Her eyes glaze over with emotion but the smile that stretches across her lips takes my breath away. She glows from the inside out when she laughs, a sound of pure joy and relief.
Leaning forward, she kisses me with a ferociousness I can’t predict. Whatever has possessed her tonight will end me. A shy Alia turns me on to the point of distraction, but a confident Alia holds me in her thrall. In every shade, every mood, she is the only one for me.
“Tots,” I groan when she licks down my neck, using her teeth and lips to nip and suck the skin where my throat meets my shoulder. I wonder if she’ll leave her mark on me. I want her to so I can show it off to the guys in the locker room and proudly admit to being taken. I’m hers. I hope she knows that. “Baby, slow down.”
“Cal,” she interrupts, grabbing my face between her palms. “We’ve been slow. Now, I want more.”
“What do you want?”
She rocks over me, rotating her hips slowly, her hitched breath telling me that my cock is rubbing her exactly where she needs it. I can feel my brain cells draining, all my blood redirected south of my waistband.
“You know what I want,” she hums softly when I trail my knuckles up the silk of her naked thighs, my touch gossamer light. I stroke her back and forth until she opens her knees wider, desperate for my touch.
Sliding one palm over her naked ass, I squeeze the round flesh as I bring my other hand to her pussy. Using the tip of my finger, I trace over her seam, finding her slick with arousal. Her body shimmiescloser as she tries to entice me to hurry up. To touch her, to fill her. I don’t know where I find the fortitude, but I refuse to rush this.
“Say it loud and clear. Tell me what you want.”
“Cal,” she whines. “Make me come.”
Her unexpectedly open request thrums through my blood, white hot need racing through me. I grip the back of her head and bring her in roughly for a kiss, our tongues parrying and dueling in a sensual dance which drives need straight to my groin. She moans hungrily andfuck meI could finish listening to that alone.
There is no way in hell I’m coming anywhere except inside her today. I draw back and shove two fingers into Alia’s mouth.
“Suck,” I command hoarsely. “Get it nice and wet.”
The immediate suction at the tip of my fingers is utter torture. When I pull them out, the string of saliva that connects my hand to Alia’s pouty mouth gives me ideas that have me leaking pre-cum in my shorts.
I waste no time in swiping along her inner thigh, gathering the moisture there before sinking my fingers into her warm pussy. Her inner muscles tighten instantly, growing slicker as I guide my fingers in and out, curving ever so slightly to tap that spot that makes her gasp. Soft noises bubble up her throat as she hitches her hips, grinding in my lap to the rhythm I’ve set.
“I love the sounds you make,” I murmur. “I’m fucking feral at the thought that I’m the only man who’s heard you come. Who’s felt your sweet cunt take his fingers and clench desperately around it.”
“Only you. Oh. . .” she whimpers, biting down on her lips.
“No, don’t hold it in. I want to hear you.”
As if my permission sets her free, her mouth parts as she gasps loudly, my name wrenched from her in a loud cry.
“That’s my girl. So, so sweet. Every sound you make is beautiful.”
Her breathing quickens, like she’s panicking at the storm that’s about to ravage her. Her hands grip my shoulders in a death clutch,but I don’t stop the continuous cadence of my fingers thrusting into her.
“Cal, I-I’m c-close.”
“I know, gorgeous. I’m going to be right here, catching you when you fall. Now let go. I got you.”
My entire world shrinks to her, her eyes holding mine, her nails digging into my skin as she finally flings herself off the edge of desire.
Her body fights to keep me in when I drag my fingers out of her slowly. I can barely think, imagining what she’ll feel like around my cock as I pulse in and out of her.
She leans into me when I bring my mouth to hers. I don’t rush her as she comes down from her orgasm, dropping soft kisses along her chin, her jaw, all the way up to her ear until she giggles softly.
“Your stubble tickles,” she mumbles, wearing a dazed smile that tells me she’s doing well.
“Want me to stop?” I ask, only half-teasing her.
Months long buildup is coming to an end today, but I’d cut my balls off before doing anything Alia isn’t ready for. She’ll never have to worry about her autonomy being stripped from her. Not within the bedroom, nor outside of it.
To my surprise, Alia lifts off me and kneels on the center of the mattress. Maintaining eye contact, she crosses her hands to grab either corner of her jersey and pulls it off with a soft whoosh.