12. An Unique Moment
903 Words
His eyes seemed to spark in the dim light. There was an entire world of emotions swirling through his blue irises, but desire prevailed. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. He said he loved me. But who did he love? Elisabeth, that didn’t exist? Bess, his princess? Still a ghost. Or Nadine, the coward who lets others push her to the limit?
His mouth descended upon mine, and I held my breath. He took it slow. His tongue starting to dance with my lips, asking permission to enter. I parted them and he deepened the kiss. His tongue played with mine, explored ever oh so slowly. His hand caressed me, traveling through the line of my neck to an inch of my chest. He left my mouth and showered me with kisses from the neck down. He played with my n*****s and although I was yet fully dressed, I felt myself harden to his touch. Suddenly, I wanted him. All of him. If there was pain involved, well, so be it. But it would be with him. And it had to make a difference when we’re with someone we love, right?
I surrendered myself to him, his touch feather light on my skin, his mouth lightning a fire within me that only he could erase.
He helped me to get out of my shirt and contemplated my breasts, covered by my simple bra. He seemed… reverent.
"f*****g beautiful…"
His voice was different… graver… raspy even… his crude language should have scared me, but it just turned me even more on, if possible. This was Alex… he would not hurt me. He said he loved me. Thomas had never said that… no one had…
His mouth covered me and I never felt so tiny like I felt in his arms. He was strong, larger than life… His arms were encircling me, but I wasn't feel trapped.So strong, and yet he showered me with kisses and made my body sing in a way it never had. He threw his t-shirt away and for the first time I could feel his muscles under my fingers, see his perfect sculpted abs. His skin was soft… who would say, such a big bear but so soft to the touch…
His nostrils flared and he kissed me again. His weight was nearly crushing me and he changed positions.
"I don’t want you to feel obligated to anything, princess…"
Obligated, was he kidding? Now ridding him, with the barriers of both our trousers in the way, I wanted all of him. He seemed to understand and he took both the pants and the boxers down in one single movement. I gulped. He truly was big. All over. And he made me feel so good… But he was big and I didn't think it would fit.
I straddled him once again, but I had removed my pants as well. It would take a lot more courage than the one I had to remove the last barrier as well, but he didn’t seem to mind. He caressed me over the fabric and I felt a jolt of electricity going through me.
"Do whatever you want, princess."
He was speaking through clenched teeth, but there was no anger in his voice. He seemed to be hanging to his amazing control by a thread.
I took my time analyzing him. It was pulsing and I was fascinated by it. I caressed it with my nail and heard him gasp. He was so sensitive… I found my voice:
"I think I want it… inside me…"
One minute I was straddling him, the other he was above me. The movement was so swift it surprised me. His eyes were almost black, his breath as ragged as mine… and he kissed me again. His hands were busying themselves with my body, my panties went down but I barely noticed. Hism outh was gentle, his movements controled. Oh so slowly he started to build up that tension inside me, and I started to pant. It was unknown, but I wanted it… no, I craved it… and suddenly his mouth was on my n*****s and he was fingering me inside, touching a spot I didn't know I had… and I just exploded in a million pieces, his mouth upon mine drinking my cry as I ride his fingers. Soon he removed his fingers and embraced himself. His mushroom tip entered me and I tensed up. He stopped, kissing me again, making me relax in his arms and suddenly he was in. All the way in. He was... inside me. And I felt no pain. He stopped, ever cautious of my reactions, and when I started tearing up, he cursed and removed himself from within.
"I’m hurting you…"
"No, you aren’t. it’s just… I never felt this before…"
He stopped, his eyes alight with new emotions.
"Never?"
"Never."
"My princess…"
He started to move, and which stroke I felt him opening me up to him in more ways than just physical. I loved him. All of him. God, where had he been all my life? The tension was building up again, and with it a new need. I loved him, I really loved him…
"I love you too, my princess…"
Those were his last words before we both reached our peak.
His ragged breath made my eyes tearing up. I was his. Now and forever.
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