George smiled and pulled her close so that her head rested on his chest. He move a few strands of hair out of her face and then leaned down and gently kissed her on the forehead. Angie responded and turned her face up towards his and reached to kiss his lips. George brought his lips down to hers and they kissed. Angie broke away a few minutes later.
“Everything okay?” asked George.
“Yes and no,” said Angie.
“Huh?” asked George.
“Your kisses are lovely, but you keep poking me,” she said.
“Poking you?” George asked puzzled.
“Yes,” said Angie and she slid her hand down to her hips where George’s erection was thumping against her leg. “With this.”
George laughed. “Well, At least we know I’m alive,” he teased. “And that I find you attractive.”
Angie blushed and nodded. “Ummm,” she started.
“Do you want me to grab the blanket?” he asked wondering if she was embarrassed by his nudity or the erection.
“Nnno,” she started. “I, um… Oh god! I’m so bad at this,” she said quickly.
“Angie, what do you want?” George asked. He knew his erection bobbing against her leg wasn’t helping matters, but she smelled good and their evening had been interrupted by the accident. He liked her and wanted to get to know her better.
“I,…” Angie started and then took a deep breath. “I’d like to go upstairs to my room,” she said quietly.
“Okay,” said George not certain where this was going.
“With you,” she said and then blushed a deep red.
George smiled. “Let’s get me up the stairs first. And then we’ll take things slowly if that’s alright with you,” he said.
“Okay,” said Angie as she got down off of his lap.
George stood up slowly and then they moved to the stairs. He knew he was still a bit heavy, but not as heavy as his wolf was. Stepping up with his right foot pulled a bit, but he kept going. The stairs didn’t creak too much and in a minute they were up in the kitchen.
“My room is this way,” said Angie. She took his hand and lead him to her bedroom. She opened the door and George got his first look into the room.
“Angie, you surprise me. I figured you were a four poster bed kind with lace everywhere,” George said.
“No, I’m the ‘gotta have my nest’ kind. I like my comforts, but I’m not a froufrou type of woman,” said Angie. The bed was a platform styled bed covered with quilts and pillows. Jewel tones ruled without a drop of pink anywhere in the room. She dropped his hand and went to turn down the top quilt. “Go ahead and get comfortable,” she said. “I’ll be right back.”
“Alright,” said George as he watched Angie head off into another room he suspected was a bathroom. Moving a few pillows and pulling the quilt up over his lap took a minute. Then he sat there waiting for Angie to return. He looked around the room, taking in the books on the shelves and the little personal touches on her nightstand and dresser.
Angie walked back into the room wearing a pale gray bathrobe. “I sort of leveled the playing field,” she said as she crawled under the quilt.
George smiled as he pulled Angie into his arms. The soft material brushing against his skin didn’t help, and he felt himself stiffen again. “Yes, but I think you’re still overdressed,” he said softly.
“And you’re still poking me,” she teased back.
George cupped her chin in his hand and brought her face up to his so that he could kiss those lips once more. Angie melted up against him and brought her arms around his neck. As they kissed, his hands roamed up and down her back. She was soft to touch, but there were muscles there too. His lips moved to her ear and then down to the point where her neck joins her shoulders. George’s kisses turned to gentle nips and kisses.
Angie felt goosebumps cascade over her skin as George began to nibble down her neck. She lost all sense of time and just enjoyed the sensations. She could feel all the tension and fatigue drain away. As his hands cradled her ass and pulled her up against his chest, she arched back and let his kisses trail down onto her breasts.
George inhaled the scent of her body as he kissed the space between Angie’s breasts. He kissed left then right, not knowing how far he should go or how fast. The material of the bathrobe was between his lips and her nipple. He brushed his lips over it.
“Oh,” gasped Angie. “Do that again.”
George smiled and kissed her nipple. Moving slightly away from it, he blew across it and then took nipple and bathrobe into his mouth, licking her nipple through the material.
Angie inhaled sharply. The sensations running through her body felt so good. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any better, he moved to her other nipple. This time, he nosed away the bathrobe and put his lips on her bare nipple. As his tongue flicked across it, she gasped. George then moved his right hand down her thigh and caressed up and between her legs. Lost for a moment in sensation overload, she wasn’t sure which way she wanted to move.
“Just stop thinking,” George whispered as he took his lips away from her nipple.
“But,…” Angie started to say as his fingertips began to roll her nipple back and forth.
“Do you want to stop?” George asked.
“No,” Angie said hoarsely. She moved so that she straddled George’s left leg. This brought her breasts closer to his mouth.
George took the hint and sucked one nipple and then the other while his fingers played with her breasts. Latching on to her left nipple, he brought his hand down Angie’s side, opening up her robe. Stroking her side, he slowly worked his hand down to her ass. She didn’t flinch when he brought his hand up between her legs. George stroked her lightly and realized she was soaking wet. His fingers slid up and down her soft folds and gently into her pussy.
“Oh!” Angie gasped softly. “Oh my, oh!”
“Like that?” George asked as he moved to stroke her clit.