Chapter 2

Chapter Two

Mara

Oh, I love how he does this.

That's the thought that flows through my mind as I feel Jonah's cock slide into me. First and foremost, I'm kind of shocked at how big he feels and how tight I feel. Don't get me wrong, he's always been very big.

The fact that he has a large cock isn't surprising at all. The fact that I forgot how much he stretched me and how vulnerable I always feel when his cock slides into me is a surprise.

But I think about how I love how he does this. This. Well, right now, this means making me cum prior to penetration. I'd forgotten about that, I think. I mean, I'd forgotten about specifics. Images always flit through my head but, well, most of the time over the last few years, thoughts of Jonah are sad, not happy.

I'm not a good enough person to focus on how I enjoyed my time with him, just focused on how I missed it when he ended things.

He growls against my neck. Oh, damn! I forgot about the growls! That's for sure.

"Jonah!" I screech as I either experience another orgasm crashing right on top of the first or the orgasm I already have going on just gets more powerful. I have no idea if this man growls like this because he's more than a man.

He's a wolf shifter. I don't know if the growls during sex became so sexy to me after I knew he was a wolf or if I felt that way before. Hell, I don't have any idea at all.But I don't care right now.

I don't care about anything other than moving my body in a pretty damned frantic way. I don't recall wrapping my legs around him. Nonetheless, my legs are up and my ankles are crossed over his ass. I use my legs to pull myself up to meet his thrusts.

I can't ever recall just forgetting that I did something like that. It doesn't bug me all that much, actually. Right now, what matters to me is just moving as much as I can. I want more, and I want to give Jonah more, too.

We broke up because of our age gap. Sometimes I suspect we broke up because he's a wolf. He's never suggested anything like that but sometimes, I think he broke up with me because he's a wolf and I'm not. Oh, fuck!

"Jonah!" I scream because what happens next is most definitely a different orgasm. Holy crap, it's powerful. It has to be the biggest fucking orgasm I've ever had.

And now, other memories flood in. Like how every time I sleep with Jonah, it feels like the best sex I've ever had. No sex could possibly be better. And then the next time I feel the same way. Crazy, huh? Well, I guess I'm right back to that way of thinking.

Damn.

Three years! For three years, I've had no sex at all. I've only masturbated a handful of times, too, because if I'm going to masturbate; I'm going to masturbate thinking about Jonah. More accurately, I can't masturbate without thoughts of Jonah coming to mind.

When thoughts of Jonah come to mind, I end up breaking down in tears. I mean, how many times would it take before you pretty much gave up on trying to masturbate? But I'm not masturbating now. I'm in the middle of an orgasm (or orgasms) so powerful I don't know how much I can take. I

t's insane, and I don't know what in the world I'm supposed to do other than just enjoy it until I have to just suffer through it. There's no way in hell my growling wolf fireman is going to stop, I can tell you that!

Growling wolf fireman . Wow. I mean, it's like… Well, I don't know what it's like but it's really fucking sexy. That doesn't change that I can't possibly handle more of this and I won't be able to find the voice to beg him to stop.

Well, I don't have much time to contemplate asking Jonah to stop because he now starts thrusting so fast and hard that I'm bouncing around like a damn beach ball. I grip him to me with both my arms and legs.

His growling becomes constant now as he takes me by the waist and pulls me up so that I'm straddling him mid-air.I'm practically growling with him now. My orgasm is such a constant thing at this point that I'm shaking like a leaf.

Jonah holds me securely, though, and his thrusting becomes more powerful and focused, and then, he absolutely buries his huge cock deep inside me and throws his head back, and practically howls.I feel his cock throb hard inside me and then, he shudders and cums.

His arms tighten around me and I drop my head onto the curve of his neck below his chin and let myself feel every wave of our orgasms joining and linking our bodies together.This is how I remember things being, and this is why it was just so hard on me to let him go.

Jonah seems to sense my need for him and, without disengaging, he walks us to the restroom and steps into the shower.Slowly, as the water flows over our bodies, we separate, but only a little. My arms are still wrapped around him and he's still holding onto my waist.

Then, he reaches for the body wash and begins to run his hands over me, soaping me up and massaging me at the same time. He pauses to kiss me and his touch is so tender I have trouble remembering the wolf in him.

I return the favor, lingering over his stomach and tracing the knots of his muscles with my fingers. I try to massage him but I'm not sure my small hands make much of an impact.

I guess I'm not fully present but instead recalling all of our time spent together, how I used to know every part of him, and I know that I just can't lose him again. I begin to feel a bit on edge as the shower finishes and we start drying off and I sense the wall between us being rebuilt.

"This was a mistake."

His voice and his words hit me like he's just punched me in the gut. How can something I love so much do so much immediate damage?

I shatter for a moment and then, I fill with a rage that feels like it will set fire to everything. "What the fuck does that even mean, Jonah? You don't get to just fuck me and ditch me for old times' sake."

"I'm not thinking like that. I just ..."

"I know! You're not fucking thinking at all! My god, I have thought about you for three years and then, you just show up and fuck me and think well, damn, that was a booboo. No way!"

I'm shaking and I can see he's not too happy either. I take a few deep breaths and continue in a more measured voice. "Look, Jonah, I'm a big girl now, on my own. I can decide what I want in life. Right now, that's you. You have no right to decide for me. You have no right unilaterally fucking up this second chance."

He stares at me and I can see that there's a lot hitting him at once. "But…"

"No buts." I shake my head but manage to keep from sneering. "If you end this, you end it because you don't want it. Don't you dare pull that same bullshit about doing it for my sake."

He stops and starts a few times, attempting to respond to me. Finally, his shoulders fall and he nods. "You're right."

"And you damned… Wait, what?"I'm stunned.

He shakes his head. "Look, you're not necessarily right that we should be together but, you know what? I have been unfair about this and," he pulls me to him, our still naked bodies fitting together, "I have always cared for you, Mara. Always."

"Are you saying that you're willing to let this happen?" My heart is about to thump out of my chest. I can hear its insane rhythm in my ears.

"We have to take things slowly, that's my one real condition. I am not looking to hurt you, Mara."

I keep from rolling my eyes at the comment and instead, my only answer is to go on my tiptoes and kiss him. "Okay."

Of course, since Jonah fucks me to within an inch of my life again after dinner, I'm not sure what taking things slowly even means.