His laughter sparked her own, and she allowed the sound to dance through the air around them before stifling it with a lick to his cheek. The whole thing was freeing, exciting, made more so by the known taboo of adultery within the pack. It wasn't that she had originally decided to do such a thing to Jazper, as she did love her mate, but with the effects of the drug and the years of being stable, the wild Marino had simply exploded from the life of a devoted woman. It wasn't in her nature to be tied down — she needed the rush once in a great while, and it just happened to be the handsome young wolf she found herself with who brought her the rush when she needed it most.
While her hands explored his torso, her mind focused on his hands as they passed back the tail end of the joint for her to puff at and then set out on their own journey. Unlike her younger lover, she was forced to free a hand in order to finish off the smouldering joint. Without the extra leverage to keep her weight closer to his, she fell flat against the cot, hand wrapping itself up in the shaggy locks of the younger man's hair. With the haze of smoke to distract her, she lost track of where he was — color her surprised as the feel of his hands at work came back to her, first along the insides of her thighs and then in places more intimate. A lazy smile crossed her lips as his muzzle pressed against her cheek.
Finding the miniscule remnants of the shared joint a hindrance, she tossed it away to return her hands to the exploration of his back and chest. Feminine fingers trailed along hidden musculature beneath the unkempt shag of dark fur, following a path toward his hips. Teasing fingers at the warmth between her thighs, one daring to venture inside, elicited a pleasant enough sound — she gave his cheek a lazy lick in return, as her hands worked to get the obnoxious cargo shorts the young man wore out of her way in order to better access what she wanted. Clawless fingers wrapped gently around the width of the member, padded hand offering subtle pressure as it slid along from top to bottom.
A puff of hot air escaped her jaws as she buried her muzzle in the fur at Barrett's neck. "È bello avere ancora forte le mani su di me" The mumbled words were directed at no one, really, as her mind slipped away from the rest of the world, focusing wholly on the closeness between herself and the young wolf above her.
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