her skin, the way it rose up in tiny goose bumps under my fingertips. She sighed softly as her body responded to me even in sleep, her nipple taut under my palm.
I brushed my lips along her neck, drinking in her scent and taste. As I moved against her, her hand slipped from where it had been resting on my hip. I drew in a sharp breath when the back of her hand brushed against my already-hard cock. I lifted my head to look at her, but she was still peacefully asleep. I pressed my lips against her slightly open mouth very lightly, feeling her breathe under me.
I would have thought that it was incredibly erotic even had I not been feeling the pull of the moon on my libido. I moved my hips to bring myself in contact with her hand again, and growled softly in frustration. How could she be asleep? Couldn’t she feel my desire? I tasted the sweet salt of her throat again on my way to take her breast into my mouth. I wondered what would it be like to make love to a female werewolf, someone whose desire matched my own. Very gently, I closed my teeth around her flesh. What would happen if I bit her now?
The thought startled me into letting go. I sat up to look at her. I should have been ashamed. She was sweet and sexy and I loved her. She was always an eager, willing partner and had never refused me anything. If only she was awake.
I lay down beside her again, my face buried against her neck. I rubbed myself against her, seeking the release only she could give me. Her soft skin against mine drove me mad. I was consumed with need as I writhed against her still body.
I gasped in shock to feel her fingers move and her hand close around me. She began to squeeze, seeming to know that I needed her to be rough with me. It was too much; it was perfect. I heard myself groan as I lost control and came into her hand. She was still stroking me gently as I returned to my senses.
“I’m sorry,” I murmured, forcing myself to lift my head.
She was grinning at me. “For what, Remus? For wanting me? I don’t mind.”
“I feel as though I’m taking advantage of you, using you, on nights like this,” I admitted. “You were sleeping, and I couldn’t help myself. I just-“
“Shh.” She silenced me with a kiss. “Don’t you know I how much I always want you? How I dream about you when we’re apart? How I love the way you touch me, the way you kiss me, the way you make love to me?” She pressed her body tightly against mine and smiled knowingly when my cock twitched between us. “You want me again already. I love the full moon.”
“It’s not really full until tomorrow. If it was full right now, you wouldn’t want to be with me.”
“But I would be missing you and loving you, and waiting for you to change back into yourself so I could take advantage of your animal instincts.” She nipped playfully at my earlobe, and I felt the familiar ache in my chest. I didn’t deserve to be loved like this. Eventually she would realize that she could do better than a werewolf.
“I suppose it’s all right, as long as we’re taking advantage of each other, then.” I managed a smile before turning serious again. “The wolf is a part of me, you know. Always, but especially now.”
“I do know.” She traced a scar along my chest with her fingertip. “I suppose that makes me a bit kinky, doesn’t it?”
My mind and body swelled with love and desire for her as she grinned at me. I kissed her roughly, pressing her down into the pillows as I moved to kneel above her. “I love your body.” I murmured, the soft, solid weight of her breasts in my hands.
“Me, too,” she said softly, her caressing hand finally resting on the curve of my arse. I took her breast into my mouth again, the nipple rigid against my tongue as I sucked hard. She gasped and arched her body up against mine. “Remus-“
“Shh.” It was my turn to cut off her voice with a forceful kiss. “You want me to make love to you, I’m going to make love to you.”
“Yes,” she whispered as I began slowly to taste every inch of her. I couldn’t stop the growl that issued from deep inside me; it somehow matched her helpless whimpering as I tasted myself on her and in her. How many times had we had each other tonight? I couldn’t remember, but it hadn’t been enough. It would never be enough. “Remus, wait. Please.”
“I’m sorry. I’m hurting you.” I realized that I had been pressing my fingers into her inner thighs hard enough to leave marks.
“God, no,” she reassured me breathlessly. “I’m just- I want- need you. Now.”
“Maybe I want to make you wait.” I teased her with my tongue, flicking rapidly against the spot that never failed to make her moan.
“Remus!” she shrieked, clutching my hair in both hands and pulling hard.
“How do you want it?” I couldn’t go on teasing her much longer before it would be too late for both of us. I moved up to kiss her, still tasting myself on her tongue from our earlier activities. My cock knew where it belonged; I felt her wet heat waiting for me to enter her again as though I were being called home.
“Slow,” she hissed as I slid inside. I paused to kiss her nose. She smiled as she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me further in, until I was buried completely within her.
“All right?” I was sure it must at least have been uncomfortable for her to take me into her again, after so many times already. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I like it when I can still feel you the next day. When you’ve made your mark on me.” She raked her fingernails up and down my back, surely leaving marks of her own. “I feel that you’ve claimed me, so that I can’t think of myself without thinking of you. Like Euclid and geometry.”
“Who?”
“Euclid, Remus. You know. Greek mathematician. Almost everything to do with algebra, number theory, and geometry bears his mark.”
I couldn’t stop myself from laughing; only a truly dedicated Arithmancy professor would not only think in such terms but also attempt give a lesson while on the verge of orgasm. She gave a little gasp at the tremors running from my body through hers. I pulled out most of the way and then sank back into her again. Once more, and that was enough for her; she bit down on my shoulder as she came, so hard that I would bear the mark of her teeth for days. I was very still, feeling her inner muscles contract and relax around me until I could bear it no longer. I wanted to howl as I thrust into her one last time, but only just managed to keep the wolf contained.
We lay tangled together, panting and satisfied. I thought that I should be able to sleep now; if not after that, the animal desires within me would never be sated. “I can’t believe you were thinking of ancient Greek geometry in the middle of that. You’re such a geek,” I said fondly.
“Mathematics and Arithmancy are sexy, don’t you think?” she murmured sleepily.
“Only on you, Professor Vector,” I answered as I drifted off to sleep.