Page 45 of The Alpha: Part One
“You feel so good, Seth,” she purrs.
I wish I could respond, tell her how goddamned good she feels around me, but I'm concentrating so hard on breathing and keeping my heart inside my chest to say anything. It's been a few years since my last attempt at sex with a partner, and I don't remember it ever feeling as good as this feels right now. I really want this to work. I need it to.
“Stop thinking, Seth,” Desir'ee says again, grinding against me. She didn't take off her tank top and every movement raises her breasts so their swells above the neckline draw my attention. If I wasn't so terrified of fucking this up, I'd yank the material down so I could see them. I want to see her nipples. I need to know what color they are, their shape and size. I want them in my mouth and to feel them against my palms when I press my hands against them.
She leans back, her hands on my thighs as she rides me, arching her back, thrusting her breasts forward, her nipples standing out under the material of her shirt. My mouth waters. It's been so long. So fucking long.
“Can I see your breasts?” I hear the words tumble out of my mouth but they're quiet in comparison to my heartbeat.
She doesn't answer, but jerks down her shirt, letting them spill out just inches in front of my face. Her sweet scent surrounds me and I feel myself leaning forward, straining against my hold on the back of the couch to get to them.
She raises up on her knees and sinks back down slowly, steadily. Her tight, dusky nipples tease me just out of reach, and a growl starts low in my chest. I need to put my mouth on her. I need her scent, her taste, everything, inside me. I need it like I need air to breathe. I watch her hands come up to cup her breasts, squeezing them, kneading them, rolling her nipples between her fingertips. My low, rolling growl intensifies and her minty scent becomes stronger, her slick dripping down my balls. Too much. This is too much. The urge to take her to the floor and fuck her across it until we hit the wall has me gripping the frame of the couch so hard that the wood pops.
Then she cums, and I stop breathing. It's been so long since I've been inside someone long enough to feel them cum, and even before then it was nothing like this, nothing. There is nothing to compare this to. It's so many things all at once. She clenches around me, holding me tight while short, high-pitched cries bounce off the walls and ceiling.
She slowly comes back down, smiling and stroking my heaving chest. “Are you okay?” she asks me, raising up high on her knees to keep just my tip inside her.
Am I okay? I close my eye and tilt my head. My pulse is racing, thundering in my veins, and my breaths are coming short and quick, but neither of those things have anything to do with panic or fear. It's all want, and need. I'm still so very hard, still fighting the urge to thrust my hips. I'm okay. I really think I am.
I nod, opening my eye to see her worried expression. “I'm good. You're so beautiful, Desir'ee.”
The corner of her mouth lifts in a smirk. “Good. Because I want to cum again.” Then she starts riding me again, harder now. “I want to ride you and have so many orgasms that I lose count and have to start over.”
I don't know why, but that is probably the funniest thing I've ever heard and now I'm laughing, full, deep, belly laughs, while she fucks me. “I'll try to help you keep count,” I say, but it's a lie. I want her to lose count.
She picks up her pace, thrusting and grinding harder and faster, and I remember how badly I wanted to taste her breasts when she arches her back. “I want to taste you.”
“Are you asking?” she breathes, putting her hands on the couch behind my head and bending to drop a kiss on my mouth.
“Yes,” I murmur against her lips, “yes. Please, I want to taste you.”
“What do you want to taste, Seth?”
I want to growl at her for teasing me, I feel my throat tightening with it, but I push it back. “Everything. Your neck. Your shoulders. The space between your breasts. Your nipples. Fuck, yes, your nipples. All of it. Everything.”
“Is that all?” she teases again, but threads her fingers into my hair and leans forward to offer me her breasts.
I lick across her nipple and pull it into my mouth, sucking a little too hard; but she likes it. Her fist tightens in my hair and she groans.
“Yes. Just like that. Don't stop.”
I never considered stopping. I swirl and flick my tongue in time with her hips, even letting her feel my teeth gently press into her.
“Oh my god, Seth,” she gasps. “Don't stop, don't stop. I'm going to cum again. Don't stop.”
My name in her mouth like this... I want it again and again, over and over until she can't say it anymore. I want to do everything I can imagine to hear it. Her movements become shorter, less rhythmic, more urgent; and she holds me tighter against her breast, allowing me to take more than just her nipple into my mouth. When she cums this time, it's quieter, but no less intense. She takes as much of me as she can inside her, but my knot is beginning to swell and she can't get past it.
A wave of panic rushes through me. She can't. I can't. Not that. I jerk my head back, suddenly unable to breathe. “Wait, please, Desir'ee, wait. Stop. I can't. I'm sorry.”
She immediately stops moving, lifting off me with a wet sound that I would have found satisfying a few minutes ago. She stays perched on my thighs, ignoring my swollen cock pulsing and bobbing uselessly against her stomach. “What happened? Are you alright? What do you need?”
I lean my head against the back of the couch again. “I'm sorry.”
“Shut up,” she says, gently, without frustration. “Just tell me what happened so I don't do it again.”
“It wasn't you,” I pant. “It's me.”
“Just tell me what happened. It's okay.”
