Angie gasped and wiggled in his grasp. “Oh George,” she said softly as his touch brought her closer and closer to orgasm.
George could feel her building to release and increased his strokes against her clit. It didn’t take long before she stiffened in his arms and cried out as she orgasmed. Angie melted against his chest as she relaxed.
“Enjoy that?” he asked as she blinked owlishly at him.
“Oh yes,” she said. “But what about you? You’re still poking me,” she said with a giggle in her voice.
“Well, what do you want to do about that?” he asked.
Angie smiled and wiggled out of his arms. Undoing her bathrobe she took it off and dropped it to the floor. Turning back to George, she smiled. She ran her fingertips over his cock and watched as it bobbed and danced under her touch. George groaned. Angie brought her hand around it and then kissed the top of his cock.
“Ohhhh,” moaned George. He arched his hips towards her face and smiled when she took him in her mouth. She bobbed up and down, licking and sucking his cock. “Angie, if… if you keep that up, I’m not going to last,” he said.
Angie gave him one long lick and then kissed the top of his cock. “I want you inside of me,” she said as she straddled George’s lap. She knew he was bigger around than she’d encountered before, but that intrigued her rather than scared her. She moved so that the head of his cock was lined up with her opening and rocked back and forth as it slowly slid in.
George realized that it was a tight fit and tried to hold still as Angie moved back and forth. He grabbed her hips to help steady her. It felt so good that he wanted to drive in deep, but knew he would hurt her. She rocked back once more and he felt himself slide in as she became wetter.
“Oh George,” Angie said in a whisper. “So full…”
“Uhuh,” he nodded. It was his turn to have his brain melt. She was so tight and it felt so good. His hands went from holding her hips to helping her pump up and down on his cock. Their pace increased and he realized he wouldn’t last much longer. Too much sensation, and too much anticipation.
Angie rode up and down George’s cock. Her body delighted in the sensations he was pulling from her and she felt her orgasm burn it’s way up her spine. She gasped as she came.
George felt Angie’s orgasm pulse around his cock. He couldn’t hold back any longer. His orgasm thundered through him. George’s hands froze on her hips as he felt himself pour into her. He arched off of the bed, growling in pleasure as he came.
Angie slowly felt herself come back to earth. She melted against George’s chest and felt his arms wrap around her. She could feel her muscles contract around his cock every few seconds. Feeling far too good to move, she just lay there.
George moved Angie’s knee away from his side. She had bumped it at the very last, but he felt so good that he didn’t care. He loved that she had curled up on his chest. He pulled the quilt up over them and wrapped his arms around her. They were asleep in moments.
*
Ginny started to stretch as she woke up. Curled up in a nest of pillows, she was feeling cramped.
“Ginny, hold very still,” Patrick said quietly in her ear.
Ginny froze and then slowly opened her eyes. There at the end of the bed was a very large and shaggy wolf. His head was resting on the bed and he was watching them. Ginny could hear him wheeze as he breathed. His muzzle was gray and his eyes had that cloudy look to the edges of them.
“Buster?” Ginny said softly.
The old wolf wagged his tail slowly. Ginny moved and brought her hand near to him, even though she knew he’d already scented her. He nuzzled her fingers and then slowly crawled onto a corner of the bed. Turning around a few times, he settled down and curled up nose to tail. He snored.
“I guess it’s a good thing this is a king sized bed,” said Patrick.
“I wonder who he is, and where he comes from,” said Ginny. “He’s got to be lonely. Especially if he’s willing to come curl up on the bed.”
“Or, he figures he’ll give me a bit of a break watching you,” said Patrick.
“Why do you figure that?” asked Ginny.
“Well, because he nudged me first and then went around to your side of the bed,” said Patrick.
“Oh. Then I guess you’d better go take your break. Grab us some food and talk to Sam about Buster,” suggested Ginny.
“Will do. You hungry for anything?” Patrick asked. He had that look on his face that told Ginny she’d better eat.
“A sandwich? Peanut butter cookies? Oh, and iced tea or lemonade would be great,” said Ginny.
“Okay. I’ll be back in a bit,” he said. He grabbed his shoes and headed out the door.
*
Sam was in the lobby when Patrick got downstairs. She was cleaning up a pile of papers.
“Sam, can I get something for us to eat?” asked Patrick.
“Sure. Wondered when you two would wake up,” she said. “Come into the kitchen and help yerself.”
“Thanks Sam. Oh, and I have a question for you,” he said.
“What about?” asked Sam.
“Buster. He showed up in our suite and ‘relieved me’ for a while. He’s sleeping on the end of the bed with Ginny,” Patrick said. “Do you have any more information about him?”
“Lemme see,” Sam said as they walked back to the kitchen. “I’ve got his stuff all boxed up and in the attic. I remember his last name was Walters and he came from Montana. He said this place reminded him of home.”