Chapter 21 Hanna #2
Alaric took in her expression, then kissed her hard before stepping back and working the button at his waist. Hanna watched in awe as he stepped out of his drawers and stood before her, nude and proud.
The low candlelight revealed his masculine form, throwing every line, every taut muscle into stark relief, his tanned face and forearms in stark contrast to the pale planes of his chest.
His member curved up towards his belly, thick and veined, and Alaric gripped the base and stroked it slowly for her, watching her face intently as her cheeks flared with heat.
He sat down, sprawling almost gracefully on the edge of the bed, his thighs long and lean.
“Come here woman,” Alaric said in a low tone, and Hanna stepped carefully closer, the tops of her thighs wet from her arousal and climax in the kitchen below, her cunny still throbbing, still needing him as is she had not come apart only moments ago.
Only he could give her what she needed.
When she was close enough, Alaric reached out and took her hand, pulling her closer.
“Sit on my lap,” he instructed, his gaze hot, holding her waist and guiding her onto him as she hitched her shift, spread her legs and straddled his lap. The movement brought her against his engorged member, caught between them and pressing right there between her thighs.
There, where he would take her, have her, plunder her and, lord help her, she wanted it.
In that moment, with Alaric’s lips and hands on her skin, Hanna wanted to know what it felt like to be taken by a man who wanted to please her.
His hands stroked up along her thighs, lifting her shift up to her waist so that he could look down and see their bodies fitted together, then with a swift movement he swept it up over her head, flinging it to the floor so that his hands could rove her body freely.
“I want to make love to you, Hanna,” Alaric whispered, rolling her breasts in his hands, trailing down the line of her spine to cup and lift her bottom, notching himself there where his fingers had stretched her.
Hanna gasped with surprise and a flash of pleasure as he lifted his hips, letting the head of his manhood dip slightly inside, pulsing there as Hanna’s mouth fell open on a small moan with the teasing hint of what was to come.
He slid his hand between their bodies, his thumb finding and rubbing her throbbing bud, and Hanna fell against him, dropping her head into the crook of his neck as her body went languid and soft, her hips starting to move as anamalistic need stole her senses.
Alaric gripped her hips tight, controlling her movement, stopping himself from sliding inside as her wetness coated their flesh.
“Slowly, Hanna,” he groaned, cupping her bottom with one hand and holding her waist tight with the other, guiding her down, then up, down, taking him deeper, filling her tighter as Hanna started to shake with need in his arms.
“I want to feel every slick, silken part of you,” he whispered in her ear, his voice rough and his body tense beneath her. “I want you to fuck you so slowly that you beg me to have my cock buried deep”
“Alaric-” Hanna couldn’t keep his name from her lips as he did just as he said, pressing the thick crown of his cock into her with short, slow pulses, each slight thrust smoother, a little deeper, her slick essence coating him and luring his deeper.
Hanna’s hips rocked, guiding herself down and up, searching for his thumb where it teased her, sending a flush of heat and want over her skin.
The urgent, hungry ache at her core throbbed around him as he lifted his hips and stroked deeper, just once, then held her firm with a groan of satisfactionas she squirmed to bear down and take him fully.
“You are so wet for me, Hanna. Do you want it now? Do you need me to take you, fill you with seed, make you mine forever…”
His words were like a sensual spell weaving itself through her blood, her breathe coming fast, her body trembling as the need flared and washed over her.
“Yes, yes… Oh, please,” Hanna begged shamelessly, her nails digging into the skin of his shoulders as she arched helplessly, her body desperate to be filled.
“Hanna-” Alaric growled, taking her mouth in a hot, hungry kiss and he gripped her waist and slammed her down, letting her feel every thick inch of him with one heady thrust that made Hanna cry out with satisfaction.
But it wasn’t enough, she needed more.
Now that Hanna had given in, her body was demanding release, her hips rolling and riding that hard length with increasing abandon as Alaric bucked up into her, words of praise whispered as he guided her down onto his cock with a possesive grip that told her he was in control, she just needed to let go.
With a growl, Alaric wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her, laying himself prone onto the bed so that he could seat her more fully, his eyes blazing with desire as he rocked her hips over him, showing her how to grind herself against the base of his cock and sending such a rush of pleasure through her that Hanna arched and rocked helplessly in his thrall.
Whimpering, desperate now, some fearful, intense feeling was curling up inside of her and Hanna took him deep and rode his cock shamelessly.
“Yes, Hanna,” he groaned, lifting her hips faster with his hands, staring down between them hungrily as he watched his cock spearing up into her with a possessive growl.
Hanna fell forward onto his chest, her hips still undulating.
“Please,” she sobbed. “You're killing me, I’m dying…”
Alaric cradled the back of her head, threading his fingers into her hair and pulling her down to rest against his chest as he thrust up into her boneless body from below.
“You can let yourself fall,” he whispered, tightening his grip, thrusting harder, urging her hips to roll over his. “I’ll catch you.”
The angle ground her perfectly against the base of his shaft, every dragging glide of his flesh through hers throwing her deeper into the abyss of pleasure as he filled her again and again, her teeth catching on the skin of his shoulder as she shuddered in bliss and came apart.