Akeem let her ride out her orgasm on his tongue and fingers, only stopping when she instinctively twitched away from too much stimulation. His breathing was short as he sat back on his heels, watching her and her glistening cunt and wiping a hand over his mouth. There had been a time when he talked more in bed; there had also been a time when he was more in control. But the closer to the surface the wolf was and the less he communicated verbally. He rubbed his scruff against the inside of her thigh, then gave her a sharp bite there, once again keeping well clear of breaking skin.

Then he moved back on the bed, nipping and kissing his way up her body until he found her lips for another kiss.