My Protector

Steam and Margarita

The sun assaulted my eyes from behind my lids, as it came up the horizon. I could feel Alastair’s heavy warm breath, on the back of my neck. It seems like more was rising than the sun this morning. The feeling of our bodies pressed so closely sent shockwaves down my spine, to the puddle already forming between my legs.

I sighed and rolled to face his chest. Curling my legs around his waist, and moaning into him. I pressed our nude bodies, as close together as I could without making penitration.

Alastair's morning wood, pressing against my wet, hot slit. I rubbed my wet aching p***y along his shaft, not letting him in, but using the tip of his throbbing member to message my c**t.

I felt his arms tighten around me, one of his hands slid down to caress my ass.

“Mmmmm, good morning to you too, Tabby cat.” Alistair moaned in my ear. I lifted my head, and my lips met his In a passionate kiss.

I quickened my pace, and grinded my hips harder against him. Alistair squeezed my rear, and slipped his finger inside of me, from behind. I moaned into his mouth, as lifted me by the p***y, and rolled onto his back. Alastair then slammed me down on top of him. With one quick movement. He growled seductively, and grabbed my hips, using me as a living doll.

I moved with him, blending together to the sounds of the waves, crashing on the beach. We both moaned, and we began to move faster, matching pace with the ocean. The sound of our bodies slapping together only extended the intensity of our pleasure.

I sat up straight so that he could slide even deeper into my folds. My head dipped back, and I ran my hands through my hair as he thrust in hard, hitting my G spot. Over and over, again, and again. Until an electrifying orgasm, came crashing through my entire body.

“Alistair! Oh God, yes!” I called as I felt Alastair fill me up.

My body clenched in yet another orgasm, and Alistair called out In pure ecstasy. Hitting my pelvic wall, as hard and fast as he could.

His member pulsed inside of me for a few moments, before I collapsed on top of him, and he slid out from underneath me.

“Need to clean these sheets.” He chuckled heading towards the bathroom door.

All I could do was lay there, for a moment. Marinating in our juices, while staring at the bamboo sealing.

Yesterday, I was an unmated Bata female. Today, I am mated to a man who’s shlong should be considered a national treasure, and whose rank was yet to be determined.

“Are you sharing a shower with me? Or are you going to lay in our c*m all day?” Alistair mind linked me, and I heard the shower come on.

I stat up and slid my legs off the bed, realizing I was absolutely right about the feathers.

My room was covered in white fluffy mounds. Some feathers picked up and fluttered around as I made my way across the room. I giggled watching, as they tickled my ankles.

Alastair, helped me into the shower, and began to lather my body down with soap. When he was finished lathering me head to toe, he grabbed the detachable shower head, and began to message my skin clean.

Alistair changed the water setting to a hard jet, as he passed my navel. fallowing the Jet with his hand, kisses past my hips. My back fell against the wall, as the Jet met my core, and Alastair lifted my knees over his shoulders, and pressed his lips over my c**t.

I felt the water from the jet spray, fill me up like a water balloon as He pressed it between my legs from behind. The hose resting between my ass cheeks.

Not taking his mouth from my c******s, Alastair filled my hole, and then let it rhythmically drain out.

My body shook, as another orgasm washed through me. My entire body clenched. I lost my grip against the wall, and Alastair released his grasp on my lower abdomen. I slid down the wall and into his arms at the bottom of the bathtub.

Alastair held me in his arms, reaching over to turn the water on. The tub filled up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, and trust him into me. We both moaned and he ran conditioner through my hair as I held onto him and rocked back and forth.

Alastair paused, gripping the back of my hair and thrusting into me as he met with another climax.

“I love you. I love when you c*m in me, and I love how genuine you are.” I whispered in his ear, as he pumped me full of his seed.

“I love you, too. Sweet, Tabitha.” Alastair sighed before pulling the plug on the tub, and turning the shower head back on. He rinsed my hair, and our bodies before lifting me out of the tub, and placing my feet steadily on the bath mat.

I stumbled out of the bathroom, and back through my bedroom. wearing nothing but a loosely wrapped towel. The contents of my feather down blanket, stuck to water droplets on my ankles, and shins.

I rummaged through my drawers and pulled out a silky blue day dress. Alastair moved around me to find his mall bags of newly bought clothing. Then we both prepared for the day ahead.

We had a quick avocado toast, and eggs for breakfast, then took a short walk along the beach line.

Around noonish, my parents came back, and the four of us packed for the airport. once we were satisfied with our luggage we decided to cool down on the back patio.

“We have to be there by seven. Alpha Arthur is announcing his son, Beccut as the new alpha.” My father explained. “and I don’t want to miss our 8am flight.”

I was laying in my hammock, watching the stars, head to toe with the my mom. Margaritas in hand. The guys were sitting on the wicker outdoor sofa, planning our flight. while we sang sea shanties, and sipped our fire water.

“What about identification?” Alastair question, while going through a check list.

“I retrieved your new ID from the postal service this morning. Arthur had it made yesterday, and Express shipped it.” Dad handed Alastair his new North Carolina ID, a smart phone, brown leather wallet, and a fold of $100 bills.

“Tabs will help you navigate through your phone to find Your ticket, the money is just in case Tabitha forgets her pin number... Again.”

Alistair just chuckled in response.

“Hey, don’t pick on me!” I slurred through my drink. “It’s not my fault I got mom’s brain.” I teased. Mom nudged my foot with her elbow.

“Do not make me flip this swing thingy, and spill our tasty, grown up juice!” she teased back, rocking the hammock slightly.

“Swing thingy?” I giggled.

“Shhhh, mommy is sleepy.” She whispered back.

“Your mother is right. It would be in all of our best interests, to get to bed.” Dad replied yawning. Dad made eye contact with Alastair, and raised his eye brows.

"Actual bed. As in sleep. As in not making grand puppies."

Alistair rose to his feet and held his arms out to me. I tilted over and fell not so gracefully into him.

My mother rolled out of the hammock, holding her drink in the air, as to not spill it while flopping into the sand.

“Bed, kids. No sexy business.” She mumbled, in mock seriousness while heading towards the back door and shaking her finger.

Alastair and I headed back to my room through the perpetually open glass door. I took one last sip from my cocktail glass, and set it on the dresser besides Alastair’s mall bags. I slipped off my blue, spaghetti strap, day dress. Then I fell forward in my underwear landing face first onto to the slightly less fluffy feather bed.

The loose feathers from last night’s activities, had been swept up. Our stinking, sweaty sheets replaced with fresh bedding. I huffed the smell of fabric softener, off of my pillow. I could still smell Alastair through the new pillow case. I kept my eyes closed as the natural citrus perfume, got stronger.

Alastair tucked a hair behind my ear, and placed a kiss behind my neck.

“Time for bed, bud?” I yawned out of habit. We fell asleep quickly. The busy day before us, Was going to require rest.

We both passed out pretty quickly. Anticipation for what lays in our future, blended into our dreams.