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Paws, Whiskers, and Whispered Desires - part 2
Days turn into weeks, and your bond with Wednesday strengthens.
Each shared glance, each brush of hands, sends a jolt of anticipation coursing through your veins.
You find yourself drawn to him in ways you never expected - the way he listens intently when you speak, the genuine interest he shows in your life and experiences, his infectious laughter that brings warmth to even the darkest of days.
As you spend more time together at the shelter and beyond, it becomes increasingly clear that there’s something special growing between you - a connection that transcends mere friendship and hints at the possibility of so much more.
One day, after a particularly hard rescue, Wednesday pulls you into a comforting hug.
His musky scent, his warmth enveloping you, sends your heart racing.
You’ve never felt such a strong sense of security in another person’s embrace before, and it takes everything within you to not melt completely into him.
As you stand there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world around you fades away - all that remains is the comforting presence of this man who understands you like no one else.
“You were amazing today,” he whispers, his breath tickling your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
The sincerity in his voice wraps itself around you, warming you from within.
His words touch something deep inside that you didn’t know was there - a yearning for appreciation and validation, a desire to be seen and understood by someone who truly cares.
His hands linger on your waist, his body pressing gently against yours.
The air between you crackles with unspoken desire.
You can feel the heat radiating from his skin as it brushes against yours - an electrifying sensation that sends a wave of longing crashing through you.
All thoughts of keeping things professional flee in the face of this overwhelming attraction, leaving only the knowledge that you need to be closer to him.
As if reading your mind, Wednesday’s hands begin to explore - tracing the curves of your hips, fingers teasingly grazing the outline of your breasts.
Your body responds instinctively, arching into his touch as a moan escapes your lips.
In that moment, all pretense falls away and you’re left with nothing but raw, unfiltered desire for this man who has captured your heart so completely.
His hands continue their journey upwards, cupping your breasts tenderly before giving them a firm squeeze.
You gasp at the unexpected pleasure that ripples through your body - your nipples hardening in response to his touch as your core begins to throb with desire.
Wednesday’s lips find yours, and you eagerly part your own for him, seeking the connection, the passion that only he can provide.
As your tongues dance together, his hands move lower - fingers tracing the waistband of your jeans before dipping beneath to tease the soft skin of your lower abdomen.
You shiver at the touch, your body aching for more as you feel yourself growing wetter with anticipation.
Wednesday’s lips leave yours and begin their descent - hot, wet kisses trailing down your neck and across your collarbone.
He sucks gently on your skin before moving lower still, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh of your breasts.
“Oh God,” you moan as he captures one nipple between his lips, tongue swirling around it in teasing circles.
You can feel your body trembling with need, desperate for more of his touch - his hands, his mouth, his hardness pressed against you.
Wednesday takes mercy on you and moves lower still, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your jeans to find the damp heat waiting for him there.
As he teases the entrance to your core with gentle strokes, you can’t help but moan his name - a plea for more, a desperate cry for release from the arousal that is threatening to consume you entirely.
Wednesday obliges, his fingers slipping inside of you, seeking out your most sensitive spots as he drives you towards the brink of ecstasy.
“You’re so wet,” he growls in your ear, the dirty talk sending another wave of arousal crashing through you.
“I need to taste you.” He pulls back, leaving you on the edge, desperate for more as his lips find yours once again.
This time, though, there is no sweetness - only passion and hunger as he devours your mouth, tongue sliding sensually against yours.
You feel yourself slipping further into the haze of desire that has enveloped you both.
Your hands move to his belt buckle, fingers fumbling in their eagerness to free him from his own clothing and feel his hardness against your skin.
Wednesday’s hands guide yours, helping you undo each button and zip until he is finally naked before you - a vision of raw masculinity that takes your breath away.
His cock stands proudly erect between the two of you, and you can’t help but reach out to touch him - fingers gently encircling his shaft as you feel its heat against your skin.
Wednesday moans at your touch, hips involuntarily thrusting forward in search of more friction, more pleasure.
As your hands continue their exploration, you feel the moment stretch out before you - an endless expanse of desire and anticipation that seems almost too good to be true.
This man, this connection, this passionate union that has blossomed between you both…
it’s everything you’ve ever wanted and so much more.
“We should…
we should clean up,” you stammer, pulling away reluctantly.
But the look in his eyes tells you he felt it too - the spark, the connection.
Your body aches for release, but the memory of this moment will sustain you until you can be together again - two souls burning brightly with a desire that knows no bounds.
You both stand there for a moment, lost in each other’s eyes, as you feel the electricity that pulses between you.
The tension that has been building finally reaches its breaking point, and it takes mere seconds before your bodies are pressed together - hands exploring, lips seeking out warmth and comfort in this whirlwind of desire.
Your fingers glide over the hard planes of his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles as you feel them flex beneath your touch.
The sensation sends a jolt of longing through your body that leaves you shivering with anticipation.
Wednesday’s hands find their way to your waist, pulling you even closer, if that’s even possible.
His lips move down, trailing hot kisses along the column of your neck, and you can’t help but moan his name in response - a plea for more, a call for him to take you higher still.
As the dance continues, the rhythm of your breathing becomes matched, hearts beating wildly as you both lose yourself in this moment of pure passion.
Wednesday’s hands slide lower, and he gives your ass a gentle squeeze before moving them around to your front, where they come to rest on your hips.
His fingers dig into the soft flesh there, sending shivers down your spine as you feel his grip tighten, holding you in place.
In that moment, he pulls back slightly and gazes deep into your eyes, searching for something, a sign of permission perhaps - an affirmation that this is what you both want.
You can hardly believe how far things have progressed, but the look in his eyes tells you everything you need to know: this is real, this is happening, and there’s no turning back now.
“I can’t…
I can’t hold back anymore,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice thick with desire as his hands move up your body once again - resting briefly on your breasts before moving higher still to cup your face gently in his hands.
He leans in closer, and you feel the heat of his breath against your skin as he whispers, “Then don’t.”
It is all the encouragement he needs.
His lips find yours once again, this time with an intensity that takes your breath away.
The passion between you both ignites, a raging fire that threatens to consume everything in its path.
Your hands roam over his body, desperate to touch every inch of him - to claim him as yours and never let go.
Wednesday’s lips move lower still, trailing kisses down your neck before finding the soft skin of your breasts.
He teases each nipple with his tongue, circling them gently before giving them a gentle tug with his teeth that sends shivers through your body.
You feel yourself growing wetter with each touch, desperate for more as he continues his exploration - hands roaming over the curves of your hips and ass, lips finding their way to the tender spot behind your knee where you know he can make you weak with just a kiss.
As he moves lower still, you feel his warm breath against the wet heat between your thighs, sending an intense wave of anticipation through your body.
He parts them gently, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your jeans to find the dampness that awaits him there - evidence of your desire for him and this moment.
Your breathing quickens as he teases you, stroking your entrance with gentle circles before moving lower still to find the most sensitive spot on your body.
His fingers dance over your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through you as you moan his name in response - a plea for more, a desperate cry for release from the arousal that is threatening to consume you entirely.
“You’re so wet,” he growls in your ear, the dirty talk sending another wave of arousal crashing through you.
“I need to taste you.” Without further warning, he pulls back, leaving you on the edge - desperate for more as his lips find yours once again.
This time, though, there is no sweetness; only passion and hunger as he devours your mouth, tongue sliding sensually against yours.
You feel yourself slipping further into this haze of desire that has enveloped you both - a moment stretching out before you, an endless expanse of lust, anticipation, and the promise of pleasure yet to come.
Your hands move to his belt buckle, fingers fumbling in their eagerness to free him from his clothing and feel his hardness against your skin.
Wednesday’s hands guide yours, helping you undo each button and zip until he is finally naked before you - a vision of raw masculinity that takes your breath away.
His cock stands proudly erect between the two of you, and you can’t help but reach out to touch him - fingers gently encircling his shaft as you feel its heat against your skin.
Wednesday moans at your touch, hips involuntarily thrusting forward in search of more friction, more pleasure.
The moment stretches on, and you know that this is only the beginning - a slow burn that will lead to an explosive release neither of you could have imagined.
Together, you will explore each other’s bodies, desires, and fantasies like never before, pushing the boundaries of pleasure until you both reach a state of ecstasy unlike any other.
As the tension mounts, you can feel yourself getting closer to the edge - aching for release but knowing that it is still just out of reach.
Wednesday’s hands move over your body, exploring every inch as he prepares you for what’s to come.
His fingers find their way back to your clit, and with each stroke, you can feel the fire burning hotter within you - threatening to consume you both until there is nothing left but raw passion and unbridled desire.
And then, just as you think you cannot take it any longer, he pulls away, leaving you gasping for breath, your body trembling with anticipation.
His eyes meet yours, dark with desire, and you know…things are about to change.
The world around you fades away as the slow burn continues, each touch, each kiss, driving you closer to the precipice of pleasure - a place where nothing else matters but the passion that connects you both in this moment of pure ecstasy.