Find Me Alastar

He stands and lifts the glass to his lips as I hold my breath. My ovaries start to chant again, skull,

skull, skull.

He drinks it down then he removes my bra, smiles in appreciation as my breasts fall free.

His thumb gently dusts over my erect nipple. “Very nice,” he whispers.

I pick up my glass and tip my head back. He pushes me back onto the bench as he seemingly loses

control at the sight of my naked skin, and his mouth runs between my two breasts as if he doesn’t know

which one he wants in his mouth. His hand goes back to between my legs and he slides three fingers into

me, causing me to arch and cry out.

“Legs back,” he whispers over my stomach.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

I pull my legs back and he starts to really ride me with his strong, thick fingers, causing my back to

arch even farther off the bench toward him. My mouth hangs open in pleasure. Oh, shit, I’m going to come.

He senses it and pulls out immediately, leaving me to sigh in his absence.

He stands and drinks the shot. His eyes drop to my panties and he smiles darkly as he pulls them down

my legs.

And there it is. I’m sitting before him, naked except for my high top sheer stockings. His hungry eyes

drop to the pulsing place between my legs. Waxed to have just a small triangle of short hair, I feel open

and vulnerable. I’m wet, so wet. And goddamn it, I need that tongue on, in me, all over me… now.

I slowly pick up my glass and lick the rim of it for added effect and his breath catches as he watches

my tongue go to work.

I drink it down and my eyes hold his. “Lick. Sip. Suck,” I whisper.

He loses control and throws me onto my back across the bench and pulls me apart to his gaze. I lie

still and hold my breath, unable to move as I stare at the ceiling.

Silence falls.

This is a damn drinking game and here I think this is the most intimate moment I have ever had with

anyone in my life.

With one hand spreading me open, Alastar slides his other fingers into me, watching as my body

struggles to accept him. His breath quivers with arousal.

“Ohh,” he breathes. “That has got to be the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”

He pulls his fingers out, and as his dark eyes hold mine, he sucks them clean and dips his head.

His tongue burns me the minute it touches me, and he rips my legs back to the bench. Unable to control

himself any longer, he lets go and really starts to eat me. I sit up on my elbows as I watch the gorgeous

man’s head bob up and down between my legs, and when he bites my clitoris, I get dizzy. Is it the alcohol

fog or the loss of blood to my brain? I will never know, but this is the hottest thing I have ever seen.

He is fully dressed in a suit and on his knees across a kitchen bench burying his face between my legs.

“Yes,” he growls into me. “You taste so good.”

Oh… God. I drop my head back as my pleasure takes over, the orgasm ripping through every part of

me and forcing my body forward violently.

And then he kisses me softly, tenderly and I feel myself become emotional. I have to close my eyes to

block out the emotion.

What the hell is this?

My haunted eyes meet his again for just a moment before he tears his gaze away from mine and drops

his head to my neck.

Is it the alcohol?

“I need you,” he whispers as he removes his suit jacket. “I need your body around mine.”

Oh, yes. I regain my composure and stand to rip his jacket from his shoulders. I want him. I want him

inside of me now. I unbutton his shirt in double quick time and am rewarded with the sight of his perfect

torso.

Naturally athletic and with a scattering of dark hair across his chest, he has the most beautiful olive

skin that contrasts against his white shirt. I unzip his pants and drop them down his legs. No words are

required. I know he needs this as much as I do.

His black jocks do nothing to hide his arousal; his hard cock is sitting well above the waistband.

He’s big.

He’s fucking perfect.

It’s my turn to lead. I slide his pants down his legs and he throws his head back as I roll his testicles

in my hand. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a man. I’ve missed this. ………. although my

previous boyfriend was nothing like this. Not comparable really. This man is a species all of his own.

I lead him to my bedroom and flick on the lamp as I sit him on my window seat. He stays silent,

watching me intently as I saunter around naked apart from my stockings. I kneel before him and kiss his

thick shaft. He smells divine and the pre-ejaculate is dripping from the end of him. I take him in my mouth

and he sighs in pleasure. Thank God he got me off first. At least I can concentrate on the job at hand now.

I flick my tongue over the end of his shaft. He smiles darkly and grabs the back of my head then forces

me down. His two hands are resting on the back of my head as he starts to roll his hips and ride my mouth,

my eyes closing in pleasure. I’ve never had this before-had a man that was so blatantly sexual that

nothing else matters but us. It’s addictive and damn dangerous to my sanity.

He loses control and stands as his hands hold my head with pressure. He begins to really fuck my

mouth.