01-01-2012, 04:54 PM
It was torture to him, it wasn’t in his nature to be so mean but yet it all felt extremely good. Normally their sexual romps wouldn’t last once they got to this point. The whole dragging it out was another element he wished to exploit again. That hand continued its strong grip on her hair; again he made sure she was aware of just who was in a position of power. There was no thought about if she was a higher rank than he, no she was his mate, and so long as they were in their den their ranks didn’t matter. Her whines came and it almost changed his mind, not wanting to her hear in such distress, but he stayed firm, feeling her quivering lips against his pulsing shaft.
Finally the words he wanted to hear escaped from her throat. This was in effect all he had wanted to hear from her all morning. A simple request and he would gladly oblige her. But he didn’t simply go back to the furious thrusts he had slowed from, his rhythm built back slowly. It was this that finally allowed him to loosen his grip on her hair before letting it go all together. That hand though didn’t just simply remain inactive; it just slowly worked around her neck, tenderly. His thrusts slowly increasing in power as soft moans and growls started leaving his throat again.
Finally the words he wanted to hear escaped from her throat. This was in effect all he had wanted to hear from her all morning. A simple request and he would gladly oblige her. But he didn’t simply go back to the furious thrusts he had slowed from, his rhythm built back slowly. It was this that finally allowed him to loosen his grip on her hair before letting it go all together. That hand though didn’t just simply remain inactive; it just slowly worked around her neck, tenderly. His thrusts slowly increasing in power as soft moans and growls started leaving his throat again.