One hand cups my face, his thumb stroking my cheekbone while the other traces the line of my jaw. I've never felt so cherished, so completely seen. Every touch says I'm precious, that my pleasure matters to him as much as his own.
He lifts his head slightly, holding my gaze.
His eyes are the color of storm clouds—dark gray with flecks of silver that catch the lamplight. The intensity in them steals my breath, like he's looking directly into my soul.
"More," I whisper, my voice barely audible.
A smile spreads across his face, sweet and genuine. It transforms his sharp features into something softer. Almost sweet. Then he pushes his hips forward, making the tip of his cock nudge against my entrance through his briefs.
"Are you sure?" he asks, his voice low and rough.
"Yes."
My hand slips between us, fingers dipping into the waistband of his briefs. I wrap my hand around his cock, and my breath catches. He's thick and heavy in my palm, the skin velvety over steel. I can feel the ridge of his veins as I slide my hand down his length, exploring him.
Raff groans, his hips jerking forward into my touch. "Fuck, Elle," he breathes. "Your hands feel fucking amazing."
He holds himself over me with one arm, muscles straining as he pushes his briefs down with his free hand. The sight of his cock springing free makes my heart race, and I grab him again. This time with nothing between us, skin to skin.
Excitement builds as I guide him to my entrance, positioning him right where I want him. "I've been thinking about this since I first smelled you," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. "About how you'd feel inside me."
Raff’s eyes flash as a growl pushes from his chest. “Fuck,” he snarls, then he slides into me, stretching me perfectly.
We both groan as he fills me completely.
"Oh my god," he breathes, his forehead resting against mine. "You feel incredible. So tight and wet and perfect."
But all I can do is moan.
Then he begins to move, careful and deep at first, then faster.
My legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper with each thrust. The bed creaks beneath us, the sound mixing with our ragged breathing and the wet slap of skin against skin.
"Touch yourself," he commands. "I want to watch you get yourself off while I fuckyou."
My hand slides between my legs, fingers finding my clit. The dual stimulation is almost too much. I circle my clit in time with his thrusts, pleasure building again.
"That's it," he praises. "Look at you, taking me so well. You're doing so good, pretty girl. So fucking good."
His words push me closer to the edge. "Alpha," I gasp. "I'm close."
"Come with me," he says, his rhythm faltering slightly. "Come all over my cock."
His words send me over again. I cry out as pleasure courses through me, my inner walls clamping down around him. I’m still coming when Raff moves, rolling us and pulling me on top of him without breaking our connection.
"Ride me," he murmurs, his hands gripping my hips. "Show me how you like it."
For a moment I can't move, my body still trembling and my pussy keeps fluttering around his cock, each contraction making me gasp.
Raff starts forcing my hips to move for me, helping me feel every last pulse of my orgasm. The sensitivity is almost too much, but I don't want it to stop. I want more.
I need more.
I need to feel the hot pulse of his cum inside me.
I brace my hands on Raff’s chest, rising and falling slowly at first. His eyes are locked on where we're joined, his lips parted slightly.
"Look at you taking control," he praises me. "You're so gorgeous like this."
