Intense Touch

William needed to warn Cristy with his words. Being the object of his affections was something she could never endure. He had nearly worn her out after only an hour or so of being in the same space.

Until she broke down in tears pleading for him to leave her alone, William wasn't going to let her go. Could she just let him be?

They were experiencing something. She was terrified since she didn't know what was going on.

Cristy was simply made more perplexed by the questions. She was upset by her lack of sympathy or understanding in general.

As William caressed her cl*t, his tongue performed its magic. She was panting to stay sane as his tongue massaged her nub. As he went after her cl*t, he was incapable of thinking clearly.

"That's all. Come get me, little one," William said.

After saying those words, he never again let his mouth leave her pus*y. Her nub was nipped by his teeth.

Inside of her, a tight coil of release formed. She was unable to control the orgasm that was engulfing her. She eventually screamed her freedom as the knot became increasingly tight. She felt a wave of ecstasy come over her. While William used his hands and tongue to keep Cristy in position, she clung onto the straps of the binds around her wrists.

He continued to lick her even after she arrived. She was driven to the brink of another orgasm by his persistent licking.

William backed away from her pus*y after her second climax. His hands caressed her leg.

William said, "You enjoyed that, baby?"

"I'm sure I did," Cristy answered.

On the bed, William got down on his knees. She could feel his powerful manhood thumping against her leg. "What about you?" Cristy inquired.

"How about me?" William said.

"William, I'm not a moron. You ought to be released." Cristy made a gesture.

"The shower will give me some relief."

Cristy gave a head shake. No, he was unable to get relief there. She was entitled to witness him completely deflate in at least one climax. "You don't want to tell me about this?" Cristy inquired.

Cristy wasn't expecting the pain his words would cause her in her chest.

"Please refrain from using the restroom. I want to see. Let me examine it."

William didn't say anything but freed her hands from the restraints.

"Three times now, you've seen me lose my composure. Please give me a moment to catch up."

Cristy wasn't sure why it mattered to her to see him arrive, but it did.

Cristy stroked his shaft by squeezing in between them. He moaned in return and pressed his hips up on her hand.

"Please allow me to see your disintegration."

Without saying a word, he brushed her hand away. He knelt down between her legs as she reclined. Cristy observed his hand encircling his manhood. He used a tunneling motion to manipulate the length in his palm. In the light, the tip gleamed.

Cristy couldn't believe she was sitting on William's bed, watching him release tension.

"What are your next plans?"

Cristy received no response, but excitement at the potential solutions filled her. She chanced a glimpse at his gaze while licking her lips.

"What are you contemplating?" When she had had enough, she questioned.

"I'm picturing your mouth around my manhood," he said.

"Tell me," she demanded.

"You're not going to flee screaming, are you?" William asks.

Cristy gave a head shake. She was far too intrigued to flee yelling. The passion William was sharing with her was something William provided to her. She didn't fully comprehend it, but she didn't need to comprehend emotions.

"Tell me," she demanded. Afraid less, she put a finger between her slit and touched herself as William had.

William attention shifted to her hand. He accelerated, pumping his fist more forcefully.

"I'm picturing you waiting for me when I get home after a run in the woods. Your mouth starts to open as you lay naked on the ground. My manhood is what you desire in your mouth."

Cristy groaned while listening to him speak while her eyes were closed.

"You put me in your mouth, smearing me in your saliva. You take me to the back of your throat after working my shaft and thoroughly wetting me."

William described how she would suck his manhood till she would swallow his discharge. She instinctively sucked down the saliva in her mouth as William talked about her ingesting his seed. The first wave of his seed struck her tummy as he gasped.

Cristy saw as his come spurted onto her tummy after opening her eyes. The large white blobs landed on her stomach. After finishing, he returned to his knees and continued to look at her. Sweat was pouring down his body. It was still light outside.

"You're not fleeing hysterically," he said.

"William, I wanted this."

"I need more."

"I know." William was too close for her to think.

He rose from the bed. "Remain here. Get a cloth, please."

She was left alone in the bedroom. The door was shut behind her. All she could hear was her own breathing.

She was lying back on the bed, gazing up at the empty ceiling. What was going on with her? A few seconds later, William came back carrying a wet cloth. He scrubbed her tummy. He cleaned her up, tossed the cloth on his pile of clothing, and then climbed into bed with her.

Cristy remarked, "It's still daylight."

"Baby, I'm not a vampire. I am the werewolf." She was drawn in by him. "You seem worn out. When we awake, everything will be ready for us. You've had a demanding day and have been having trouble falling asleep at night. It's my duty to see that you're alright."

"Seriously, you can go once more?" Cristy asks when she suddenly touch his manhood.

William laughed. "Baby, werewolves are built to last for a long time. That struck me as a starter. Go and sleep now and I will looking for you."

Cristy didn't challenge him. She closed her eyes and surrendered to sleep.