She tilted her head, “I have a long past and a lot of mistake baggage.”

  I shrugged, “Loyalty is priceless, and I truly couldn’t care what anyone else thinks of you or how it might reflect on me. They’re idiots, if they don’t see how amazing you really are, crazy and all.”

  She bit her lip, and the conversation paused as the food came.

  I turned it around, “How do you feel about dating me, a guy just starting out in the world.”

  She laughed, “You don’t seem like it. You carry yourself with the confidence and surety of an older man with experience, and your intensity and attention are heady. I’m really enjoying our time together.”

  “Me too. I hate to keep saying it’s the shifter thing, but we learn discipline and responsibility a lot earlier than human children do.”

  She said, “And yet you’re not insular or distrustful.”

  I tilted my head, “Yes, that’s what it looks like to outsiders, but we’re just protecting our weaker pack members from a possible unknown danger when a stranger is nearby. Especially the young children who can’t defend themselves at all. I’m kind of on my own right now, and the only person I need to protect is you, while you protect me as well. So far nothing has really engendered that ultra-vigilance in me.

  “Plus, you said it yourself earlier. The gods are like my new pack, which is why I’m not treating any of them like outsiders.”

  She smiled, and we dug in, enjoying the ambience, music, wine, and a comfortable silence for a few minutes. Although our conversation did continue somewhat with body language and it seemed to me like she was having a fantastic time, and the clear scent of her arousal to my sensitive nose and the humming sexual tension told me she was enjoying herself on more than just one level.

  “So, how many first date rule violations, so far?” I asked teasingly.

  She giggled, “I lost count. Even the pet peeves are a third date question. It’d be easier to list what wasn’t a violation, hobbies.”

  I laughed, “Good to know. You don’t seem to mind.”

  She nodded, “Your bluntness has a certain charm, and you’re artless. That means a lot to me, as does your penetrating attention.”

  Penetrating, interesting word choice, and it brought several things to mind. She must’ve seen some of them in my eyes because she blushed and reached for her wine to break the gaze. Not really in a bad way either, as her arousal became even more obvious to my nose. I was trying not to focus on that though. Yes, I totally wanted to ravish her, badly. To watch her scream my name while I impaled her. But I also wanted to get to know her and woo her, she was enthralling.

  She asked, “So, shifters dance?”

  I laughed, “Yep, we’re people. Though we usually do it naked under the full moon around a bonfire.”

  She snorted, “Now I know you’re messing with me.”

  I grinned, “Are you sure?”

  She giggled, “Yes.”

  I said, “The full moon part was true enough, that’s usually the night of our full pack hunts, and we throw a party too. Shifting makes us very hungry, so bonfire and lots of food, dancing… and other things.”

  She blushed, “You’re a bad man, Liam. So shifters do tease?”

  I nodded, “Yes, we’re not all serious all the time, but I’m not lying about the bonfire dance and food party under the full moon. Technically, there’s nudity too, during the shift back to human, but we generally put the clothes back on before the dancing and eating midnight barbeque and party.”

  She giggled.

  I added, “Modern dance too, we just tend to avoid mixing with humans as much as possible. Too much chance for a misunderstanding. So dance?”

  She nodded, “Love it, of course.”

  We finished up dinner and I paid the check, then took us to that dancing. It was a good time, and I won’t bog down this account with it because it’s impossible to talk or have conversations in a club. A lot of body language and heated looks. We danced a lot, talked wickedly in body language, and I loved putting my hands on her and feeling her gyrate against me. It was intoxicating, her strength and strutting confidence, and the way she moved against me was probably illegal in some states.

  It had us both more than a little worked up, all of it. Not just the flirting looks and borderline scandalous dancing, but our conversation and even what we’d been through earlier. She’d had my back, and I had hers, and there was a headiness in that too. We’d been dancing around each other all day in truth, and she was clearly as mesmerized and aroused by me as I was her. She was so seductive to me, not artfully naughty in a crude invitation, just… breathtaking in the way she was fearless, a little crazy with short instances of neurotic tendencies, and she was a hell of a lot of fun.

  I led her over to the couch and winked as I guided her to sit, then went to grab a bourbon for the both of us from the crystal decanter with a fancy crystal stopper covering the thin opening on top. I had to assume she liked it, since she had it stocked in her living room along with a couple of short and rounded crystal glasses. I poured a couple of fingers for both of us.

  I handed hers as I sat down, “You’re an amazing dancer, Lianne.”

  She smiled, “You’re not so bad yourself, learned a lot around those bonfires.”

  I laughed, “I did, and not just dancing.”

  She snickered, “How to dress yourself?” her eyes glistening with excitement and promise for something else entirely.

  I nodded with a chuckle, “That’s the one.”

  I put my left arm around her, and she scooted against me before I could pull her close, and I gave her waist a light squeeze and took a sip. It felt really good to have my hands on her, and more natural after a night of dancing, even if we’d never broken that sexual tension between us before. There was the thrill of the new of course, and a slight wonder if I was reading things right, but I refused to cheat by reading her.

  Life was meant to be lived, not calculated.

  She relaxed against me and sipped her drink, truly content and extremely aroused to be held by me as I stroked her side, and her hand was teasing my leg slowly and sensually with her fingertips. The signals were all there, so I leaned down and forward halfway, and she blinked up at me, moistened and slightly separated her lips, then we were kissing as we both moved forward as one.

  I brushed her lips lightly with my own, the silky feel of her full lips and her heady scent, both of her skin and her arousal, had my head fogged with lust. Her sweet passionate breath as her hand found my neck and teased it with her fingernails, while the other put down her drink and found my chest, had me pulling her tighter against me as I put down mine, and then I was kissing her deeply, our lips dancing and our breath growing shallower, my cock stirring at her teasing hands on my body.

  She let out an encouraging moan, as the hand on her side migrated to her lower back, then the top of her ass, and I gripped and squeezed her ass, which had her arching her back and kissing me even more passionately with a sexy as hell moan, as she teased her tongue against my lips, then dueled with mine when I opened up to her.

  I was completely captivated and squeezed harder, as my other hand caressed her face, neck, down her upper chest, to tease along the lines of her dress and caress her cleavage and softly supple rounded breasts.

  The kiss broke and she looked up into my eyes with the smoldering heat that every man longs to see, and she bit her lip in need, her wide doe brown eyes glazed with desire.

  Her voice was all sultry need, as she said just one word, my name, “Liam.” It was a begging request, and all the consent I needed in conjunction with the heat in her eyes and her skyrocketing scent of arousal, desire, and needy lust filling the room. There were no doubts in her at all, not her sensual carriage, in the bold teasing touch of her hands, or in her warm doe eyes.

  She wanted me badly, and I was as hard as a rock.

  She giggled as I pulled her across me, made her straddle my lap, and when she caught the look in my eyes the smile faded into a shocked breathless need as I loosened her dress and peeled the top of it down to her waist. Her pert and perky B cups were perfectly rounded, and deliciously creamy fair, with a mouthwatering contrast of dark pink nipples that were standing at attention already.

  I pulled her to me, and she let out a little gasp as I tenderly suckled a nipple, and I squeezed her other breast gently, while my other hand held her ass firmly and crushed her against me.

  She arched her back, and then rocked her body grinding her panty covered sex on the bulge in my pants, while looking down into my eyes that were looking up into hers from her breast, while I suckled, swirled, and teasingly nipped her nipple. Her sweet breathy pants and wide eyes told me her tits were extremely sensitive, and a little bit would go a long way, while being even a little rough would make her crash.

  I did that for a while, losing myself in her sexy and vulnerable doe brown eyes, and the severe and exotic beauty of her face. Losing myself in her scent and the sweet taste of her skin and sweat from dancing the last hour. I lightly and playfully teased, pleasured, and worked her breasts with mouth and hand, all while my other hand firmly grasped, squeezed, and kneaded her petite and supple ass cheeks. The duality of soft above and firm below had her panting for it in short order, her gasps getting harsher, her breath fast and shallow, and her eyes widening in both need and the pleasure I was engendering in her lithe sexy body.

  She was hardly idle during my teasing and pleasing of her tits, which I loved playing with as much as she loved me playing with them. She was grinding me, dry humping me really, with her arching back and gyrating hips, and her hands were running through my hair, teasing the back of my neck with her nails, and firmly caressing my chest and shoulders. She was turning into a wanton wild thing for me, the longer I teased and pleased her, and it had my cock so hard it was painful in its confinement.

  She said breathily, “Liam, I need you in me, taking me,” in a voice of such wicked and wanton longing while grinding our sexes I twitched powerfully, and I bit her nipple hard enough to make her gasp loudly and tremble against me.

  She squeaked as I grabbed her ass with both hands and lifted, my power rising and a golden bubble forming around us, because taking the stairs up to the bedroom would just take far too long.

  I said firmly, “Strip, baby, show me your hot body,” as I stepped back, and started to take off my own clothes.

  She froze for just a second, then a smoldering look entered her eyes, as she peeled her dress down over her hips, and once past that the dress fell to the floor in a pool around her feet. She stepped out of her heels, and then grinned saucily at my reaction as my eyes obviously and boldly feasted on her revealed flesh. She had on a sexy pair of lingerie panties that matched the same red color of her heels and clutch purse, and the large dark spot in the center lewdly outlined her generous labia. She had a huge camel toe, and I couldn’t wait to stick my face in it, but in that moment, I needed to be buried in her hot flesh far more, so it would have to wait.

  She was more than ready and worked up for me, between the dancing, dry humping, and the tit play I had her more than aroused and had more than satisfied the requirements of foreplay.

  “Sexy,” I said in a low and firm tone.

  She blushed, “You think so?”

  My nostrils flared, “Inadequate word, for how you steal my senses and drive me crazy. Yes, baby, you are exquisitely sexy, and achingly beautiful, to my eyes.”

  She smirked, but then her eyes widened with shocked desire, as my cock came into view as I pushed down my pants and boxers. She actually squeaked with excited alarm at my size. I wasn’t disturbingly long, just over eight inches was well within the bell curve if on the high end of it, but I was extremely thick around and that was where it counted.

  Then she bit her lip, and said half joking, “So what they say about shifters is true?”

  I laughed, “I wouldn’t know, except for me,” as I stalked forward and pulled her against me for a kiss, my hands far more firm on her side and ass as I dug my fingers into her flesh. Soft to get them going, and hard and firmly dominating and rough to bring them home, was what I lived by, and I’d never failed to make a woman scream my name so to speak, so it worked. It was the challenge of it that was half the thrill, women could have multiples and far greater pleasure, but it was so much harder to get them there than for a man.

  She moaned into my mouth, and she clung to me with her legs and arms as I crawled onto the bed, her light and lithe body hanging off mine as she kissed my neck. Her body hit the mattress as I lowered down and held myself up just enough that only part of my weight was pinning her down. Not enough to crush her, but enough to make her feel possessed and trapped as the kiss broke and I looked into her warm and molten surrendering doe eyes.

  I ground my cock along her deliciously fat, generous, and moist silken labia, coating the bottom of my cock and the tip of it in her arousal to ease the way as well as stimulate her further.

  Her eyes were as mesmerized as I felt, as she looked up at me, and I looked deeply into hers. Nothing was so intense as looking deeply into a woman’s eyes, the first time I slid my cock into her warm silken paradise.

  She let out a panting gasp as pressed in, and her eyes widened further in shocked pleasure and discomfort as my fat mushroom head popped into her slick and thin passage. She stretched tautly around me, and she owned that discomfort as she arched her back and thrust up into me taking another inch with a delighted naughty gasp of pleasure.

  Our bodies started to rock in a perfect counterpoint to one another, our eyes glazing over with pleasure as she constricted wildly, rippled around my forceful invasion to stretch her out and accommodate my thick cock. She squeezed, rocked, gripped, and milked me with each stroke, her hips not just rocking but also slightly gyrating, churning her sex on my cock to make it better for both of us.

  An advantage I’d overlooked, to dating a sixty-five-year-old woman in an immortal nineteen-year-old hot and tight supple body. All the shifter girls were wild and wanton in bed, but Lianne was an artist of sensuality and subtle pleasuring techniques, with over forty-five years of experience in fucking, it was my first hint in how amazing a bedpartner she’d be for me, and I wasn’t even fully buried in her steamy snug paradise yet.

  The pleasure that flowed into me was amazing, varied, and potent. Her gyrating pussy and the constant subtle angle changes modified the feel of her sex around me, and the waves of pleasure were not just overwhelming but highly diverse in feel and potency. I was no slouch in bed, and her expertise didn’t hurt my confidence, but I suspected she’d be able to teach me to be an even better fuck than I was already.

  She giggled wildly and rippled around me, as our bodies met with a gentle bump and grind for the very first time.

  “Damn, I’ve never felt so full or stretched,” she bit her lip and then let out a sweet gasp, as she bore down and squeezed me hard with her floor muscles, and then gave me a rolling and gyrating grind that made my eyes roll back in pleasure and a deep grunt of pleasure leave my lips unbidden.

  She was incredibly tight, but also so wet I slid fully into her depths with delicious silken friction as I started to rock my body and work her, adding a little upward grind of my own each time our bodies came back together.

  She whispered, “Harder, I’m ready for it, and I want it to hurt a little. Just a little.”

  I grinned, it was time to bring her home, transition from considerate and tender lover to rough, selfish, and demanding. Give her that feeling of being out of control and helpless.

  I growled, and deepened my thrusts to my full length and also sped up and slammed home with more vigor. The lewd and loud sounds of slapping flesh, gasps, growls, and pants filled the room, as I started to rut her. My cock penetrating deep into the silken paradise of her lithe and sexy body. Her lovely and pert B cups bouncing wildly and swaying violently, as her eyes both got wider and more intense, as she surrendered and softened, even as she wildly rocked her hips to meet my every thrust.

  She clenched around me so tightly when I ground her that it milked me hard for every pull out, and then she softened as she rocked up into me, creating a delicious silken friction that felt marvelous along my driving sensitive cock.

  She panted, “Harder, that’s it, don’t stop, please don’t stop, I’m going to cum so hard for you, cum so hard around you. Oh goddess, yes, yes, don’t stop, never stop pounding me, Liam. Oh god, it’s so intense, so big and fat in me. Oh my goddess, oh yes, ohmygod yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, ohmygod Liam! I’m cumming!”

  I grunted trying to power through it, her hot silken flesh rippling, convulsing, clenching wildly, and I felt her soak my balls and thighs as her eyes widened with vulnerable ecstasy and joyful surrender that it had my mind spinning with the pleasure of it. Her exotically beautiful face a study in ecstasy as she came undone so wildly around me.

  The waves of powerful pleasure were so intense, her scents overwhelming, and watching her cum so wildly around my cock was also a heady factor in my control. I thought I was home free, hovering on that edge as I pounded her, as her pussy stopped sucking me in and milking me quite so hard, as she started to fall.

  Then she screamed, “Liam!” and rolled right into a second orgasm, long before I had a chance to reclaim a modicum of control.

  She was overwhelming, and the pleasure of her sex writhing around me so wildly and demanding my cum wouldn’t be denied.

  I grunted, “So sexy, baby,” and then buried it two more times hard as my balls tightened and boiled, “Lianne!” I roared her name as I ground up into her hard, all while her rippling and grasping pussy milked me so hard for each pulse of seed I sent into the depths of her paradise. The release was powerful, elemental, and entirely overwhelming as the blissful rapture stormed through my body and howled through my mind.

  I imagined my eyes looked as vulnerable and lost in the pleasure, as hers were. There was also a joy there in hers, a warm delight and wanton joy as she accepted the harvest of my pleasure deep into her body. She was so incredibly sensual, and she wasn’t holding anything back as her eyes glazed over and her hot lithe body milked mine for everything I had to give.