Klaus
I step out of the bathroom, with a towel wrapped around my waist. I just had a cold shower, and I want nothing more than to curl up, and lie down in bed.
Then my eyes fall on her, Aurora.
She is already in bed, tapping away on her iPad. I sigh deeply, trying to calm my racing heart.
"Aren't you feeling sleepy already?" I ask, taking a step closer to the bed.
She turns her head in my direction, her eyes widening as soon as she sees me. I don't fail to catch the way her cheeks turn crimson, and she immediately looks away.
"Oh.. why.. are you not dressed yet?" She asks, her eyes on the screen.
"I just came out of the bathroom, I didn't go in with my clothes."
She nods, and continues typing, "You have a nice body."
My heart flutters at her compliment. I feel the heat crawling up my neck as well. My heart is pounding , I fear she might be able to hear it.
I take a step closer to where she's sitting, my eyes lingering on her more than I intend it to.
At that moment, she whips her head up, her eyes meeting mine.
I try to look away, but it's too late, she's caught me staring. A sly smile paints her lips.
"Why are you still standing here? Do you need help moisturizing?"
My heart skips a beat, as I quickly turn around so she won't see how much she's affecting me. My breathing is uneven, the muscles in my jaw twitching uncontrollably.
"No, it's okay, I'm sorry," I reply, forcing myself to move away from the bed.
"There's no problem at all, I want to do it anyways," she says.
I look over my shoulder to see her slipping out of the bed, coming in my direction.
My heart can't seem to handle how soft, and graceful she looks. The way her hair gracefully cascades down her shoulders makes her look like a living doll. Her wide cocoa brown eyes sparkle under the soft light, her lips–
She's too perfect. How's she even real?
"What's up with you tonight? You seem tense." She comes closer, and snakes her hands around my waist.
I quietly gasp as her hands contact my bare skin, barely swallowing back a moan, my throat going dry at the thought of her hands all over me. A thousand thoughts are running through my mind, and none of them are appropriate.
"I.. you shouldn't bother. You should go rest your pretty head," I pat her head.
She shakes her head, "No it's okay. A wife should sometimes help her husband with little things, right?"
Her hands slide up my chest, "Do you mind?" She peeks up at me through her lashes, "I don't want to come off as too forward."
Honestly, I would let her do whatever she pleased just to feel her touch a little longer.
"You're my wife," I chuckle softly, "Of course I don't mind."
She tilts her head, her bright eyes giving me a knowing look.
"Alright, let's make that skin nice and soft," She takes my hand, pulling me to her dressing table.
"Sit."
I do as she says, my body tingling with wild tremors.
I close my eyes, while my wolf just snaps, and growls for her touch already.
Her hands feel cool as they press firmly but gently against my shoulders. Her hands glide smoothly over my shoulder blades, tracing circles with her delicate fingers, kneading it softly.
My lips part involuntarily at the way her hands massage my shoulders firmly. Her hands glide over to my back, continuing her firm spread of the lotion.
I try to keep the spicy thoughts out of my head, but each trace of her fingers on my back keeps the thoughts coming back– dirtier.
Her hands finally move to my chest, smoothing lotion over it too. Her hands press down a little firmly on my chest, and a soft moan escapes my lips.
Her hands stop what they are doing, my eyes fluttering open as well. I meet her gaze in the mirror, her expression looking puzzled.
The thoughts, my horny big wolf, are getting the better of me. So before I can stop myself, I grab my arm, and make her sit on my lap.
She gasps softly as she lands on my thighs, her face flushing red.
"Are you satisfied?" She asks, her eyes dropping from my gaze.
"You still haven't applied lotion on my thighs," I give her a sly grin.
She trembles slightly, adjusting her weight on my legs.
"Okay," her voice is so low, I almost don't hear what she says.
She picks up the lotion bottle, nuzzles some more lotion on her hands, and rubs her hands together.
"You would have to stand up then," she says with a serious face, getting up from my lap.
I'm already rock hard at this point, but she still hasn't noticed it yet. My ears burn as I scold myself for letting my horny monster win. Slowly, I get to my feet.
"You would want to raise your to–" she freezes mid sentence.
I look up at her, and follow her gaze. My throat goes dry knowing she has noticed my boner.
"I promise I'm not a creep, I just.. I.." I try to think of something to say to her as an excuse.
But she doesn't seem to be listening, her eyes are still fixed on my hardened length, her jaws dropping.
"H- how many inches is that?" She looks back at my face.
I scratch the back of my neck, "Eight inches, I think."
She clutches her chest, her eyes bashfully dropping below my stomach once more. Her eyes are wide with awe, and somehow that turns me on.
"It's.. I haven't seen something like this before. Zuriel's once claimed he was five inches?"
I twitch my lips to the side, my eyes darting away for a moment.
"Can I hold it?"
Her next question catches me off guard, and I take a step backward, "Do you really want to?"
She comes forward, and undoes my towel, the fabric dropping to the floor with a gentle thud.