Call of the Alpha - Part 1(14)
Within seconds, he was removing her own shirt. As she helped him by stretching her arms over her head and tugging the shirt free, she watched him taking her in. His eyes were appreciative and his lips tuned up into a slight smile. It had been far too long since a man had looked at her in such a way. In fact, Jessica couldn’t ever remember feeling so desired by a single glance.
He brought her face back up to his, his kisses like fire now. The world swayed and Jessica had a hard time keeping up as he moved them on the bed. She was on her back, then on top of him. Then they knelt in front of one another and he kissed her softly, his lips leaving her mouth and traveling to her chin, then the top of her neck. Every place his mouth touched felt like it was coming alive for the first time.
She swayed gently and let out a throaty sigh as his kisses again trailed down her neck, then to her collarbone. While he slowly kissed her there, his right hand gently caressed the underside of her breast. His thumb extended and glided across her nipple. She sighed again and thought she might collapse entirely when his kisses traveled lower. She leaned into him as he kissed along the tops of her breasts. When his mouth found the rim of the left cup of her bra, she wished that he’d just tear it off. She wanted her skin pressed to his, to feel that peculiar fever that still radiated off of him.
Unable to resist feeling his skin against hers for a moment longer, she awkwardly bent down and fumbled with the waist of his sweatpants. When she tugged them down, her hand grazed his cock and, already firm, he hardened further under her touch. It was almost alarming at first due to his size, but her hand nonetheless found it promising. She took him in her hand and started to softly caress him, making a loose fist and slowly tugging up and down.
He gently took her hand and pulled it away. He grinned at her and shook his head playfully, looking up at her from the valley between her now-naked breasts.
“What?” she asked, terrified that she had perhaps taken things too far.
“This is about you,” he said. “Relax. You’ve taken care of me so well the last few days. Now let me take care of you.”
She didn’t understand the weight of what he was saying until she felt him trailing his kisses lower. He started to trace the curve of her left breast with his tongue and when he did, some spark erupted inside of her and she was nearly embarrassed at the savage lust that was tearing through her.
The way he worked his way around her body let her know that he had done this before, but that did not lessen her want for him. In fact, she found herself wondering about how alive and unnerved she felt at his touch, his kiss, his tongue, and he hadn’t even yet made it past her chest. Giddy, a delicious thought passed through her mind: If that tongue of his keeps traveling lower, I might be in some trouble…
As if reading her mind, his mouth did exactly that. With a nibble at her right nipple that flirted with the line between pleasure and pain, he pushed her back against the bed as his kisses traveled lower. His tongue flicked at the underside of her left breast and then he was at her stomach. Then her navel.
She reached down and dug her fingernails into his shoulders, coaxing him on. He placed several teasing kisses along her waist, biting gently at her hip, and then his hands tugged at the waist of the jogging shorts she had worn to bed. He removed them in one quick tug and when her sex was exposed to him, she squirmed in anticipation and nervousness. She felt her mind and nerves trying to focus on everything—his scent, his touch, the way his hair felt in her hands, the way his fully erect cock now pressed hotly against her leg—and there was nothing she could do to rein it all in. Any thoughts and worries from the last two days had melted away under his touch. She simply let her body do as it would. It was chaotic, but it was easily the most sensation she had ever felt in one single experience. Sure, she’d had lovers before, years ago in college. But what this man was doing to her—not just physically, but mentally and emotionally—obliterated those memories in a single moment of ecstasy.
She wanted him inside of her but some part of her understood that he was not interested in that right away. He was slow and methodical about his work. The way he looked at her, the way his hands eagerly, yet softly, touched her—it all clued her into the fact that he was intently focused on pleasing her. She felt this in her head, her heart, and in the place where his fingers were now gently stroking, and then sinking into her.
He leaned down and kissed her upper thigh, bringing his kisses slowly to her center. Before his mouth was even on the flushed flesh of her sex, she felt a rush of chills go through her. He kissed her so softly along her folds that it felt almost nothing more than his breath. But God, that was enough…that was more than enough.
She squirmed beneath him and he apparently felt sorry for her. He rubbed at her playfully, his fingertips barely entering her at all, just enough to let her knew what he had planned. He then used his fingers to spread her softy apart, just enough to reveal her most sensitive place, and gave her one last grin.
When he kissed her there, suddenly and deeply, she bucked as if she was going to explode. She let out a moan and before she could relax completely, he slipped a finger deep inside of her and began to kiss and lick along her cleft and her clit. After only a few strokes of his hand, she was gyrating softly against him, meeting the thrust of his fingers. As she gasped against him, his tongue worked her expertly as she dug her own fingers into his hair.
She looked down at him, watching him work, and there was something about seeing him so dedicated to her pleasure that sent her even closer to the edge. She came down to meet his finger and to apply more pressure against her just as he slipped a second finger inside of her.