Page 41 of Clonely You
This is payback for all the times I teased him with the milker, I decide. When I made him come over and over again. It’s the sweetest sort of retaliation, though, and by the time he’s fingered me into two more climaxes, I whimper and beg for mercy.
“How many times can you come before it becomes uncomfortable for you, my sweetness?”
“I’m…almost…there…now,” I manage. “Can you just fuck me now, please?”
He gives a ragged groan, burying his face against my skin, and I realize how close he is to losing control himself. Aithar breathes hard for a few minutes, composing himself, and lifts his head. He’s flushed, skin sweaty, but there’s a look of joy on his face.
Joy…and his pupils are huge with arousal. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Absolutely.” I wriggle on the bed. “Right now, please. I’m aching for it.”
He nods, as if not trusting his voice, and carefully moves his big body over mine. He kisses me once, twice, and gets to his feet and strips his clothing off. There’s a wet spot on the front of his trou, and when he lowers them, his cock springs free, hard and aching and flushed a deep magenta red that tells me how needy he is. I moan at the sight of it, and when he moves back into the bed, I hook one leg around his hips and try to drag him forward.
This time, he doesn’t chastise me. He just kisses me again, hungrier than before. His hips rock against my pussy, dragging the heated, rigid length of him through my slick folds, and we both moan together.
“You feel so good,” I manage. “Keep going. It’ll feel even better.”
Aithar is silent, and I wonder if he’s holding his breath. He rocks against me again, and he shifts his weight, a hand slipping between us. He skims his fingers over my cleft, finds my entrance, and a moment later, he’s pressing his cock there. I make an encouraging sound, scarcely breathing myself as he enters me. I knew he was pleasantly large, but the feel of him is more than I expected.
It’s exquisite, and it eases that dull, empty ache inside me.
“Is this…right?” he asks, voice tight. “Do I feel right inside you?”
I’m reminded that it’s his first time, and I dig my heel into the small of his back, pressing him closer to me. “You feel amazing, Aithar. You’re filling me up so good.”
His head lowers and he thrusts into me, and the sound that wrenches from his throat makes my toes curl.
“Again,” I praise, because it doesn’t matter if I’m in charge now. We’re together. “Just like that.”
He strokes into me again, and when I nod encouragement, Aithar moves again. It takes a few moments to set up a rhythm between our bodies, but then we’re moving together, and everything feels incredible. I forget all about coaching him and lose myself in the sensation of coming together, of his cock driving into me, of his warm, heavy body moving over mine. I’m clenching again, moving towards another orgasm before I realize it, and when I whimper, Aithar braces himself and rocks faster and faster into my body, driving both of us to the edge.
This time, when I come, he’s scarcely a moment behind me, and I hear him grit out my name even as stars dance behind my eyes.
Dazed, I’m scarcely aware of our sweaty bodies twined together. I’m content to float in the aftermath, blissed out. At some point, Aithar tugs on the cord and frees my hands, and my arms slide around him. He pets my bare skin everywhere he can,rolling onto his side to take his weight off me and dragging me into his arms. He buries his face in my neck and inhales deeply.
“My Michaela….there are no words.” He holds me tightly, his mouth at the crook of my shoulder.
I stroke his short, short hair and smile to myself. “That was incredible.”
He grunts, proving that he does, indeed, have no words.
“You’re wonderful. Have I told you that lately?”
He shakes his head.
“Then I should do that more often.” He’s always telling me how incredible I am, and I need to do the same to prove to him that he means everything to me. Trailing my fingers across one broad tattooed shoulder, I sigh. “What now?”
Aithar lifts his head, studying my face. “Now I clean the kitchen because I promised I would not leave you a mess. Then I will return, and we’re going to talk about what is next for the two of us.”
I smile. “Because no more ‘fooling’?”
“No more,” he agrees. “I want you as my mate, Michaela. I adore you. I worship you. I would spend every day making you realize this. You are everything to me, but I must know how you feel, too. I would not push myself upon you, but…I cannot love in a vacuum. I need my love to be returned, or it will destroy both of us.”
I bite my lip. “What if I tell you that I love you and it terrifies me?”
He looks astonished. “Why?”
“Because I have someone to lose again.”