Page 76 of Scarlet Promise
“To enjoy this.” I go back to kissing that warm, soft, delicate skin.
She’s divine, the way her thighs quiver, and when I bite her with a tender touch, she gasps like I’ve almost triggered an orgasm.
So fucking sensitive. I can’t wait to taste her cunt. I could have fucked her an hour ago, and the time between would have been too long.
I gently push her back as I part her thighs, hooking them on my shoulders. She’s like a flower I want to see bloom open. I trace my finger down along her slit, over the petals of her lips. Her skin it hot velvet and damp, and getting damper.
Slowly, I lower down and lick her. She tastes sweet, and I breathe in the musk of her.
She shifts to bring her clit closer to my ministrations, but I know how she comes harder when I take my time, when I tease, when I leave the best for last.
I push my tongue into her, mimicking my fingers and cock, opening my mouth to encompass as much of her as I can.
Alina moans, and I push two fingers into her instead, curling them to stroke her G-spot. Her pussy is so fucking slick and inviting. It sucks at me as though she’s swelling and grabbing at me to stay, to go deeper, to take all there is within her.
She’s a haven from the storm. She’s her own storm, one that’s breathtaking, wild, and mine. One that has fires that flare and deep, dark pools of delight agitated into a world of pleasure with each strike of her lightning.
She’s a world of her own. Alive with energy that answers mine.
I feel that deeply as I lap her outer lips, slide my tongue between the inner ones, and thrust in and out of her slick canal. I’m addicted to her taste, to the way she moves, undulating underneath me. With her third whimper, I give in to that wordless plea and close my lips around her clit, sucking and playing it with my tongue.
She gasps and stiffens. I go in harder, enough to send her over the edge and for her tunnel to clench in spasms on my fingers. She loses control and shakes, her voice rising when she cries out my name.
Even though she’s still coming, I stop. I need to be inside her, need to see if I can push her back up to the top.
I stand, pull her up, and move her to the bed, kissing her as I strip us both.
Her fingers fumble with my pants, and it strikes a chord in me. I did that to her. I made her so eager, so mindless, that she can’t quite get her digits to work.
It’s a power that swells like pride. It makes me harder, more desperate for her than ever.
With our clothes strewn on the floor, I drag her to the bed, push apart her thighs, and sink into her depths with one strong push.
As wet as she is, there’s still delicious resistance, the stretch of her to accommodate me.
As I start to move, I bite down on her shoulder, slamming into her as deep as I can. Her cries spur me on, and all I can think is this is us now. We made something special, unique. Ours.
I can’t help it. I’m fucking harder than I’ve ever been. I never thought I’d be a man driven by the idea of virility and seed, of making a baby.
But this is Alina, a bundle of things that attract me so deeply, things that have nothing to do with her body or face, but with everything to do with her and who she is. The gift that makes her so…her.
Fucking her reflects that. She sucks me into her, and her movements meet mine. We surpass the act of fitting together, of our movements guaranteed to draw out the best response. This is chemistry, a coming together, a finding of each other. It’s a celebration, and as we kiss, the world shifts. Her hips, each time they lift to take me in, contain an offering that slides like an electric touch down my spine.
I can’t get enough of her.
Of the world we create together.
She starts to clench around me, to spasm.
I grit my teeth, pushing through that orgasm as it gets hotter, tighter, better, and my own is there, hovering, begging release of its own. My body tingles, and the urge that makes my balls tight zooms up my cock, pushing me toward the inevitable.
As Alina cries out, I can’t contain myself. I thrust in deep, holding there as my cock pulsates, releasing more seed into her.
We both seem to fly, locked together, kissing and tasting, passion in every caress. The aftermath almost feels like a different sort of coming, like if emotions can orgasm.
I hold her as we come down and roll onto my back, easing out and holding her against me, letting her fall into sleep.
Later,as we talk about nothing and everything, there’s a difference in her I pick up on. No, not a difference, a distraction, like a part of her is somewhere else.
