Love Bites

LOVE BITES Chapter 36 : Adoration

It was like he was giving me a show of everything he could offer. Slow and passionate. Fast and wicked. I didn't know which I preferred. Both felt too good.

My arms tightened around his neck. I tugged on his long hair, twisting the fine dark locks and demanding more. His searing lips alternated to rain kisses along my jawline and leave a wet trail down the curve of my neck with his tongue. He seemed to favour the spot where my neck and shoulder joined, his mouth lingering there. I felt his teeth graze my fair skin. They're sharp. Half of myself was aware of what were elongating in Alastair's mouth and afraid, but the other half, the part of myself that was more in control in that passional moment, had me fluttering my eyes shut and angling my neck to give him better access.

I clung to him tightly. I didn't want to think about my fears, I only wanted to feel his touch and ease the ache between my legs. It was becoming unbearable. A building pressure. I needed something there. I needed him.

"Alsa," I whimpered.

He seemed to understand, wrapping an arm securely around my waist and pushing us off the wall. His other hand continued to massage my backside, strewing my panties uncomfortably to the side. I wanted them off.

He walked us back to the sofa, momentarily pulling away to allow us to rag in a few uneven breaths. As he carefully lowered me down, he kissed me deeply once more and my eyelids fell shut at the sweetness of it.

The murmuring voices coming from the TV melted away and a strong scent filled my nostrils. My back settled into something much more plush than the sofa. I opened my eyes and recognised the walls and bookshelves that lined Alastair's room. He moved us here, to his room. I looked up at him unsurely, a whirlwind of thoughts and feelings swirling around my head and making me doubt this moment, doubt whether I took the right pill this morning. Am I sure I wanted to do this?

Yes, I do.

Alastair stood and pulled his shirt above his head, tousling his midnight dark hair. I laid back on the comfy bed, my ombré hair sprawled across the pillows in matted curls around my body. I nibbled on my fingernail as I watched him crawl towards me, his warm hand wrapping around my ankle and slowly tracing upwards along the curve of my leg to my thigh. I swallowed, hard, my skin quivering at his delicate touch.

With his heated gaze locked on mine, Alastair placed a tender kiss to the inside of my thigh —right next to the spot I craved him most. I arched my back a little and gasped for air, my legs automatically closing around him. He held them apart and trailed his lips over my panties in a feather-like kiss. I bit my bottom lip to stop from moaning and felt his hands crawl upwards across my stomach between the slit in the babydoll.

He stared up at me between the V of my cleavage, tugging on the bow dangling between my breasts with his teeth. "White clothing does look the best on you," he said a little above a whisper. "It magnifies your purity, strength and virtue." He tugged a little harder on the bow so that it fell undone across my navel. "But you won't be needing it tonight."

With one hand he undid the clip at the front of the bra. It fell open. I sucked in a breath, the cold air hardening my nipples and turning them into rosy buds. I shouldn't have been surprised, nor jealous, that he knew his bras but in truth I was, for both.

I felt over-exposed laying beneath him this way and on instinct my hands flew up to cover my nudity. With fast reflexes, Alastair caught my wrists and pinned them beside my head. "Now whose embarrassed?" He said, a smirk playing at the edges of his lips. I felt like I'd already spent all night kissing those lips.