Sex in the Moonlight 🌶️🌶️🌶️

HELEN

Sam stood up from his kneeling crouch, and I could see the sweat glistening off him in the moonlight.

His giant cock hung there, swaying just a little bit.

“I thought you looked beautiful as a bear,” I said, “but now you look ~delectable~.”

He walked up to me slowly, leaving me hypnotized. When he got close enough, we locked eyes under the moonlit sky.

Sam’s eyes were still onyx black, as if he hadn’t fully shifted back, and I could see something savage in them. It made my legs tremble, my knees weak.

His look pierced into me, twisting my insides and filling my loins with hot passion.

~What the fuck is he doing to me?~

I couldn’t move. I could barely breathe.

“I want you, Helen,” he said, looking at me with fierce intensity. “I wanna rip the clothes off of you and fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”

“Do it,” I said, in a breathy whisper. “Take me.”

Sam raised his hands and effortlessly ripped open my blouse, sending buttons flying. It was linen and one of my favorites, but I didn’t care one bit.

His mouth was already on mine, sucking on my tongue with a rabid hunger. And with his strong worker’s hands, Sam began to squeeze my giant melons like he was testing their ripeness.

I put my arms around his neck and lifted myself up to wrap my legs around his body—my skirt riding up as I did so.

It was dark and beautiful and deathly quiet, apart from the grunts and moans coming from the two of us. We clung to each other, standing on the bare earth in front of Jack’s house.

A small gust of wind played across my naked chest, reminding me how hot I was.

With me in his arms, Sam walked over to the porch, and with seemingly no effort, he lifted me up so that I was sitting on the railing. My aching pussy was now level with his face.

I draped my legs over Sam’s shoulders while he moved my panties aside and went straight for my clit, sucking on it like the swollen lollipop it had become.

With that first wave of pleasure, I thought I was going to fall backwards, and I crossed my legs tightly behind Sam’s back, clutching his face to my gushing snatch, both of my hands holding on to his hair.

Meanwhile, Sam’s tongue was now running circles around my clit, making me undulate in rhythm with its movement. I was literally riding his face, getting closer and closer to orgasm.

All it took was for him to plunge a finger deep inside me. As soon as I felt him pressing my G-spot with a slow-building, steady pressure, I began to moan from the back of my throat.

Seconds later, it became a scream of release as my whole body tensed up around his head, and then, with waves of pleasure rolling through me, I slid down into Sam’s arms.

He walked me over to the porch steps and laid me down. “One second,” he said. “Let me get the blanket off the rocking chair.”

I lay there for a moment, spasms passing through me, as I heard Sam shake out the blanket.

When I opened them, Sam was standing above me, admiring my writhing, naked body.

Seeing his cock from that angle, standing at full attention, I first became afraid, and then quickly, ravenous.

I stood up and looked at him.

He was sexy as hell, standing there in his full naked glory, hair all messy from where my fingers had raked through it. Lust clouded his eyes, and his lips were slightly parted, still slick with my juices.

His cock was as thick as my wrist and as long as my forearm, and looked too big to fit inside my pussy.

Sam curled his fingers around his girth and began stroking the length of his shaft.

My eyes were trained on that impressive meat and my mouth watered as a bead of pre-cum pooled out of the slit.

I got down on my hands and knees and crawled over to him, needing to taste him for myself.

He realized what I was about to do and gave a throaty groan.

I glanced up at him as I curled my fingers around his iron-hard shaft. It felt like silk wrapped around steel.

I bent forward to lick the tip, earning a grunt of pleasure in response.

His essence tasted warm and salty on my tongue, and as I sheathed the mushroom head, I saw his face scrunch with pleasure.

I began to bob on him, taking as much as I could manage. I sucked him slowly, humming and flicking my tongue over the bulbous head in soft punishing strokes.

“Fuck, babe,” he hissed through his teeth as he thrust into my throat, his hand clutching the back of my head.

More of his salty essence leaked from the tip of his cock and slid down my throat.

Then suddenly, he pulled back with a groan, dragging his cock out of my lips with a pop.

“Too good, babe, I’m close,” he warned breathlessly.

“Sam, I need you inside me, please,” I begged, like the greedy girl I was.

He had already given me one earth-shattering orgasm, but I knew that it wasn’t enough.

I wanted more. I needed all of him.

“You don’t have to beg me, beautiful. I’ll give you exactly what you need,” Sam promised.

Taking my hand, he pulled me up from my kneeling position, then turned me around and bent me over, so that my hands were on the railing.

“Spread your legs more,” he told me, and I complied without any protest.

His manhood was poised at my entrance, ready, pressing against my slick folds as if finding its way home.

I looked over my shoulder. The look on Sam’s face seemed primal. Animalistic.

“I’m yours,” I said, easily matching his gaze with fierce determination.

Those words seemed to bring a wave of emotion crashing through Sam, and he thrust his pelvis forward, piercing my swollen lips.

He didn’t go in deep though, only an inch or so into my wet cavern, letting me adjust to the massive intrusion.

God, he was big! My pussy walls burned as his gigantic meat stretched them wide.

I held onto the railing tightly, and we both cried out as he sheathed himself deep inside my loins, filling me to maximum capacity and slapping my ass with his balls.

He held himself there for a moment, giving me the chance to adjust to his size before he started thrusting like a man with a pure primal need.

My pussy responded, gripping his length with the intention of milking it dry.

Sam quickened his pace, chasing his release as he pounded into me.

His strokes were ruthless—he was swinging his powerful hips hard.

And then he stopped, abruptly, the full length of his cock deep inside of me.

“Helen,” he said. “I wanna look in your eyes when we cum.”

Breathless, unable to speak, I just nodded. And Sam withdrew his hard dagger and laid me down on the blanket so that we could climax together, face to face.

“Helen, this is more than just sex for me,” he said, his eyes peering deep into mine.

“I know, Sam. I feel the same,” I said. “Now finish me, I’m begging you.”

Needing no further command, he speared into my body with raw masculine abandon, taking his own pleasure from my drenched channel.

My legs wrapped around his thighs, wriggling more of his length into me.

Sam looked down at me with hooded eyes, watching my breasts bounce; his lips parted, filling the night with grunts.

Sweat coated our bodies; we kissed haphazardly as our bodies merged as one.

Sam’s cock was buried deep inside me, and I could feel him ease against my cervix.

My fingers gripped his clammy ass, feeling the sticky sweat against my palms.

He lifted my leg over his right shoulder, using his mighty weapon to tip me over the edge of oblivion.

My stomach muscles tightened as the euphoric wave began to build.

Flesh slapped against flesh as we came together in a raw primal meeting.

“Mine!” he growled out loud.

“Sam!” I screamed as the tremors of my release consumed me.

Sam held onto my hips with both hands as he drilled into me.

His lips parted in a silent grimace as hot strands of sticky seed coated the lining of my womb.

My pussy gave one final contraction, milking every last drop.

Sam withdrew himself and rolled off me.

Both of us lay panting for air, drenched in sweat with our limbs tangled together.

“Helen,” Sam whispered softly as he stroked my hair in a lover’s gesture.

“Mhm,” I responded dreamily.

“There’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you,” he uttered, barely audible.

Sam hesitated, propping himself up so that I could see his face. His eyes had changed back to his usual silvery-gray.

“What is it, baby?”

“It’s about my mom. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you back at the bar. I just couldn’t tell you until…”

“Until what…?” I asked.

“Until you knew about the bear stuff,” he said. “Y’see…she was killed by hunters.”

“Yeah, that makes sense,” I said. “Cuz otherwise, I would’ve thought it was murder.”

“It ~was murder~.” He took a deep breath. “My mom was murdered in front of me when I was little.

“It happened down by Forest Lake. She was…” He blew out a forced breath as he struggled to remain composed.

I held both sides of his face with my hands, forcing him to look at me. “Hey, you don’t have to tell me if it’s too difficult for you. I understand.”

“No, I want to. She would’ve loved you.” His eyes glazed over and his body tensed beneath me. “We were out one day, just the two of us, walking down by the lake like any other day.

“I’d hide and Mom would play around, pretending that she couldn’t find me.” He blinked back the tears. “Then out of the forest, there came a group of hunters and this kid. A little boy a couple of years younger than me.

“Mom was in plain sight. I was crouched down, hiding behind a rock.” He licked his lips to moisten them.

“And it was so quick. Just ~bang bang~ and my mom was bleeding out in front of me.

“I’ll never forget the look on her face. It stayed like that, in the same expression, even when she’d been dead a while.”

Sam squeezed his eyes shut as he paused, obviously in pain.

“The hunter told the boy that if there’s a mama bear, there’s gotta be some cubs around. And he sent the little kid to look for me. And pretty soon he found me.

“I remember the look on his face. Like, he was terrified at first, but then this shit-eating grin came over him. Like he knew I couldn’t do anything to hurt him.

“He pointed the rifle at me, and I was paralyzed by fear.

“Only when the shot went off, and I realized that he’d missed, was I able to move. And I took off into the brush, fast as my little legs could carry me.”

“Oh my God, Sam, that’s horrible.” My throat swelled, making my voice sound broken.

Sam cleared his vision with his forefinger and thumb, then sniffed.

“The hunters were after shifter blood. They killed my mom just to make a quick buck.” The pain was written all over Sam’s face.

I couldn’t believe there were people out there who could be so cruel. It sickened me.

I leaned into him, resting my head on Sam’s shoulder.

“Thank you so much for sharing that with me. I know that we haven’t known each other long, but I think I’m falling for you.”

“I’m definitely falling for you too, Helen.” He rested the side of his head against mine, reaching out to lace our fingers together.

We held one another, out there on the porch, for what seemed like hours, just enjoying the soothing sound of the night.

I didn’t want this moment to end. It was perfect. I can’t explain why, but it felt as if he completed me.

***

As the sun started to rise, Sam untangled himself and stood up creakily.

“Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to lay on the wooden porch all night,” he said. “Let me go make us some coffee.”

I snuggled up deeper in the blanket, enveloping myself in Sam’s musk. I must’ve dozed off because before I knew it, Sam was back, wearing a pair of boxers and holding two steaming mugs.

“There’s my sexy bear, bringing me my coffee.”

“Good morning to you too, gorgeous,” he said.

We didn’t have long to enjoy our peacefulness because, only a moment later, Sam sprang up and said, “Get dressed. I hear someone coming.”

Sure enough, I could hear the sound of twigs snapping off in the woods.

The commotion was getting closer. Headed straight for us.