"Look at me." His voice was gentle but demanding, the echo of his words like a lifeline to drag me back to reality, out of this incoherent but beautiful headspace.Like a soft echo, something to focus on. His voice.
My back arched and hips rolled. I felt like I was on fire, and I was loving every moment of it. As I tried with any strand of willpower I had left to open my eyes, the vision of Alessi came into focus. He was beautiful. He was always beautiful, but this was a different kind of beautiful.
"Look at me," He repeated, smiling softly down at me as he watched my expression. A few moments passed, or maybe a few hours, before my eyes grew heavy again, vision blurred as I fought against rolling my eyes back with pleasure as he slowly slid into me..
My eyes finally met his and I gasped loudly, a string of groans following instantly as he hovered above me, his hips burrowing into mine as he thrust deeper into me. My legs wrapped tightly around his lower back, hands clawing desperately at him. I thought, for a moment, I would die if I lost the feeling.
He dropped to his elbows, caging me below him and began trailing sloppy kisses across my neck and chest, interrupted only by feverish pants and profanities which presented themselves as deep groans through gritted teeth.
"A-Alessi~." I gasped again, feeling his hips roll in an effort to get impossibly further inside me. My nails dug into his back before reaching for his shoulders. I was desperate. I could feel it coursing through my body. Close wasn't close enough.
Sweat dampened curls bounced in front of my eyes and tickled my nose when he took a moment to look down at where our bodies met. I could tell that was now his favorite sights in the world. My hand reached higher, tugging the hair at the top of his head- I needed his eyes on me. I needed him to watch me come undone beneath him. He obliged.
One hand snakes it's way under my shoulder, pulling me down to meet his thrusts. There was no way of possibly being any closer, but everything was worth a try. My hips rolled up again, head back and my eyes shut tightly. I opened my mouth, desperate to scream out the tingling sensation that rumbled in my stomach, but nothing came out. My breath quickened and I managed a moan, but nothing near what I was feeling on the inside.
"Look...at me," Alessi repeated, panting between thrusts. His arm left my shoulder, finger trailing lightly down my stomach until he reached the bundle of nerves I had between us. I didn't need to open my eyes to see the smirk on his face, but my eyes opened quickly at the warm feeling of fluid that wasn't my own landing just above where I needed him to touch me.
I looked down and watched as he spit drooled again, thumb collecting it and pressing harshly against me. I was done. I screamed, legs shaking around him as my orgasm washed over me.
He continued to fuck me through it, wave after wave of pleasure consuming my body. It was almost too much. Almost. "Fuck!" He grunted loudly, fingers digging into my hips as he chased his own release.
The room was silent, aside from the two of us desperately trying to catch our breaths. There was no more moaning, groaning or echoing of skin against skin. I whimpered as he pulled out of me, the empty feeling consuming all of my thoughts. I hated it. Alessi ran a finger up my slit, collecting whatever juices spilled out on the tip of his finger.
"Open,"
I did as I was told, the salty taste in my throat sent a new wave of excitement through me. I fought, again, to open my eyes, to take in the sight of him- sweaty and restless and fucked. Though heavy eyelids I watched him stand, pull on a pair of long forgotten boxers and run his hands through his hair. He smiled when he caught sight of me staring. "Pretty baby~" He whispered, climbing back in bed and straddling my still shaking hips. "You alright?"
"Mhmm," I mumbled, not sure if I could remember how to talk.
He smiled and bent over me, feather like kisses trailing across my face, down my neck and across my collarbones. His hair, once again, tickling my nose. I ran my fingers gently up and down his back, soothing the raised lines and crescent shaped bumps I had left against his skin.
They'd be gone by morning, almost entirely anyway, but for the rest of the night, each touch was a reminder and heated my body with excitement and anticipation. "Come on," his voice echoed in my ears again as he spoke, climbing off of me again. "Let's get you cleaned up."
I didn't move. I couldn't. I wanted more. "Y/n," He cooed again.
"Look at me..."
