Page 38 of Madam Alana

Leapt right into his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist,my arms circling his broad shoulders, and I planted my mouth onto his. I kissedhim with everything I had in me. I left nothing behind. Giving all that I was,all that I would be, and all that I dreamed of being to him.

He took it willingly, kissing me with a ferocity andintensity that I hadn’t yet experienced. And then we were moving, up a set ofstairs, down a long hall, and through a pair of double doors. It all passed byme in a blur of quick steps as I kissed, licked, and nipped at my husband’sneck and lips.

Before long, I was being laid down on a cloud of blankets.

Christophe’s eyes blazed with desire as he panted whilehovering over me. “Are you sure?”

I reached out my arms, wanting his body pressing me into thecomfortable bed. “I’ve never wanted anything more. Make love to me, husband.” Iran my fingers through his floppy dark layers, gliding my nails lightly overhis scalp. “My Christo…”

His mouth came down to mine in an instant and he kissed medeeply. Arousal tore through my body and pooled between my thighs. My toescurled as his hands wandered up and over my aching breasts. He squeezed andmolded them like clay as I arched into his touch.

He eased back and undid a few buttons of his dress shirtbefore tugging it up and over his head. The undershirt was much easier and wasquickly tossed to the side. His toned chest had a sprinkling of black hair thatI placed my hands on and ran my fingers through, testing the packed musclebeneath. His abdominals were slightly boxed yet still somewhat soft, showing heworked to keep a healthy fitness level, but it surely wasn’t priority overliving life to its fullest. I’d experience his love of food and drinkfirsthand—something I too appreciated.

He toyed with the edge of my shirt, but I wasn’t having it.I reached down and ripped the item of clothing over my head. His eyes lit withdelight as he stared down at my heaving, lace-covered chest. I thankfullyhappened to be wearing the black matching bra and panty set, giving me a bit offeminine pride and confidence in the package he unwrapped.

He traced the lace covering my breasts, teasing a fingerbeneath the fabric in an enticing manner. Then his face came down and kissedand licked along the fleshy globes, tugging down one cup to capture a darknipple between his lips. I sighed as the pleasure became acute the longer heteased and sucked the peak, switching from one to the other, making sure bothhad equal play.

I was a mess of sensations and emotions. One minute sighingat each new bit of skin he touched, and then greedily clutching at him to comecloser, to give me more.

Christophe acted as though he had all the time in the world,slowly unbuttoning my jeans and easing a hand between them and my panties tocup my bare sex.

I gasped and thrust my hips as he finally slid a fingerinside me, his hand moving against the denim as he worked me up into a tizzy.

My mind scattered as I moved my legs, pressing against hishand movements as I held him to my breast, never wanting him to stop. I was eagerto feel him go deeper, take me harder.

“Christo…” I whimpered. “I need you.”

He growled and sucked my nipple hard, making me cry outbecause it felt so good, as he removed his hand from between my legs.

“You are too tasty, Alana,” he said as he kissed his waydown my ribcage, nipping at the sensitive skin around my belly button and thengoing lower.

He tugged off my pants and underwear and then slid his handsup my legs to my knees where he brazenly opened them wide, exposing my core tohis greedy gaze. Before I could stop him or suggest he remove his pants, hismouth was on me.

I cried out at the alarming flush of wanton need that roaredthrough me. My hands went to his head and tangled in his hair as a pleasureunlike anything I’d ever known sent all my nerve endings singing. He wasvoracious and attentive as he took me in this new, vulnerable manner. I gaspedas he flattened his tongue and added just the right amount of pressure to myhot, swollen bundle of nerves, close to sending me soaring.

Everything was warm and soothing like slipping into analmost too-hot bath. His tongue dipped inside me as far as it could go,fluttering against oversensitive tissue. It was so far outside of anything I’dhad before, I simply let myself go and relaxed into his capable hands. I rockedmy hips with the thrusts of his tongue inside me the same way I wanted hiscock. I breathed through the ecstasy and gripped his hair, trying to pull himaway before I lost myself to the unbelievable feelings too soon.

I couldn’t hold back. He sucked myclitso hard I saw stars. Heat flooded my veins as the orgasm overtook me inconvulsing waves of bliss.

“My god!” I called out as I gave in, and he took me to theplace of no return.

I came hard against Christophe’s skillful mouth. He held on,hands cupping my rear and grinding me against his face carnally. He stayed withmy body, moving along with my desperate thrusts until I was easing back downfrom the high and panting as though I’d run a marathon.

That’s when he stood up and wiped his mouth with the back ofhis hand, his eyes a brighter green than normal. I watched as he undid hispants and let them fall to the floor. I didn’t move an inch. Letting my legsstay wide open to his fiery gaze as he bent over to the side and reached into adrawer. He pulled out a prophylactic and held it between his fingers as he slidhis boxers down, and I was greeted with the sight of his manhood.

He was slightly above average in size, nice and thick, witha glistening pearl of arousal coating the bulbous tip. He was uncut and had aneatly trimmed ring of dark curls around the base. It was quite possibly thenicest penis I’d seen, or perhaps I felt that way because it was his and Iwanted it. Wanted to make him feel as blown away and breathless as he’d mademe.

I moved to sit up and reach for his length when he shook hishead.

“If you touch me, I’ll come.” His nostrils flared as hiscock bobbed as if in agreement.

I smiled but kept my mouth shut as he took a minute tobreathe and apply the condom before he ran his hands down the insides of mylegs. He traced the scars marring my inner thighs with his thumbs but didn’tsay anything, nor did he look at me with sadness in his eyes.

No, his expression washungry. He even licked hislips as he reached higher and thumbed my sex, teasing myclitin dizzying, delicious circles once more.

I moaned and closed my eyes.

“Look at me, Alana. I want you to look at me when we becomeone this first time,” he said and then brought a knee to the bed, wedged hiscock right where I needed him most, and slowly eased inside.

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