Her hands fisted in the sheets as she cried out. Rael continued to devour her like a starving man. His tongue circled her clit, then dipped inside her, then returned to that sensitive bundle of nerves.
“So wet,” he groaned against her. “Fuck, Alanis, you’re dripping for me.”
He worked two of his fingers inside of her, without stopping what his tongue was doing. Alanis pushed back against his tongue and fingers, which found the right spot that made her see stars. He scissored his fingers as his tongue persisted in its attack on her clit.
Alanis gasped, feeling her orgasm tightly twisting in her belly. She was so close. She could taste it—and then he stopped.
“No!” She tried to turn, but his free hand pressed on her lower back and held her down. “Rael, what…”
“Not yet. I said I am going to make this last.”
“I hate you,” she gasped, although her body trembled with need.
“No, you don’t.” His fingers began to move again, gradually this time, making her even wetter, but without letting her topple over the edge. “You love this. You love me like this. You love that I know I can make you come.”
Alanis wanted to flip him off, but Rael wasn’t lying. She did love the way he was attuned to her body. It was like he was always aware of what she needed before she did.
His fingers withdrew, and she whimpered at the loss. Then she felt the head of his cock pressing against her entrance, thick and hard, and every coherent thought fled her mind.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, his voice strained. “My cock inside you?”
“Yes,” she sobbed, a lone tear falling from her eyes. “Please, fuck, Rael. I need—”
With a single movement, he thrust inside, both of them groaning loudly. No matter how many times they fucked that night at the hotel, Alanis knew she would never get used to his size. He was bigger than the other men she had been with. Her pussy stretched to fit him, causing a strain.
“Fuck,” he gripped her hips too tightly; she was sure it would leave bruises. “You feel incredible. So tight, so perfect.”
He thrust in, up to the hilt, pulled out completely, and repeated it, establishing a pace that was slow, deep, and undoubtedly maddening.
Alanis tried to move her hips to get him to move more quickly, but his grip held her in the very position he desired.
“Patience,” he said roughly. “I want to savor this.”
But Alanis was over being patient. The heat was making her insane, desperate, and wild. She tightened around him and was rewarded with a guttural moan.
“You like it harder?” His voice sounded threatening. “Fine.”
He withdrew and flipped her on her back with her thighs spread wide open. He stared at her, lying spread out on the bed, flushed and panting, naked before him.
“Beautiful,” he moaned, thrusting harder than before.
He fucked her hard and fast, each thrust driving her higher, making the bed shake beneath them. His hand came up to wrap around her throat, not squeezing, just resting there.
“Is this what you wanted? Is this rough enough for you?”
“Oh god, yes,” she gasped, throwing her head back. “Please don’t stop.”
Rael pressed his thumb against her windpipe, slightly increasing the pressure. Alanis was pushed to the brink by the combination of this and his forceful thrusts. He didn’t stop this time when she got closer. He continued until the orgasm tore through her as he stroked her clit in tight circles with his other hand. Her entire body trembled with delight as her inner walls tightened around him.
“That’s it,” Rael moaned, his hips never ceasing to thrust. She tried to scream, but his grip on her throat reduced it to a choking gasp, which strangely made it even more intense. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel it.”
Rael released her throat and let her take a deeper breath as the orgasm began to wane.
But he wasn’t done. He continued to thrust into her during the aftershocks, pushing her into another climax before she could finish with the first.
“I can’t, Rael, I can’t…too much…”
“Yes, you can.” His voice was strong, authoritative. “You can take everything I give to you.”