The wolf felt obliged to comply. After all she was his mate and if she wanted him to touch her, who was he to refuse. Not wanting to give the impression he was lazy he decided to help her, by ripping off his shirt and tossing it away, landing awefully close to the still warm frying pan. she seemed to have the removal of his pants under control, so he next set about removing her clothes as well. with a hearty pull her ripped his shirt form her body and threw it over her shoulder. The pants were only slightly more of an obstacle, but were soon pooled on the floor beneath them.<br/><br/>The whole time he had been slowly almost imperceptibly moving her closer to the table and now her hips bumped against it. Eying her hungrily he lifted her by the ass up onto the edge of the table. Figuring she was already hot enough melt butter he decided to skip foreplay.<br/><br/>Spreading her legs as wide as he could and her hips barely on the edge of the table he slid himself to her entrance and plunged himself deep into her sex. Hands on her ankles keeping her spread he Bounced his hips rocking back and forth with his cock buried to the hilt in her pussy.