Chapter 5 #2
In a swift movement her breath was knocked out of her: his strong hands had picked her up around her waist and thrown her onto the bed.
Gasping with shock, her body was soon covered by his own – the shirt had gone, and it was his chest on her breasts, his legs entwined around her legs, his dark member nestled near her own secret place.
His kisses burned a trail down her neck as his hands brought her buttocks higher, and Teresa could not help but cry out his name as his moving lips found one of her nipples.
She jerked with the pleasure, so unusual, so unexpected. She could not remember the last time that a man had made any exploration of her body, and Alexander was simultaneously dominant and kind, never playing with one part of her body too long to let the rest of it cry out for him.
“How is this?” He asked as one hand left her buttocks and squeezed her other breast gently.
“Incredible!” She gasped, almost incomprehensible in her sighs of satisfaction.
Fiery streams of bliss were flowing through her body as Teresa squirmed under his experimental fingers – his innocence, and his obvious desire to bring her to intense pleasure almost enough to take her to the edge.
But not yet. Now his lips were once more on hers, and one hand rested on her waist, while the other – the other was moving slowly downwards, almost nervous if she was any judge, to that special place.
Despite the joy that coursed through her body, Teresa almost broke the kiss to stop him. He would not know, how could he know what would be pain and what would be sensuality in that secret place.
“Caershire,” she said wildly, “Alexander, wait – oh, God!”
It did not matter that he had never known a woman before: Alexander’s natural instincts were soft and gentle, but the rhythmic movement of his fingers as he slipped inside her was enough to drive her closer and closer to that edge of ecstasy, and she writhed, unable to control herself as he dipped his mouth once more to her neck, nibbling near her ear and clenching her buttocks with his other hand.
“Alexander, I am going to …” Teresa breathed. “Oh, Alexander!”
His firm fingers found that special place within her and she cried out as she came, her body thrashing as the wave of decadent joy spread across her body.
She heard the breath of wonder catch in his throat, and hazily wondered if he had expected such a reaction.
“That was remarkable,” she breathed, staring up at his handsome face – a face that was looking at her with such tenderness. “Alexander, I cannot tell you – I cannot explain just how incredible that was.”
He smiled. “It has been almost impossible for me to – to control myself. Seeing you experience that – feeling you, having myself inside of you, even just my fingers…” Alexander’s voice trailed away as Teresa started to move. “Where are you going?”
“Nowhere,” she breathed. “But you are. Lie down here.”
He obeyed, and Teresa glorified in the way that he did. No other man had ever wanted to take orders. No man would even consider it.
But not him. Not her Alexander.
“Now we shall make love in a different way,” she murmured, moving to lie beside him.
His eyes widened at her words. “You can – you can climax again?”
Teresa laughed. “Several times, actually. ‘Tis one of the few benefits of being a woman.”
She leaned forward and rolled onto him, feeling the strong heat of her secret place meet his own – and she groaned aloud, let him see the pleasure she felt from his form.
“Teresa,” he whispered, his eyes dark and beseeching. “Teresa, I cannot wait much longer. Please, I am begging you…”
The power was almost as satisfying as the lovemaking, and she laughed as she straddled him, raising herself up so that she could look down on him.
“My dear lord Caershire,” she teased, rolling her hips slightly from side to side so that he twitched and moaned in painful delight. “Are you asking me to deliver you from evil?”
Alexander could not help but laugh at that, and she felt the laugh vibrate through his body, and the longing started to mount up in her once again. “You could say that, yes.”
“Too bad,” she breathed, and in swift movement she sheathed herself on him.
That was when he cried out, “Teresa!” and she felt the warm wetness of herself tighten around him, and she shivered in pleasure.
“What is wrong?” She whispered as she rolled slightly, watching his body jerk and spasm with joy he had never felt before. “Too much for you?”
Alexander did not answer in words: instead he pulled himself up and clutched her body like an anchor in a storm.
“You may have been drowning when we first met,” he said shakily, his hands tight around her buttocks. “But I am the one drowning now.”
Teresa kissed him then, and this kiss was different. There was warmth in it, just as with all the others, and yet it was more than just lust. It was connection, vulnerability, joy, desire, heat, and all Teresa wanted to do was kiss him for the rest of her life.
And then she pulled his hands from her, and thrust his entire body down, holding his hands behind his head and grinning at him.
“Ready?”
She did not wait for a response: she did not need to, she could feel him tense and become, if possible, even more tense and rigid inside her.
She started to rise and fall, rocking with each movement in a curve to slide him slowly in and out of her.
She arched to increase the friction and felt an answering ricochet of bliss echo through her body – but she did not release Alexander’s hands, twist as he might as he neared his own climax.
“Not yet,” she whispered.
“Teresa, why!” Alexander cried with a smile on his face but a tension in his jaw. “This is so – I cannot – you are so…”
And then she felt it, that own growing warmth just below her stomach, and Teresa increased her pace, fanning the flames and watching his eyes stare at her breasts moving faster and faster, and it was about to happen and she wanted it to last forever but they were almost at the peak and they cried out in unison as they were both overtaken by their climax.
Teresa fell into his arms, and felt his panting breath upon her shoulder.
It was several minutes before either one of them was able to speak.
“I could do that,” breathed Alexander slowly, “every day of my life, and never get bored.”
Teresa chuckled quietly. “Careful, Caershire, or I will hold you to that.”