He stroked his hand down her back and over her buttocks, pausing there and kneading them.
“Teach me,” she asked hoarsely handing him the lubricant tube. There was a need firing through her veins that only he could quench.
His eyes fixed on her, he guided her until the back of her knees bumped on the edge of the bed. With his open palm he pushed her down as he kneeled between her thighs. He slid his finger over her wetness and she gasped.
We’re driving each other crazy. He burrowed his finger in her, nibbling her inner thigh.
Oh, yeah! A loud moan left her when another broad finger followed the first and he dipped his head, his open mouth immediately closing over her clitoris.
She tastes fucking good. His tongue was hot and firm teasing her in long swipes as he withdrew his fingers and put her feet on the edge of the bed. His fingers ran down, delving into the cleft of her ass.
She tightened in reflex and then relaxed, “Alistair, please.”
Without taking his mouth from her clitoris, he wetted his finger and eased it in her ass.
“Oh, yes!” She squirmed under his caresses. When she moaned asking for more, he obliged sliding two oiled fingers inside her, in and out, as his tongue licked her clitoris.
He looked up and saw that her fingers were playing with her nipples. That nearly made him come right then and there. Fucking hot.
Her moans and gasps filled the room making heat build up inside him.
“Move back,” he commanded, lowering over her body.
She arched up on him, her eyes glazed with desire, “Take me.”
Her legs wound around his waist and he cupped her buttocks in his hands, spreading her with his thumbs. In one hard thrust, he was inside her.
They cried out in unison.
“I want you.” Her hands clawed at his hair, pulling him down in a desperate attempt to kiss him.
He smiled at her effort and bent down to capture her mouth with his.
“Don’t come,” he whispered against her lips as he slowly drove her to the edge. “Tell me before you reach the edge.”
She bit his lip and heaved, “Now, now!”
“Sure?” On her nod a rush of desire filled his manhood even more. He thrust one more time and paused deep inside her. He cupped her face on his hands while he withdrew slowly.
A shudder ran over her body as she saw the intensity of his feelings, the love and lust mirrored in his eyes. She could feel his desire singeing her as he knelt between her legs and rotated his finger in the air.
Alistair grunted when Sophia turned on her stomach and pushed up her rump in his direction. He smoothed a hand over her buttocks and murmured, “We are doing this nice and slow. I want to hear you.”
Sophia saw as his hand closed around a double vibrator and she closed her eyes, arousal sparkling from the suspense. Its broad crown brushed her opening and slowly slid inside her.
She gasped at the invading feeling and jerked back on his hand, “More.”
“Easy,” he said, pushing it to the hilt and turning it on a slow pulse.
Sophia’s body immediately tensed when the clitoris stimulator massaged her. She moaned, concentrating on keeping the impending climax at bay. “I need you. Now.”
He eased again two oiled fingers into the tight opening of her ass. His fingers left her for a moment and then she felt one of his hands grip her hip hard and the head of his penis pressed against her sphincter.
Oh. Sophia’s eyes flew open. A multitude of sensations washed over her. A touch of fear and a hot wave of excitement. Pleasure rocketed through her abdomen.
“Relax,” he ordered before he pushed forward slowly, ever so slowly, until it breached the initial resistance and stop allowing her to adjust to the sensation.
Sophia gasped, tightened and then relaxed, moaning.
“Are you okay?” He asked with his eyes closed, enjoying the pressure and the velvet, hot feeling around him. As he felt her relaxing, he probed, “More?”
“Yes, slowly. But don’t stop.” Her fingers fisted the sheets as she sought to offset the burning as he pressed deeper. She moaned deep in her throat. “Oh. You’re big.”
“You’re tight.” His fingers dug into her hip as he gained more entrance. He closed his eyes, wrestling with his desire to sink all the way down in a powerful thrust. He wanted her to like this as much as he did. “Fuck, Sophia!”
“Fuck. Me.”
Her hoarse order made him increase the speed of the vibrator, as he slowly sank deeper and deeper, all the way into her.
A strangled cry of delight left her mouth as Alistair began to thrust shallowly and slowly. In and out. She’d never felt such an exquisite fullness and overwhelming pleasure. It was part pain, part delicious ecstasy, and they combined to send her spiraling into the most excruciatingly, wondrous frustration she’d ever endured.
“You. Are. Hot,” he hissed as he ground in and out of her. “Fucking. Hot.”
“That feels fucking good.” She felt utterly and deliciously conquered. She could only clutch the sheets and vocalize the pleasure he was making her feel as he plunged into her in long thrusts of his hips.
Gently and slowly at first.
Powerfully and swiftly toward the end as his body demanded release.
Alistair didn’t want it to end. The sensations were overwhelming pleasurable as with each deep thrust his own erection was massaged by the vibrator inside Sophia.
He grabbed her hair around his fist, jerking her backwards, dominating her completely.
Sophia moaned out loud, “Yes!”
Loud grunts left his mouth as he forced her to take him deeper and faster. “I can’t last much longer. Come for me.”
She needed it. She needed him. “Come with me.”
She felt as he tensed behind her, plunging harder. His hand on her hip released her and he slapped her butt.
“Yeah,” Sophia moaned and he slapped the other.
Her orgasm blossomed and grew bigger than ever, until it consumed her. She shattered in a million crystal pieces, burying her face in the covers to stifle her loud scream.
Alistair shouted her name with another hard plunge, every sensation magnified by the pleasure that he could feel rippling through Sophia’s body.
He gripped her hips tightly, holding her against him as he finished and her entire body jerked and convulsed as she rode the violent and intense climax in tandem with his.
Eyes closed, her breath coming in torturous gasps, she stayed exactly where his hands put her as he withdrew.
“Are you all right?” Alistair asked huskily, after a few minutes.
She nodded, unable to form a coherent response. His heart was beating against her cheek as wildly as hers against his ribs.
“You are the most amazing woman,” he whispered and kissed the top of her head, holding her tightly against him. “No one has ever made me feel like this. Tha mo cridhe buin do Thu.”
“What?” she breathed almost sleeping.
“My heart belongs to you,” he murmured in her hair, completely sated and happy, running a hand over her curvaceous back. “Only to you.”
“Humph,” she huffed, “it better be. I don’t share.”
11.01 a.m.
“Hey, Sleeping Beauty, wake up,” he whispered in Sophia’s ear.
“I’m not blonde!” She threw a pillow at him and rolled to the other side of the bed. Muscles she didn’t know she had, complained with the movement. She grunted.
“Are you sore?” he asked.
Understatement of the year. She groaned, “You wore me out.”
“And you liked it,” Alistair laughed. He laid across the bed on his stomach and his fingers caressed her back. “Come on, Beauty. Wake up.”