And I knew, he could’ve chosen another woman to be here. Playing the role of wife. But he didn’t have to make that woman coffee and destroy her on the kitchen counter while she begged for more.
“Can I trust you?” he asked me.
I found my voice. “Yes.”
I thought I felt a shudder of relief through his body as he breathed.
Then he kissed me. For a long, long time. Like he wasn’t going to leave it at that. The moment of vulnerability passed. It was raw and hot and hungry as our lips devoured one another, as he screwed me slowly with his tongue.
It was still new, when we kissed, and oddly thrilling, comforting and so hot, I shivered as his hands snaked under my dress again. Telling me this wasn’t just a kiss.
He caressed my nipples, stroked with his warm fingers, twisted and tugged a little, blurring all the lines in my mind.
The kiss, so deep and intimate it was convoluted with emotion I wasn’t supposed to be feeling right now.
His tongue, so hot and forceful in my mouth, lapping at mine like he was claiming me with every deep stroke. Like he was pushing just to see how much I could take. And how far he could push before I’d break.
His fingers on my nipples teasing, stoking the fire, making me moan and whimper into his mouth. Making me need him again. Daring me to push him away and stop this.
Neither of us did.
Then he pushed my dress up over my breasts, baring them, and pulled away from my mouth. He lifted my breasts in his palms and I arched my back, wanting my nipples right where they ended up. In his hot mouth. One, then the other. Back and forth, he laved them with his tongue. He stroked softly with his teeth, drawing each nipple into a taut, hungry point. Then he licked again, gently, bathing each one in warmth.
All the while, his hips remained pressed to mine, my thighs wrapped around him. His cock stayed buried inside me. Like it was mine now.
Like he didn’t even care if I kept it.
Because he planned to keep giving it to me anyway.
Then he sucked my nipples into his mouth again, one by one. A slow, deep suck, until they were humming with want. And I was gushing wet again. My hips wriggled with need. My pussy clamped down helplessly on his dick and I moaned.
He drifted his mouth from one breast to the other, kissing, before suddenly looking up and meeting my eyes. He licked again. Sucked one throbbing tip into his mouth until I shuddered a little. I was suffering a blissful torture in his mouth and I never wanted it to stop. Then he released the sweet pressure, and teased me with his teeth again.
Then he drifted his thumbs over my nipples, flicking them gently and making me moan.
Like he was just showing me how swollen my breasts were in his hands as he gently squeezed. How hard my nipples were under the commanding brush of his thumbs. How they throbbed when he did it again; drifting his thumb, then his tongue over one of them.
Like he was just demonstrating for me one of the many ways he could stoke that fire in me. Showing me how hot I was for him. How desperate I was, right now, for his touch, even when he’d just made me come all over this dick.
Twice.
His hands slipped away from my breasts and my dress stayed where it was, bunched up above my chest. My nipples were still throbbing, dark and swollen.
He withdrew, pulling out, leaving me empty.
His heated gaze drifted down over my naked body, slowly, as he studied every inch, and I just let him. I wanted his eyes on me. I wanted him to look at me like that.
Like he wanted me.
He stood over me for a moment, like a conquering villain, just looking. He’d just ravaged me and all I wanted wasmore.
We both knew it.
In that moment, I was totally his. Naked and spread out for him. Open and empty.
And webothwanted it that way.
I’d never had alpha sex. Not like this. I’d never let a man conquer me like he just did.
