We had been “together” for maybe a week. The sexual tension between us was ridiculous- but we hadn’t so much as kissed. We were working on a project in our school’s media center, and, as usual, I was doing my level best to drive him insane with my, ah, charms. I casually put my hand on his thigh. He stiffened, and slowly turned to look at me.
"Can I help you?” he said, pretending to be annoyed. He was doing a bad job.
I grinned innocently, pretended to think about it, and said, “I dunno…maybe.” The grin shifted, turned into a predatory smile of the sort that I knew would drive him mad. True to form, he shuddered and looked away, growling under his breath.
I upped my game, leaning closer to him and putting my elbow on his thigh and my hand on his chest, making it impossible for him to ignore me. “Problems?” I asked sweetly.
"Yes. You." was the typical response. He was staring resolutely at his computer screen, but I could tell every nerve in his body was focused on me.
For all my flirting, I was shaking with nervousness. I kept talking to him, saying…something, I forget what- something inane, something trivial, and as I spoke, I leaned closer to him. He was facing me now, no longer faking an interest in the computer. His expression said that his brain and his dick were having an argument about whether or not to push me away. Judging by the bulge in his pants, his dick was winning.
I leaned still closer, my face inches from his. “Do you have any idea how deliciously tempting you smell, right now?” He said softly, so that no one else would hear.
The sound of his voice went straight to my pussy, bringing a new surge of wetness. I licked my lips. I knew he had a wolf’s nose- he was the only person I’d ever met with a better sense of smell than mine. It was one of my favorite things about him, and I wondered if he could smell my arousal as clearly as I could. Slowly, deliberately, I spread my legs, shifting so that one was off the chair. His eyes darted from my face to my crotch, and his expression turned hungry. “Mmmmm,” I sighed, breathing his warm, musky scent.
I put my head on his shoulder, ignoring his sudden return to stiffness, and breathed deeply. I left a small kiss on his neck and followed it with another at his jaw, and another at the corner of his mouth. His beard tickled my face. We were both breathing in short gasps, our mouths slightly open. My lips lingered at the corner of his mouth, waiting. When I felt him turn toward me, I moved. Our lips brushed each other- barely touching, slowly moving past each other-I felt his heartbeat, felt his quickened breath, felt his warm hand at my waist, smelled him- I don’t know if our kiss lasted five seconds or thirty, but he was the first to pull back. I wasn’t going to have that, and I followed him, meeting his lips with mine again, this time kissing him properly. His tongue flicked out and brushed against my lips. I gasped and automatically parted them a little, meeting his tongue with mine. They brushed together as our lips did, slowly, uncertainly. I let out a tiny whimper, and right then, he stiffened again and jerked back.
Panting heavily, he said, “We can’t…make out…in the library. There are people watching.” People who might see and make a fuss if he lost control and took me roughly on the table. Which he had being dying to do since the day he first smelled me, according to him. That was why he was so stiff. So controlled. No matter…I would make him relax, one way or another. I smiled and kissed him again, just a quick brush of the lips, before he pushed me back into my chair. I let him, because he was smiling too”