The Alpha’s Desire 4(22)

He pulled out just after I came, shooting sticky streams of cum all over me, before he hugged me tightly to him again. I couldn’t get enough inches of me against him, stepping on his feet, our legs hitting together, our torsos glued together, with my face buried in his neck.

 

 

 

“Sorry, that was so quick. I had to have you. I couldn’t take it. Now, let’s get clean, so I can take you slow, treat you like a queen,” he said, kissing my cheek. “I love you, Christina. So much. Our time apart was unbearable. Not that I needed proof, but it showed me that I can’t live without you, and yet, apart, it was only thoughts of you that made me fight to stay alive. You are everything to me.”

 

 

 

“I love you, too, missed you, too, so much I could barely breathe, exist. But, we can’t go too slow. We can’t stay in here too long, and it seems to be the only room available to us with a door, given our bed is a loft.” I gave him a wink and a smile.

 

 

 

“Point taken, but right now, you are all that matters to me. Right now, for a few moments, it is just you and me in this world. I think we deserve that.”

 

 

 

“We more than deserve that,” I sighed.

 

 

 

We washed each other with a hurried delight. With his animal prowess, I watched his cock grow hard again as we bathed each other. Many times, we both stopped for a deep breath, appreciating each other’s naked, soapy bodies.

 

 

 

As we dried off, I muffled a giggle with my hands as he and his towel paid some ambitious attention to my breasts, pushing them together, licking his lips as he did so.

 

 

 

“You so easily make me lose control. I wanted to take you slow, passionately make love to you, treat you like the queen you are. Yet, this body of yours, it brings out the animal in the man,” he said, releasing a deep breath.

 

 

 

I pulled him toward the couch in the first part of the bathroom, where he proceeded to push my back down on the cushions. I watched the muscles in his thighs bunch and his six pack abs ripple as he moved down over me. He grabbed my thighs, pulling my hips up until I met his erection. So sensitive still, I cried out, uncaring who heard me, as he pushed himself in again, inch by glorious and maddening inch.

 

 

 

He moved all the way in, having taken his good old time despite the jerky movements of my hips begging for more, which his hands had put a stop to. His head shook back and forth, admonishing me even as he grinned. Still, my inner walls pulsed as they tightened, and contracted around him. An elaborate maze of passion formed all over my body, twisting me up inside as I rode out all of my desires, and let loose.

 

 

 

“Slow, my lady,” he cooed, but I only shook my head in response. “I want to make love to you.”

 

 

 

“We are, no matter what we are doing, how fast or slow,” I managed to get out. “We have a lifetime for slow. Right now, I’ve been starved for you for way too long. Even moments apart are hard to endure.”

 

 

 

“I know,” he said before kissing me, soft, slow, his lips lingering as his tongue swept through my mouth over and over again.

 

 

 

Our bodies naturally slowed, moving us to a dizzying rhythm. As he grew harder, he drove me over that edge, taking me to a place where the heat mounting in me relaxed all the tension the orgasm created. My body at juxtaposition with itself, I soon turned to mush, right after convulsing with my climax, this one so much stronger than the first.

 

 

 

Without a condom, he pulled out again just as he was about to come himself. Moving up with haste, I took his hard cock into my mouth. With slow, steady movements of my fingers circling over his slippery erection, I slowed him down this time. He groaned, the pleasure forced to linger, before he let himself go, and released his salty seed into my mouth. Looking up, I saw that his face was a mix of a smile and a grimace, his lips tight and trembling somewhere between the both.

 

 

 

When he’d finished, pulled out, and I’d swallowed all he’d released, his body collapsed on mine on the small couch. His hard chest crushed my tender breasts, igniting in me a deeper sort of lust. I held onto it, cherished the feeling, as waves of my love for this man, this wolf, my were, washed through me, over me.

 

 

 

I sighed, my relief of being with him clouding my ability to put together rational thoughts. Pulling back his head as his big hands stroked over my hair, I watched his small grin grew serious.

 

 

 

“Years ago, I was sent to protect you, but look what your life has become since I let you see me, know about me. I’m so sorry, Christina, for all you have been through, being attacked, hurt, having to rescue me this time, it all has to be so much.”