Slightly shorter chapter here and very little explicit content. All part of a well rounded book! “Book” 😅🤣 Hilarious even saying that but hey that’s what we’re calling it. Hope Thursday night is nothing but good! 💜🖤💜

Chapter 6

Frida lay sprawled out on the bed, spent and satisfied. Her arm draped across his chest as her cheek lay softly, just below his shoulder. He traced the skin on her forearm with his fingers, feeling satisfied and content himself. Just under the covers he could feel her moisture on his thigh as the humid heat emanated from between her legs, her thigh wrapped around his. Ulf soaked in the moment, showing every sign you'd expect to see from a content wolf. Frida's arm rose and fell with the wolf's gently rising and falling chest. His eyes, closed but awake. Frida's head, nestled in closely so he could smell her hair with every breath he took. Every part of his body, completely relaxed.

This was not a feeling Ulf was used to feeling on a regular basis, his head and the world around him often wound up in loosely tamed chaos. On the nights his bed was empty and Frida's warmth was far away, his head would get loud as the house was quiet and the sounds of the city outside his windows changed. Both his past and his genetics played a roll in fueling the self created chaos within his head, but he was always working to grow and work *with* the natural workings of his head...not against it. Frida gave a natural, powerful, and obvious amount of comfort, in simple ways that calmed the sea in his head so effectively. To him, she was better than any drug the world could offer, medicinal or otherwise.

"I will return to this moment in my head, countless times," Ulf said, his eyes remaining shut.

Frida's arm woke upon hearing that and she began running her fingers through his chest hair, her lips curling gently into a silent smile. "I'm glad to have you countless times," she said simply, continuing to smile.

"I've only got another half hour before I need to shower and get ready for the flight back...I don't want to do anything but lay here and discuss plans for my return flight next week," Ulf spoke quietly. To those who knew him best, his tone was obviously different in this relaxed moment than his usual daily tone of voice. Something rarely heard by anyone but Frida. Ulf's usual tone was not something harshly based, but it *was* more direct, blunt, and serious.

“What kind of plans do you mean,” she said, her grin obvious to the wolf’s ears.

“Well,” he said, while sliding his arm down so his fingers could find the small of her back, ”I’d like to take you out for another fancy dinner at a place where the menu is filled with foods I can’t pronounce, maybe a show at The Pomenade, and whatever else we might get up to after.” He dropped a mostly gentle smack on her bare tush, grinning himself.

“Dinner and a show! Then after, maybe a bit of a show and you have me for second dinner,” her lips curled further yet, revealing the naughty intentions housed in her angelic exterior.

“All of that sounds like a plan. One thing I’m seriously looking forward to as the next year unfolds, is talking and discussing with you while I’m away during the week, figuring out how to best enjoy each other’s time on our weekends. In both nice and naughty fashion. Exploration of each other’s brains and bodies,” Ulf said gently, speaking from his heart.

“All of that sounds so good. Take me out then take me home and do whatever you want to me, I know my pleasure is your priority,” Frida said, finally opening her eyes. She turned to his face and kissed him gently on the cheek. The softest, yet most powerful touch Ulf had ever experienced. Her lips, resting gently on his cheek. The wolf growled ever so softly, feeling every bit of the content feelings she put into his body through osmosis.

“I know I said a half hour…..but what say we make it twenty minutes and spend that extra ten on a longer shower. Get our bodies under the nice warm water and see if we can’t make the most of it,” Ulf asked, still tracing his fingers around the small of her back.

Frida said nothing, but simply sat up. Her hand found his soft cock and she pulled gently. “I’ll lead the way, let’s see if your hard by the time we get there,” her lips curled to reflect the thoughts in her head as she lead her wolf to the bathroom, using the leash between his legs.

“I don’t think there’s any question on that, but let’s find out together,” he growled, certain he’d let out a howl by the time they finished showering.