As he continued pounding into my ass the initial feeling faded and a surprisingly nice one took its place. So nice I began asking him to go harder to make it stronger.
“How does this feel?”
“Good,” I moaned. My thighs clenched together, a pleasure unlike any I’d ever had before began to build up. This pressure was deep.
“More,” I plead, desperate for whatever this feeling was to take full effect.
“You’re always so greedy for this dick,” he laughed, tightening the grip he had on the back of my neck. “You feel so good, Cat.”
His moan sent a pulse right to my pussy. I dug my fingers into the stone rim of the lip of the tub.
Water was everywhere now, the sound of it reminded me of a high-powered washing machine.
The pleasurable pressure I was feeling continued to build, the incessant moans I was releasing were getting louder and louder with it. Alaric brought his body closer, shoving his cock deeper into my ass, more than I thought it could go. His abdominal muscles were pressing against my back.
The hand he had braced himself with snaked down and began assaulting my pussy, going from the clit to penetration.
It was too much.
Something unintelligible was said before the most intense orgasm I’d ever had spiraled through me. The pleasure was so intense that it segued into contraction-like waves. It lasted longer than the ones I had when Alaric fucked me regularly. This was a primal feeling.
As he rolled my clit and kept fucking me, I was immediately thrown into another small orbit of body tensing pleasure. I shut my eyes and whimpered. Come sprayed from my pussy and dripped down my legs, coating Alaric’s fingers.
“Fuck, Catalina,” he growled, bottoming out inside me as his climax was reached. I could feel his come being pumped into me with each twitch of his cock.
He stilled for a minute or two, placing another kiss on the back of my head before gently pulling out. I winced, feeling the immediate effects of what we just did. It took me another few seconds to move from the way I was bent over the tub.
Alaric took hold of my face once I was facing him again. He brushed kisses across my brow and down to my lips, teasing me with his tongue. I leaned into him, breathing heavily as I kissed him back.
“Are you alright?” He asked after we broke apart to catch our breath. He searched my eyes with more of his touching softness reflected in his. It was terrifying, but also completely tantalizing how sinister, but also attentive he was.
I nodded, not able to string together a coherent sentence. He grinned and gave me another kiss, this one chaste and fleeting. “Good. Let’s wash up and go to bed. I’m not done with you yet.”
I listened to the waves rolling in.
The sound of them mixed with the soft breathing from the man holding me were oddly comforting to me right now.
“Are you still awake?”
I smiled at his sleepy tone.
“I’ve been off and on.”
He tightened his hold on me and kissed my shoulder blade. I snuggled deeper beneath the duvet, bringing myself closer to his warm, naked body. I liked this. I liked being held by him and no longer sleeping alone.
“Content?” he teased as if reading my mind.
“Yeah…I like doing this.”
“You should. You’ll be doing it every night unless I’m called in. Even then, I promise to hold you for at least some of the night or early morning.”
I sighed, tracing an invisible pattern into the wrist wrapped around me. That sounded nice, but was it realistic? This whole situation, our entire relationship was toxic and unorthodox.
It worked right now because I was clearly not one hundred percent right in the head and neither was, he.
Would it work later down the line?
How about when more of the truth came out?
“Cat,” Alaric groaned. “I can hear your thoughts filling the room.” He removed his arms from around me and hoisted himself up, rolling me onto my back. “What is it?”
“It’s freakishly scary how well you know me.”
“I’m supposed to know you. I’m going to marry you one day.”
I raised my brows and laughed “Are you?”
“I wouldn’t joke about that. I want you to be tied to me in every way possible.”
“That sounds a lot different than--.”
“I love you?” he smiled at me. “I thought I was going to prove that to you.”
“Why say the words when I can you show you better? If you need them, I can do that too. Will you?”
My smile fizzled away. “I…I don’t know what that feels like. I’ve never had an experience beyond you I can compare it to. Not one that would count.”
His smile grew wider. The nightlight illuminated his adorable face and cute little dimple. He looked playful and carefree.
It was an effective hit to my heart.