Some close-ups show only my chest, dotted with water droplets or grains of sand clinging to my nipples, lit with soft golden light that gives the images a sensual, and artistic feel.
"Wow," Eliano murmurs. "You really do look good. Like a pro model!"
"Right?" Hugh asks, clearly seeking confirmation that his selection of photos is perfect. "Salt has a perfect body for this kind of shots!"
"Couldn’t agree more. You had a good idea," Eliano finally gives him what he wants, and Hugh visibly preens.
Eventually Hugh leaves, reassured that everything looks perfect.
After that, I let myself sit beside Eliano, who is holding the album as if he just couldn’t let go of it, so we quietly go through it together one more time.
Eliano’s gaze stops on one particular photo, one where I am lying on my stomach, the shot taken almost at sand level. My pale ass, the fabric of my speedos tugged up, looks, if I am being honest, pretty damn yummy.
"You really are… attractive," he says in a rough voice.
He slowly turns toward me, and I see that dark fire of desire in his eyes again.
"Are you sore?"
I lift an eyebrow.
"Wow, you’re really direct."
"I go after what I want."
Without my permission, heat rushes to my cheeks.
"Maybe a little," I admit, "but nothing that can’t be worked through, if you, you know, make me happy about it."
His eyes have this crazy intensity about them.
My heart pounds, heat floods my body, and I have the distinct feeling that my skin is about to catch fire.
And then I finally decide to do it, totally on purpose, fully aware of the consequences. I let out a sweet, melodic call. This time it actually comes out really well. Holy shit, am I starting to communicate in AO for real?
It’s the clear call asking him to spend my heat with me.
Eliano’s pupils go wide.
Yeah, I guess I played spot on his primal alpha instincts.
In a split second, he grabs me around the waist, shoves me toward the bed, and yanks my pants off.
My breath hitches.
Eliano grabs my thighs and lifts them high, so my head and shoulders rest on the bed while my ass is raised, offered right in front of the alpha’s face, and he immediately buries his wet, swirling tongue inside me…
Dear Fate. It feels incredible. He’s definitely ‘making me happy about it’!
I arch, I tremble, I need more, more. I simply adore his tongue there, what a bliss…
"Do you like rimming me?" I blurt out, because suddenly I have to know. I want to hear everything about his obsession with my hole. Yeah, I’m weird like that, so what? It feels amazing.
"Very much. Your hole is so pretty, perfect, but… is it only mine?"
That question brings up a whole mess of possible answers, some of them thrilling, tugging at something primal deep inside me.
"Yes," I answer, because it is the simplest, most instinctive response, and the one Iwantto give him. Something inside me demands it.
