Forever My Alpha

13

Morning came quicker then I had expected. After last night's dinner you could say I was beyond mad and even demanded Elijah to sleep down stairs on the couch. But unfortunately it didn't last when just an hour later I felt like my body would explode in frustration from the insanity of a scratch I could not itch and Elijah seemed to be the only way to stop it. More like satisfy the itch with intense pleasure. It was more then I could ever think possible when two people came together in the act of what truly was between heady fucking and love making all in one.

He was intensely soft and gentle at times, to a passion that held no bonds with its roughness that was surpisingly a rush watching him loose control with in me. Damn the man had me more then just wet from myself. I could feel how moist I still was in between my legs almost begging to be filled once more. I couldn't get enough it appeared but thankfully the feeling wasn't so intense as when it had started.

The thought Elizabeth's spell was wearing off had my eyes flutter open to see a very broad muscular back with my arms tightly around thick muscles spooning Elijahs incredibly warm body. His back I could see suffered my endless raking of nailed threw each orgasm he had given me. I couldn't tell you how I didn't black out a few times from my lungs seizing with each spasm of my body. It was exelorating, addictive, toe curling passion with sweet kissing and harsh biting, bonelessly exhausting orgasmic to be only invigorated with a simple caress lighting the fire once more. All that rolled up into one.

Slowly I pulled myself from his warm sensual spicey musk of a body heading to the bathroom. My hair was completely all knotts grabbing a brush opening the glass door to the shower. It was a wonder to find more feminine products in his bathroom and ones that I had in my own. Elijah seemed to take it upon himself to purchase shampoo and conditioner for me, even my favourite shower gel that was anything but cheap. It was the only thing I really pampered myself with. My mother used to use it always feeling she was surrounding me by its sweet floral smell. I couldn't believe with the few times he's been in my bathroom to remember what I use to even go as far as purchasing them for me in the off chance I would want them, like now. The man was magnificent and down right panty dripping sexy. The last twenty-four hours flashing in my mind arousingly.

I had to be the most luckiest girl in the world to have found a man so attentive to my every wants and desires without a single word. Going above and beyond in everything it seemed. It would just take a look or a hesitant touch and in seconds I was there in the heat of my thoughts. He was engrossed in pleasing me that I wondered what he wants? I knew I satisfied him if last night wasn't proof enough or the evidence still deep inside me. But he always seemed to aim in pleasing only me, putting himself last till I was completely mindless in ecstasy to finally give into his own release.

Turning on the shower head from the ceiling I went to work cleaning my hair working on the thick knotts once getting to conditioner. Rinsing it out I grasped my creek spring flower bath gel. I loved the rich pearlescent gel lathering quickly, rinsing it off easily leaving my skin feel clean and lightly fragranced like a delicate floral bouquet.

I wondered if he got it because he liked the smell as well. He was always breathing me in, specially licking my whole body as if he couldn't get enough of my taste. Did I taste that intoxicatingly good seeing his eyes almost look black as his tongue lapped over my most intimate part like I was a sweet he couldn't get enough of? I wondered? Would I like that same of him? Now thinking about it, I haven't once tasted him. He never once even made a impression of wanting me to please him in the same way. I could almost guarantee all men fantasize about their partner going down on them in the same fashion. But would I like the taste the same as he?

He had said he couldn't get me pregnant never once using protection but I still had my reservations, if the feeling being filled by him every time wasn't erotic enough. Time would tell only just having had my monthly twice now afterwards. Honestly the idea of being pregnant at my age didn't scare me but more on who the person I would be with when I did have a child. With Elijah though I could already feel myself smiling at the idea, an impossible fantasy but one I couldn't dwell on.