"Let me make you feel good." Those words echo through my head with uncertainty.
What the hell is he planning to do?
He gets off his knees and stands. He grabs me to stand up. I look at him with questioning eyes.
His hands play with the waist band of my joggers, slowly teasing me. His body towers over me.
"I want to try something. Is that alright with you," he asks in a soft, low tone. I bite down on my bottom lip and nod my head. "Speak."
"Do it. Make me feel good," I whisper. Fuck, I can feel my own juices running down my legs.
He starts kissing me again harshly and takes me by surprise when his hand slides down through my pants. I let out a gasp as his warm hands start rubbing between my wet folds.
"You're so wet. I can smell you're sweet scent between your legs from here." I let out a loud moan and he wraps his other hand around my neck.
It's hard for me to catch my breath but it feels so good. I feel him slide a finger inside and I can't hold back my yell.
His eyes look so animalistic in their deep brown state. Watching his arm move vigorously down inside my pants and feeling him add another finger drives me inside. I feel lightheaded and my legs wobble.
"Alaric," I scream out as I feel the knots turning in my stomach. He doesn't say anything but his cheeks redden as he continues pumping two fingers in and out and using his thumb to rub my clitoris.
My eyes close shut and my breathing freezes as I'm thrown over the ibis and experience the hardest orgasm I've ever had.
He holds me up and continues rubbing me as I come down from my high.
"How was that," he asks with a knowing smirk. I can barely find my own voice and my head feels foggy.
I watch as he loosens the knot on my drawstring joggers and pulls them off along with my underwear.
What are you doing," I ask while in a daze.
"I'm not done with you yet," he says in an almost growling tone.
He sits me down at the edge of the bed.
"Lay down." I do as he orders. I feel the feather touch of his finger glide down my folds. I shiver because I feel so sensitive after that serious orgasm. "I can't wait to taste you."
I watch as he presses his lips down on me. They feel so soft and it drives me absolutely insane.
His tongue darts out and tastes my wetness. My legs squeeze around his head and he pins down my legs in place.
The fire in my stomach reignites and I throw my head back at the wonderful sensation.
"It feels good, doesn't it," he asks and chuckles a little. It vibrates against my lips and I let out a loud moan.
I can't even answer as he continues flicking his tongue against me and my body loses all control.
"Fuck, Alaric! Don't stop," I hear myself begging and he moans, sending me over once again.
It's harder for me to catch my breath and my vision goes white.
I can feel him pull away and move my body away from the edge of the bed.
"Breathe, Anne," I hear him say. His hands move along my thighs.
When I finally catch my breath and gain my vision back, I'm laying next to him and his arms are wrapped around me. The blankets are pulled on top of us.
"How do you feel," he asks. A stupid grin spreads on my face.
"Amazing," I'm able to muster out. A yawn breaks out of me. "I feel drained but in a good way."
"Glad you liked it." He presses a kiss on my forehead. I have never felt as close to him as I do right now.
My eyes dart to his hands moving under the blanket and I move it out of the way.
Alaric's hand is moving, almost massaging, the top of his pants. My eyes look up to him and he looks away in embarrassment. I grab his chin to make him meet my eyes.
"What's wrong, Alaric? After everything you just did, you getting shy on me?"
I move his hand out of the way to see the big bulge popping out from inside his pants.
"Didn't you say you were drained," he says, trying to distract me. I start palming him through his pant and he lets out a soft curse.
"You want me to help with that? You seem a little strained," I tease him with a smirk on my face.
"Anne, it's fine. You don't have to do anything," he says as I pull down his pants and watch him spring out of them.
I wrap my hands around his thick girth and he sucks in a breath.
"Let me repay the favor," I whisper to him and place a kiss on his lips.
I start to move my hands up and down his length and keep my eyes trained on him.
I can tell he's holding back from making noise but he's enjoying it because his eyes light up in flames.
I lean down on the bed and place kisses on his tip and sides. I can hear his breathing quicken.
"You want me to take you inside my mouth," I ask him and his cheeks flame up.
He nods his head. "Speak," I demand him, flipping the tables on him.
I dart my tongue out to taste the pre-cum spilling out of his tip. I feel him tense up and become harder if that's even possible.
"Yes, Anne. I want you to take me into your mouth."
I open my mouth taking him in slowly inch by inch. I hear him groan out.
I slowly get to the base of his cock and gag a little from his tip hitting the back of my throat.
"Fuck, Anne. You're so hot," he whispers. I start moving at a faster pace, letting my warm mouth soothe him.
I swirl my tongue around every time I get back up to the top and it drives him mad.
"Let me fuck your mouth, Anne." I answer with my mouth still around his thickness with a hum that vibrates through him.
He holds my head in place by my hair and strikes his hips forward, his meat going deeper into my mouth. I try to hold back gags as he enjoys destroying my mouth.
"Shit! I'm going to cum, Anne." I keep my eyes trained on his as he goes wild down my throat.
He lets out a loud groan as his hips pause, his head is thrown back, and liquid squirts into my mouth, causing me to choke.
I cough out to clear my throat while he's in the middle of his bliss.
"Are you alright," he asks me and pats my back to help me stop coughing.
When I finally stop coughing we both look at each other and smile.
And we laugh.