Hanna gasped with surprise and a flash of pleasure as he lifted his hips, letting the head of his manhood dip slightly inside, pulsing there as Hanna’s mouth fell open on a small moan with the teasing hint of what was to come.
He slid his hand between their bodies, his thumb finding and rubbing her throbbing bud, and Hanna fell against him, dropping her head into the crook of his neck as her body went languid and soft, her hips starting to move as anamalistic need stole her senses.
Alaric gripped her hips tight, controlling her movement, stopping himself from sliding inside as her wetness coated their flesh.
“Slowly, Hanna,” he groaned, cupping her bottom with one hand and holding her waist tight with the other, guiding her down, then up, down, taking him deeper, filling her tighter as Hanna started to shake with need in his arms.
“I want to feel every slick, silken part of you,” he whispered in her ear, his voice rough and his body tense beneath her. “I want you to fuck you so slowly that you beg me to have my cock buried deep”
“Alaric-” Hanna couldn’t keep his name from her lips as he did just as he said, pressing the thick crown of his cock into her with short, slow pulses, each slight thrust smoother, a little deeper, her slick essence coating him and luring his deeper.
Hanna’s hips rocked, guiding herself down and up, searching for his thumb where it teased her, sending a flush of heat and want over her skin.
The urgent, hungry ache at her core throbbed around him as he lifted his hips and stroked deeper, just once, then held her firm with a groan of satisfactionas she squirmed to bear down and take him fully.
“You are so wet for me, Hanna. Do you want it now? Do you need me to take you, fill you with seed, make you mine forever…”
His words were like a sensual spell weaving itself through her blood, her breathe coming fast, her body trembling as theneedflared and washed over her.
“Yes, yes… Oh, please,” Hanna begged shamelessly, her nails digging into the skin of his shoulders as she arched helplessly, her body desperate to be filled.
“Hanna-” Alaric growled, taking her mouth in a hot, hungry kiss and he gripped her waist and slammed her down, letting her feel every thick inch of him with one heady thrust that made Hanna cry out with satisfaction.
But it wasn’t enough, she neededmore.
Now that Hanna had given in, her body was demanding release, her hips rolling and riding that hard length with increasing abandon as Alaric bucked up into her, words of praise whispered as he guided her down onto his cock with a possesive grip that told her he was in control, she just needed to let go.
With a growl, Alaric wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her, laying himself prone onto the bed so that he could seat her more fully, his eyes blazing with desire as he rocked her hips over him, showing her how to grind herself against the base of his cock and sending such a rush of pleasure through her that Hanna arched and rocked helplessly in his thrall.
Whimpering, desperate now, some fearful, intense feeling was curling up inside of her and Hanna took him deep and rode his cock shamelessly.
“Yes, Hanna,” he groaned, lifting her hips faster with his hands, staring down between them hungrily as he watched his cock spearing up into her with a possessive growl.
Hanna fell forward onto his chest, her hips still undulating.
“Please,” she sobbed. “You're killing me, I’m dying…”
Alaric cradled the back of her head, threading his fingers into her hair and pulling her down to rest against his chest as he thrust up into her boneless body from below.
“You can let yourself fall,” he whispered, tightening his grip, thrusting harder, urging her hips to roll over his. “I’ll catch you.”
The angle ground her perfectly against the base of his shaft, every dragging glide of his flesh through hers throwing her deeper into the abyss of pleasure as he filled her again and again, her teeth catching on the skin of his shoulder as she shuddered in bliss and came apart.
ALARIC
In the early hours of the morning, he took her again.
There in the darkness, their naked bodies entwined together, Alaric woke with a hunger for her he had never experienced before.
The lovemaking started slow, with the feel of Hanna’s soft velvet skin under his hands, her sleepy noises arousing him further as he shifted closer, her limbs loose and pliant and warm where she lay in his arms, Alaric waking her slowly from her sleep with hands hungry and insistent.
He explored the angle of her hip, the perfect dip of her waist, stroking every inch of her skin, between her legs, texting the plump curve of her arse with his calloused hands.
His cock was painfully hard by the time he pulled her bottom tight against him, threading his leg between hers and lifting her thigh so that he could slide into her from behind, a groan of satisfaction rumbling in his chest as Hanna gave a throaty, sleepy sigh and arched to take him deeper, his breath hot on the back of her neck as he started to thrust into her tight cunny.
Her flesh washot, so fucking hot and ready for him, still slick with his seed from their first coupling, so that each slippery, smooth stroke landed with a slap of skin against skin.
But Alaric wanted her wetter, wanted her soaking the sheets for him, twisting and crying out with desire and wanting.
