Chapter 18 – Alana #4
“Alana,” he says, adding a second finger inside me. I grip tight on his forearm, his muscles flexing as he pumps in and out. “Do you want to be punished?”
“I just want us to be okay,” I breathe. “And to show you how much I love you.”
He brushes his lips over mine while he continues slowly finger fucking me. I sigh against his mouth, the sweet sensations starting to overwhelm me.
“We are okay, princesa. I don’t want to punish you right now. I’m sure you’ll give me reason soon enough. But we’ll save the belt for another time. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Now, get your ass onto that bed,” he growls in my ear as he slides his fingers out of my slick channel. “And we can both show how much we love each other.”
I sit down and crawl back on the bed, scooting back and propping myself up on my elbows as I watch him undress.
He takes his time, and I love every second of it.
He slowly unbuttons his shirt, sliding it over his muscular shoulders and letting it drop to the floor.
He is magnificent, I think, as his suit pants and boxers follow.
He stands at the foot of the bed completely naked, his beautiful cock stiff and huge, shining with his arousal.
I let my eyes run over every defined muscle, every ridge of sinew.
The flat planes of his stomach and the thickness of this powerful thighs.
My pussy clenches as I study him. As I imagine this perfect body of his covering mine.
Overwhelming me, dominating me, possessing me.
In control. Taking me to new heights of pleasure.
“You are so damn hot,” I say as I bite down on my lip. I want him so much.
He laughs softly as he crawls towards me. “If I’m hot, then you are fire. Now, let me taste you.”
He bends his head and sucks one of my pebbled nipples into his mouth. I gasp as his hand goes to my other breast, caressing and kneading one as he sucks on the other. Even that is enough to make me moan. This man knows my body so well, perfectly attuned to all my needs.
He lets out his own groan and slips his head southward.
He kisses and nibbles his way down my stomach until he reaches my thighs, which are already trembling in anticipation.
I know what he can do to me, how he can unravel me with that wicked tongue of his.
He spreads my legs, kissing each of my inner thighs in turn.
I push my hips upwards and his lips curve into a smile against my skin.
“I can smell how wet you are for me already, and it’s making me so fucking hard I could come right now.”
“Alex, please?” I beg him. He’s nipping and teasing, his mouth landing everywhere apart from the exact spot I need it to be.
“Please what? Tell me what you want, Alana,” he says softly.
“I want you to make me come,” I gasp out.
“What with, princesa?”
“I want your mouth and your fingers.”
“Both? I’m not sure you’ve earned both, Alana,” he replies, pushing my legs even further apart.
“Please! You said you weren’t going to punish me.”
He lets out an evil laugh. “This isn’t punishment. This is play. I always take care of you, don’t I? Have some patience.”
My hands screw up into fists, bunching the silk sheets in my palms as I try and do as he asks. He studies me, smiling as he stares at my needy pussy, stroking the delicate skin on the inside of my thighs. “Beautiful,” he says. “And all mine.”
He slowly leans his face down, and in one divine movement licks his tongue all the way from my wet opening to my swollen clit.
He settles his mouth there and starts to suck gently, building the sensations that are coursing through me.
He slides the fingers of his right hand inside me, curling them expertly to find all my sensitive spots.
Within what feels like seconds, my whole body is trembling, my hips bucking up, on the very brink of orgasm.
Just as I’m about to come, he slows down.
Changes his rhythm. Still delicious, still enough to keep my body under his control.
But not enough for me to climax. Over and over he brings me to the very edge, and over and over he does not let me fall into the oblivion of the orgasm I now so desperately need.
“Alex, please!” I beg, running my fingers through his hair in desperation.
He stops and looks up at me, his dark eyes full of fire, his face soaked with my juices.
My legs shake violently as my release ebbs away again, and I throw my head back against the pillow in frustration.
Is he never going to make me come? Is this actually a punishment?
No. His bed is only for pleasure, I remind myself, as tears of need well up in my eyes.
He slides his fingers out of me and moves up the bed, nestling himself between my thighs until his massive cock is pressing at my opening.
I wriggle beneath him, trying to capture him.
He puts his hand around my throat. Gently squeezes until he has my full attention. I lie still and needy, our eyes locked.
“You are dripping all over this bed, princesa. All over me. Your cream is fucking delicious, and I’ve still not had enough. I’m going to take every last drop from you.”
He pushes himself inside me, and my eyes almost roll into the back of my head. He’s so big, so hard, filling me up in the way I always crave.
He lifts my legs and wraps them around his waist. I expect him to slam into me, but he doesn’t. He fucks me slowly, every thrust making me more excited.
“I want you to soak these bed sheets with your cum, Alana. I want you to scream my name. I want you remember how good we are together, how our bodies were made for each other.”
I murmur his name as I gaze up at him. This beautiful man who makes me feel like a queen. Moving in and out of me, his eyes on my face, watching my every reaction.
“Alex,” I gasp. “I do remember. I love you so much.”
“Te quiero Alana,” he breathes before sealing his mouth over mine. The kiss is as slow as the lovemaking, a perfect blend of tenderness and passion, our tongues swirling and our lips dancing. My hands are in his hair, my legs wrapped around him, my whole body entwined with his.
Together, we move as one, everything aligned, everything fitting into place.
I don’t know where I end and he begins. Our slick skin sliding, our hearts booming, our hands searching.
He fucks me so slowly and so perfectly, I don’t ever want it to end.
It’s the sweetest of tortures. And when I finally reach my climax, it is spectacular.
Powerful waves of euphoria roll over me, and I can barely breathe through it.
My pussy contracts, as a rush of wet heat gushes out of me. Soaking the sheets, just like he said.
It’s only then that he breaks our kiss, and smiles at me. “Jesus, Alana! You are amazing. Completely fucking perfect in every way, mi reina.”