Page 66 of Wolf's Redemption

"Eric!" I held back my voice so as not to wake the boy. "I'm yours, and I'm only yours."

Eric kept massaging my breasts as he made me his, and I had to cover my mouth to stifle my moans.

"I like to hear you moan," he told me, speeding up the rite even more.

I removed my hands from my mouth and clenched the sheets tightly as he rammed into me wildly. I was wild, too, and wanted to moan, but I bit my lower lip hard to keep from doing so.

Eric drew up the corner of his lips and grabbed me by the hips to get more control over me.

"If you keep this up, I'm going to cum," I let him know.

He slipped his fingers into his mouth and wet them to stimulate my clit as he went deeper into my pussy. I felt a tingling that spread like water throughout my body until I couldn't take it anymore and climaxed, panting very hard.

"Shhh," Eric covered my mouth and slowed the rhythm, and I could feel myself climaxing too.

After he finished, he lay down next to me. The sun was fully up, and it was almost time to start my day.

"Where are you going?" he grabbed my hand, pulling me back to bed.

"I have to wake Elliot and make breakfast," I said.

"You take care of him. I'll make breakfast," he said, giving me a kiss and getting out of bed, and heading for the bathroom.

He came out with his face washed and dressed casually for the first time since we met.

"I left the tub filling up with hot water just the way you like it," he said, leaving the room.

I searched for the clothes I would wear in my closet, a lilac blouse and white pants with white sandals. I placed them on the bed, then jumped into the tub and took a quick bath.

I got dressed and sprayed one of the many fragrances I had on my dresser, all unique ones.

I crossed the hall and noticed that Elliot wasn't in his room. I came out and found him in his school uniform, sitting at the table while his father served him some pancakes with cream cheese and honey.

"How could you make breakfast and get Elliot dressed so quickly?" I asked him.

"I thought you dressed him," he told me, raising an eyebrow.

We both looked at our son with intrigue.

"I did it by myself. Nani taught me how to dress and fix my school stuff," he replied, proud of what he had accomplished in such a short time.

I sat down next to Eric. He was setting out my breakfast and a cup of hot coffee.

"I'll pay her double next time," I commented as we enjoyed our breakfast.

After we finished eating, I cleared the table while Eric helped me put Elliot in the car and my work tools, too. We took Eric into the school, and I introduced him to the teacher as my son’s father and felt great doing it.

Elliot, before we entered the classroom, ran back into Eric's arms. His father picked him up in his arms and wrapped him. "I want to spend more time with you," he said.

"So do I, son," he carried him to the entrance and tousled his hair before letting him go. "I love you."

I was lucky to have Eric by my side.

"Now, what will you do?" I asked him.

"Go with you to your job," he said, getting into my car. "I want to live the whole experience of your daily r routine."

I was glad to know he would be with me, but I was afraid he would be bored because, in my store, all I do is check accounts or create new fragrances.