He pulled his hand out, and leaned back, dragging the tank top up with him. I turned, my breasts swaying and aching for his touch. I yanked his shirt off, moistening my lips with my tongue as my gaze raked across his chest.
Words weren’t necessary; I knew what he was here for, what he wanted, and I still couldn’t believehewanted me as much as I wanted him. Before I could get lost in that fact, Alaric’s large hand cupped my chin, guiding my lips to his while his other hand slipped down my stomach, into the waistband of my shorts.
I whimpered when his fingers brushed against my sex, my thighs trembling with want. Alaric swallowed it greedily, never breaking the kiss. I felt it everywhere, and it seared. My heart pounded as he slipped two of his fingers inside.
“You’re so wet,” he growled, pressing his forehead to mine and dragging in a ragged breath as his fingers glided in and out.
Gasping, I broke away, trying to catch my breath. Alaric pulled my shorts down over my hips, and I kicked them off, tugging at his belt impatiently, desperate to unwrap every inch of him. His hands moved to cover mine, and he helped me unclasp the buckle. I dragged the zipper down, but before I could push them completely off his hips, he stopped me long enough to remove his boots and pick me up.
My legs locked around his hips, and I could feel his hardness through the thin material of his boxer briefs. Shamelessly, I pressed down, grinding against his thick tip. The thin material of his boxer briefs easing the ache a little, but if he didn’t get inside of me soon, I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to stop myself from screaming with frustration.
Alaric grunted, sounding just as tortured as I felt. “How strong is your table?” he asked, heading in that direction.
“Not very,” I said regrettably. It was a particleboard table, and I didn’t trust it to support my cat’s weight—let alone ours.
Alaric let out a low chuckle and turned, walking down the hallway to my bedroom, carrying me like I weighed nothing.
He set me down on the mattress and stood, grabbed his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans, and pulled out a strip of condoms before he kicked them the rest of the way off. I leaned forward, pushing his boxer briefs over his hips, eager to help him.
The tip of his cock was already glistening with precum, and I drew him into my mouth eagerly, my tongue swirling around the crown. He let out a noise caught somewhere between a moan and a growl as I worked him in and out of my mouth. It was the most erotic song, and my veins thrummed with power.
“If you don’t stop that, I’m going to come.”
I pulled away, keeping one hand on his throbbing cock, and using the other to cup his balls. He moaned, and I looked up at him, my lips curving into a wicked smile. “You say it like it’s a bad thing.”
I felt like a goddess, and it had everything to do with him. Bringing a man like him to the brink of pleasure, having that kind of power—it was intoxicating. So was the way he looked at me, the way he touched me.
Alaric chuckled, using his fingers to angle my chin up, forcing me to meet his eyes. They sparkled like an open flame, and my breath caught in my lungs. “I want to be inside you when I come.”
His heady words and the look in his eyes when he said them made my heart skip a beat.
“Fair enough,” I managed, leaning back and watching as he slipped a condom on. I collapsed against the mattress, my legs falling open in welcome.
He crawled over top of me, settling between my thighs. He paused for a breath, before taking me with one deep thrust, sliding into me with ease.
My walls tightened around him, and I could feel him pulsing in response. “Fuck,” he hissed, drawing out the word.
Before I could form a response, he pulled out, then thrust forward again. He picked up the pace, fucking me with a steady rhythm. My nails raked against his back, urging him on, and each hard, sure thrust brought me closer to climax. My toes curled, and I let out a pleasured whimper as the first orgasm rocked through me.
13
Unspoken Revelations
Alaric
Gwen’s eyes fluttered shut with bliss. My jaw clenched as I fought my own orgasm off as long as I could, butChristshe was responsive, and after three more thrusts, I couldn’t hold it off any longer.
Her nails dug into my lower back, and my balls tightened almost painfully. I drew out once more, slamming into her again, thrusting as far as I could go and moaning out my release into her neck.
“So, you liked the sexy selfie I take it?” she asked a moment later, her voice somewhat muffled, and I realized then I was probably crushing her.
Chuckling a little, I pulled out and rolled over. Removing the condom, I tied it off. “Yeah, I liked it. Feel free to send more.”
“Maybe I will,” she said, a mischievous smile on her face. She sat up, glancing at the alarm clock on her end table while I stood and walked across the hallway to the bathroom to toss out the condom. “Are you hungry?” she asked when I returned, biting her lip.
“I could eat,” I replied, my eyes dropping to her sweet pussy.
“I mean actual food.” She laughed before sitting up the rest of the way. “I forgot to eat dinner.”
