Outdoor Bliss
Autumn jumped off the couch when she heard Wes's car pull in the driveway. She had opened the door and begun licking his ears before he had even knocked. He put his arms around his wife's slender body and returned her playful licks, ready for some time to relax; it had been a long day. As they entered the house, he noticed that it was quiet.
"Where are the pups?" he asked.
"They wanted to play with their cousins, so I sent them to your sister's. They'll be there the whole weekend."
Wes's tired face lit up in a smile. An entire weekend to themselves. Since they'd become parents, it had been too long since they'd had any time alone together to just be lovers and companions. They were both proud to be parents, but he'd missed sharing quiet, intimate evenings with his mate. He picked Autumn up and twirled her around the room, then he put her down and began rubbing her all over and wagging his tail like a playful pup.
"Can I get into something more comfortable first?" he asked. "These clothes are hot and make me itch."
Autumn grinned. "I like that idea."
She sashayed to their bedroom, beckoning him to follow. He followed. She had already stripped to her undergarments when he got there. Her curvy, furry body was silhouetted against the darkness of the closet. He felt his desire awaken. She was still so beautiful. She had always been beautiful to him. He slipped up behind her silently and unhooked the back of her bra. As he slipped it off, he stroked the soft silvery fur on her arms, starkly contrasting his own shadow-grey fur. When it was off he cupped his paws around her breasts, squeezing the soft mounds gently. She wrapped her hands around his hands and turned her head to kiss him.
She loved seeing his face in the tender composure of kisses. Though that face was often so tired now, it was still the image of strength and love she had fallen in love with in college, the picture of the man inside the very sexy body that went with that face. He helped her pull on a ragged old t-shirt and a pair of shorts with a hole in the back for her fluffy silvery tail. He smelled her scent all around him, sweet and musky, tinged with desire. He had missed that scent.
She undressed him and ran her nails up and down his body, then rubbed his male member tenderly with one hand while softly scratching the insides of his strong thighs with the other. He moaned. He'd missed that, too. After also changing into a ragged t-shirt and a holed pair of shorts, and wondering why he was bothering to redress at all, he picked her up and laid her on the bed. She wrapped her legs around his waist and ran her fingers through his hair and the fur on his back. He began nibbling and sucking her neck and ears while rubbing his finger lightly on her clitoris, teasing her into a frenzy of grinding her sex eagerly against his. As she became warmer and wetter, dampening her panties, he felt himself become harder. She heard a loud growl from within him and stopped kissing him to look into his eyes. He hung his head and whined embarrassedly.
"Ok, so I'm hungry. I didn't get lunch today."
"That's ok," she said. "I'm hungry, too. How about some steaks for dinner out on the porch?"
"Sounds great!"
The smell of cooking meat soon filled the air, teasing Autumn and Wes's noses. It didn't take long to get dinner ready; they always had their meat as rare as was safe. They took their plates to the metal table and chairs on the porch and dined under the stars. It was a nice night, starry and cool, a light breeze blowing the scents of grass and earth and flowering plants up to their acute noses.
Crickets chirped and spring frogs peeped, their own private dinner serenade. The steaks were delicious and juicy. After they had eaten, they licked each others faces clean and sucked each other's fingers suggestively. Autumn got up and wiggled her voluptuous rump in Wes's face, then took off running across the high-fenced yard. Wes ran after her in hot pursuit, both laughing, happy to have the chance to play. She led him a few times around the yard, then slowed so he could catch her.
He did, and tumbled them both to the ground, landing over her, lowering his weight carefully onto her so he wouldn't hurt her. They were both very aware of each other's now warm bodies, warmth that re-ignited their passions. They licked each other and rubbed their cheeks all over each other's bodies, pausing between legs to inhale each other's love scents and tease each other's sexes, making them both eager for more.
She pushed her tongue into his mouth, licking the palate and sucking his lower lip. He slipped his big, warm paw into her panties again and gently pressed his finger into her slit. She was so wet and warm and impossibly tight inside. He rubbed the spot he knew brought her great pleasure. She grasped at his broad shoulders and moved her mouth to his ear, pressing it deeply inside and tickling the hairs, knowing it drove him mad.
"Should we, out here?" he asked.
"Sure. Nobody can see us, and there's a nice breeze and soft grass. Doesn't it feel good?" she replied, wiggling to feel the grass blades tickle her back.
"Yeah."
He took her shirttail between his teeth and tugged it off of her. He licked her belly, loving the taste of her salty-sweet skin. She tugged his shirt off, too, and stroked the tiny peaks on his chest and licked in his navel. He gasped, then bent his head to suck the same peaks on her breasts. As he did, he tugged her shorts and panties off, petting her firm, round rump and thighs and fluffy tail.
She returned the attention, tugging his shorts and underwear off and lightly scratching up and down his back, behind, and hamstrings, ruffling his fur and setting his nerves alight, her strengthening scent causing his member to harden. Unable to stand the teasing anymore, he pressed his member gently into her hot, juicy slit, making her moan. She had always loved the moment when he first thrust his big member into her, filling her completely.
She squeezed her core tight around him. He moaned and thrust a little harder and deeper the next time, hips meeting hers. They both loved the first moment of being totally joined, pulses beginning to quicken within, heat consuming the two from their cores down to their toes. She squeezed him again, making him struggle to pull out. Once he had, he again thrust a little deep and harder, she again squeezing her soft walls around his thick, hard column, not letting him get away easily. It was a game they liked to play, of who would lose control first.
The rhythm started slowly, increasing in tempo bit by bit but never becoming very fast. It was more pleasurable to draw it out, to give their bodies time to build up to it. Autumn lost control first this time, grinding down onto Wes completely and squeezing him as hard as she could. She needed him. Of course, she always needed him for love and support, love and support she gladly returned. She had forgotten she needed him as a lover, too. She had needed this for a long time and could feel that he had, too.
"Please, Wes, make love to me."
Wes said nothing, but kissed his mate and angled himself inside her to rub the pleasure spot inside her slit with each thrust. He didn't mind doing for his mate what she needed, what she wanted. Admittedly, this was a pleasure for him, too, but he wouldn't be selfish. This she-wolf was his mate, and she deserved all his love. He rubbed her limbs and massaged her breasts with his hand as he set their pace just a bit faster.
She writhed beneath him, caressing his body and tail with her paws and rubbing her belly against his. They kissed passionately, tasting and teasing each other's mouths. Autumn had begun moaning Wes's name, which sounded sweet to his ears. She began rolling her hips and squeezing and releasing his member rapidly when he pulled out of her, his favorite little sexual talent of hers, one that made him all but lose control, made him want it, heightened the pleasure deep in his groin, so that he set their rhythm faster and faster, bit by bit, until he felt the tingle at the base of his member and forced himself to slow down for a little while, to exchange nibbles and kisses and tail-tickles with his mate.
They caressed each other's slick, sweat-soaked fur until they couldn't wait anymore and found their rhythm again, this time giving in to lust and need entirely, backs arching, moans becoming louder and throatier, need becoming hotter, driving them to counter-thrust and go faster and faster. At last, their bodies burst as his knot reached its mark and they both climaxed, screaming each other's names while their juices ran together, a little of it running onto the ground. They rested for a few moments, panting and happy and rubbing noses, before gathering their clothes and heading back into the house to curl close in their den until morning.