Find Me Alastar(37)

His tongue burns me the minute it touches me, and he rips my legs back to the bench. Unable to control himself any longer, he lets go and really starts to eat me. I sit up on my elbows as I watch the gorgeous man’s head bob up and down between my legs, and when he bites my clitoris, I get dizzy. Is it the alcohol fog or the loss of blood to my brain? I will never know, but this is the hottest thing I have ever seen.

He is fully dressed in a suit and on his knees across a kitchen bench burying his face between my legs.

“Yes,” he growls into me. “You taste so good.”

Oh… God. I drop my head back as my pleasure takes over, the orgasm ripping through every part of me and forcing my body forward violently.

And then he kisses me softly, tenderly and I feel myself become emotional. I have to close my eyes to block out the emotion.

What the hell is this?

My haunted eyes meet his again for just a moment before he tears his gaze away from mine and drops his head to my neck.

Is it the alcohol?

“I need you,” he whispers as he removes his suit jacket. “I need your body around mine.”

Oh, yes. I regain my composure and stand to rip his jacket from his shoulders. I want him. I want him inside of me now. I unbutton his shirt in double quick time and am rewarded with the sight of his perfect torso.

Naturally athletic and with a scattering of dark hair across his chest, he has the most beautiful olive skin that contrasts against his white shirt. I unzip his pants and drop them down his legs. No words are required. I know he needs this as much as I do.

His black jocks do nothing to hide his arousal; his hard cock is sitting well above the waistband.

He’s big.

He’s f*cking perfect.

It’s my turn to lead. I slide his pants down his legs and he throws his head back as I roll his testicles in my hand. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a man. I’ve missed this. ………. although my previous boyfriend was nothing like this. Not comparable really. This man is a species all of his own.

I lead him to my bedroom and flick on the lamp as I sit him on my window seat. He stays silent, watching me intently as I saunter around naked apart from my stockings. I kneel before him and kiss his thick shaft. He smells divine and the pre-ejaculate is dripping from the end of him. I take him in my mouth and he sighs in pleasure. Thank God he got me off first. At least I can concentrate on the job at hand now.

I flick my tongue over the end of his shaft. He smiles darkly and grabs the back of my head then forces me down. His two hands are resting on the back of my head as he starts to roll his hips and ride my mouth, my eyes closing in pleasure. I’ve never had this before—had a man that was so blatantly sexual that nothing else matters but us. It’s addictive and damn dangerous to my sanity.

He loses control and stands as his hands hold my head with pressure. He begins to really f*ck my mouth.

God, I’m so hot for this.

“You look so f*cking perfect there on your knees,” he whispers darkly.

I can do nothing but look up at him and as he looks down at me something changes between us. The tectonic plates move and I feel my world crash to a halt. He stops, frozen as if he feels it, too. His haunted eyes stare down at me and I frown. His fingertips gently cup my face. “Emmaline,” he whispers.

What is this and how have I ever lived without it?

He sits down on the bench seat and pulls me over him. “Kiss me.”

I straddle over his legs and bend and kiss him, but instead of being the animalistic kiss I am expecting, it’s tender. It’s intimate.

“Ride me, my love,” he whispers.

I kneel on either side of him and he directs his shaft to my opening, he slides it back and forth through my dripping flesh and we both groan out in pleasure. This is going to be so good.

He grabs my hips and positions me over him. Fear overwhelms me.

“It’s been a long time. Please be careful with me,” I whisper.

His lips take mine and he pulls me onto him, swaying me from side to side to try and work his way in. My mouth hangs open.

“Kiss me,” he whispers in desperation.

I kiss him as his body pushes into mine, but he’s so big he can’t even get in.

“Relax, Em,” he whispers against my lips. “It won’t hurt, I promise.”

And just the sound of him gently whispering my name is all it takes for my body to open up and let him slide deep into his home.

We stay frozen. I’m shocked at the size and intensity of this god, but I think he is holding off from orgasming. My head is starting to spin and I know it’s the alcohol, but damn, this is the best drinking session of all time.

I gently lift myself up and feel the intensity of his possession. “You okay?” he whispers against my cheek.

“Yes,” I breathe.

I lift again and he grabs my hips for support before he slowly starts to lift me up and down.

He’s so big, and the burn that’s coming from between my legs is damn near electric.

“You okay?” he asks again in a breath.

I nod and regain my own ability to speak. This sex is ridiculous. It’s all consuming. How does a girl ever recover from sex like this?

“Go,” I breathe. “Fuck me.”

He groans in pleasure and picks me up without hesitation, slamming me back down and forcing my mouth open as his dark eyes are fix on mine. He lifts me up and down as I take everything he has to offer, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room.