Call of the Alpha - Part 1(15)
She gasped. The extra sensation of fullness had her orgasm building fast. It seemed to build from the very center of her and later she would wonder if she’d ever experienced anything that had built for so long and with such ferocity. When she finally came, she was biting back screams, sure that her mind was cracking down the center as the world fell away from beneath her.
Her orgasm exploded and made every fiber within her body stretch and then sag. Unable to hold the moans of pleasure in any longer, she let out a noise that was far too close to a scream for her comfort. She tried to bite it back, but it was useless. As she rode the last of her pleasure out, he slowed his motions, and gently kissed her along her neck, her face, and finally her lips.
When he straightened and kneeled again, she saw his cock, still stiff and inviting. She instantly wanted to return the favor, not quite sure whether she would fit him all in her mouth. As it turned out, she didn’t have to worry about that. He was still far too intent on making sure that she was satisfied.
He reached to her, grabbing her firmly by her hips and sliding her closer to him. She reached down and ran her hand over the head of his cock, finding it even hotter than the rest of his body. She wanted to do so many things to him, blushing slightly as she realized that some of it she had never really even thought of wanting to do before. But she couldn’t decide which she wanted to do first.
But as it turned out, he had already made the decision for her.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, lying down next to her and placing the head of his penis against her still-trembling sex. This was not foreplay or teasing. He was genuinely asking what she wanted.
“God, yes,” she said. “Please.”
He nodded and gave her a smile. He leaned down over her and she felt him pushing against her. Nearly overcome with sensation, at the last moment she realized that he was indeed completely naked. Holding a finger against his lips to still him, she quickly rolled over and fetched the little foil packet from her bedside drawer. It might have been awhile, but her training as a health professional ensured she always had a couple on hand.
Jessica opened the condom, ignoring the man’s somewhat bemused expression, and rolled it over his length. “Should be safe and all…” she murmured, her voice fading away as he swept her up in his arms again.
When the tip of him had barely slid inside of her, she suddenly tensed with worry. It wasn’t just his size, but the knowledge that her body was still quivering from the orgasm she’d just ridden out. She didn’t know if she could do that again, if her body would respond again so quickly. She wasn’t sure if—
But then he slid himself fully inside of her and she knew that she was going to find out. By the time he had provided a few long, slow strokes, her fears were extinguished. This felt too good to not lead anywhere.
As her pleasure built, she cried out with each thrust, urging him on as he picked up the pace. Echoes of her first orgasm were still ringing out through her body and that echo seemed to grow louder with every movement. He obeyed her non-verbal commands and she was once again astounded by how in tune with her body he was. It was almost as if he was reading her mind. When she wanted a teasing and slow series of strokes, he provided it within three seconds of the thought. And when she wanted him to grab her hips and thrust harder, he obliged with the same eerie speed.
She looked up at him, his body pushed slightly up above hers, and tried to see everything she could at once. She ran her hands over his chest, her fingernails digging in slightly. He tensed at the feel of it and she could not help but draw her head up to kiss him again.
She was still kissing him when her second orgasm came slamming through her body out of nowhere. She cried out against his mouth and drew him down closer to her, their bodies tight together. Her hips bucked madly as she met each thrust. She felt him tensing up just as the second wave of impossible pleasure started to die down.
Somehow, she found her voice. She grabbed his arms and said, “Please. Let me.”
He seemed confused at first, but she pulled back and felt him come out of her. She wanted it back at once, so she was quick about it. She got to her knees, guiding him down onto his back, and sat on top of him. She took him in her hand and although she wanted to tease and please him as he had done, she could not wait to have him back inside of her.
Now kneeling over him, she slid him in slowly and settled in. They both sighed heavily as she started to work, rocking back and forth on top of him. She started slowly at first, but as she watched the pleasure spread across his face, those icy eyes hooked into hers, she sped up. Before she knew it, she was working hard against him and he was meeting her with each movement.
She felt his grip on her hips tighten and saw him tensing up. “Yes?” she asked.
He nodded and let out an excited, “Yes.”
She felt his stomach tighten and it caused such a joy in her to know that she was pleasing him in return that she felt a third orgasm flooding through her. Oh, my God, are you serious?
This she had never experienced with anyone else. But when her orgasm came pulsing through her like fire, there was nothing funny about it. She cried out and almost fell back down on top of him. He gave his final thrust just before he came too, holding her hips flush to his body as he continued to thrust, emptying himself inside of her, and the sensation extended her own orgasm out into an almost excruciating sort of pleasure.
After a long moment, even as the most intense pleasure died away, she continued to rock against him, crying out softly each and every time their bodies collided. She realized then that she was shuddering. She wrapped her arms around him, her fingers etching along the area where those healed claw marks should have been. But those were also gone now, leaving nothing more than his perfect flesh.