Morana

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Alejo's kiss caught me by surprise, but it was a welcomed one. It took my breath away with the intensity of it and it made me aware of exactly what he wanted to do.

I made to grab hold of his hair, but as I did, I felt that his left side was all sticking together. Frowning, I pulled away to look. The blood that had come from his wound had dried and created tufts of hair. I hadn't thought about that as we had talked and I realized then that I had to look like a mess as well. I had cried so much and I had held him while he had bled.

Alejo didn't seem to give a damn about that though. He kissed down my face, to my neck. Sent shivers through my body. His hands went under my top and pulled it over my head in a swift movement. Bent his head and pulled my bra to the side to kiss my nipples.

My thoughts of what I might look like disappeared. His lips on my body made me let out a small moan, and I unclasped my bra to give him better access. He kissed one of my breasts while he cupped the other with his hand, sucked on the nipple on one, while pinching the other. I had one hand on his shoulder and the other grabbed his hair. My eyes were closed, but my mouth open.

His touches and kisses felt better than anything else.

One of his hands traveled down. To my legs to get under my skirt. Then the hand landed on my panties. He pressed his fingers against me and moved it along my slit. They traveled up a bit and put pressure on a specific spot, the specific spot. He pressed and rubbed my clit, with the fabric still between, while still kissing my breasts. I leaned my head back as another moan, a louder one, escaped me.

He really knew how to make me forget about all things else.

He was only in the cloak like gown he had worn at the coven. I pushed him back slightly as my hands went to unbutton it and, to my pleasure, he wore nothing underneath. I placed my hands on his chest, felt the muscles, let my fingers run through the hair he had there. Followed the hair as far down as I could go with the few buttons I had opened. I felt him shiver under my touch and turned my eyes up to his. He rested his head against the couch, his eyes on me with hunger in them.

I wanted more. Wanted his whole being.

I moved to get off his lap and his hands left my body. He took off the cloak, and I pulled off both my skirt and underwear.

My back was against the arm of the couch and I was in a half sitting position. Alejo had one knee on the couch, the other foot was on the floor. He towered over me, his eyes, that looked darker than normal, wandered over my body. My insides clenched in anticipation. The way he looked at me made me close my legs as I felt my wetness increase.

"Don't you dare," he murmured and place a hand on each of my knees. He opened my legs again before he bent his head down. His hand guided one of my legs over his shoulder before his tongue licked along me. He moaned against me and I shuddered at the sensations it caused. He licked me slowly one time, before he took hold of my hips and pressed me closer to him. There was nothing slow or careful about the way he ate me out. It was rough and fast, as if he tried to devour me, and I loved every second of it.

I tried to control myself, tried to hold back because I wanted to get to enjoy it for as long as possible. I would have liked if it had gone on for forever. But he drove me crazy. I turned my head towards the couch. The moans he elicited from me got muffled by the cushions.

He stopped and moved my head away from the couch.

"I want to hear you. All of it," he told me in a hoarse voice, before pressing down on me again.

He sucked on my clit and begun moving his fingers in and out of me. I found myself grabbing hold of the back of his head, pressed him to me even more and my hips moved to create more pleasure.

My body tensed as the orgasm rippled through me. The pleasure coming in wave after wave. My grasp on him went from holding him closer to ensure I didn't collapse and fall off the couch.

He moved himself up, and I immediately went in to kiss him. I could taste myself on his lips, but that did not matter at all. I only wanted more of him.

While we kissed, his fingers went between my legs again, and I moaned against his lips as he rubbed my clit. Soon enough though, I had to break the kiss because I breathed too hard and the moans came too often.

"You're so fucking sexy," he murmured in a voice that was deeper and huskier than normal.

The pleasure of hearing his voice like that mixed with the pleasure his fingers caused, and I shuddered. I wanted to tell him he was too, but I couldn't formulate any words. My forehead leaned against his shoulder and I held onto him to keep myself from floating away.

"I could do this all day. Make you cum, over and over again." His voice was right by my ear. His lips brushed against me as he talked.

I dug my nails into his shoulders as I tried to stabilize myself. Tried to make sure I wouldn't fall back.

"I fucking love you, Morana."

I went over the edge again. Another orgasm coursed through me. I swayed, but Alejo placed his free hand on my back, held me to him. My head on his shoulder, I breathed heavily and my mind felt blissfully blank.

Just as I started to make coherent thoughts again, Alejo began rubbing my clit once more. After two orgasms, it was sensitive enough that I almost immediately felt the buildup to an orgasm, but it also felt wrong. It wasn't what I wanted. As amazing as it all felt, it wasn't enough. I wanted more.

I wanted him.

"Please, Alejo," I managed to get out.

His fingers went faster, undoubtedly misunderstanding what my plea was for.

"No," I said next.

His movement stopped instantly, and he moved slightly away from me. When our eyes met, I saw a slight panic in his as they looked all over my face in search of something.

"I want you," I added.

He let out a sigh, and then a smirk appeared on his lips. His eyes had also darkened.

"You want what?" He kissed my neck and his hand went to massage my breast.

"You," I answered breathlessly.

"You got me," he whispered by my ear.

I shook my head. "No, I... I want..."

He pinched my nipple, and I gasped. It was hard enough to send a shot of pain through me, but it was a pain that subsided as quickly as it had come and only made everything else feel more intense.

"Use your words, Morana. Tell me what you want." His hand traveled down my stomach a bit, only to return up.

I started to get annoyed and frustrated with him. He had to know what I meant, but still refused to give it to me. Though it also turned me on even more. Made me crave him more.

"I want you inside of me." I turned my head to meet his eyes, to glare at him.

He chuckled lightly and kissed my cheek. "Why didn't you just say so?"

I let out a sigh of relief, sure that he would finally fuck me. But to my disbelief, he moved a hand down again, moved his fingers towards my opening.

I had gotten to my limit and before he could do anything more, I pushed him down on the couch. Then I quickly pulled his underwear off before straddling him. Just as I was about to lower myself onto him, an idea popped into my head and I smiled to myself.

I let his tip press slightly against me, but not go in. I watched as he closed his eyes and listened to his breathing become heavier. Then I felt him move his hips up and I made sure to move his cock so it wouldn't go in. He frowned slightly and moved down his hips before trying and failing again. He opened his eyes.

"Annoying, isn't it?" I smirked down at him. I moved the head of his dick between my folds. Let my wetness drip down on him, but denied him access. "Use your words, Alejo. Tell me what you want."

Before I had time to react, he had moved us around so I was underneath him.

"Fuck words," he murmured before pushing himself inside of me.

It was hard and fast, no restraint, and exactly what I wanted, what I needed. My nails dug into his skin, urged him to go even harder. He moved away, out of me, but I couldn't complain before he had flipped me around. He pulled my hips up, smacked my ass, and I let out a yelp that was more of surprise than anything else, before he started fucking me again. One of his arms went around me, found my clit and started working it as he continued moving in and out of me.

My head turned, this time down towards the couch, and my moans got muffled again. Alejo stopped his movements. Grabbed my hair and forced my head up.

"What did I say?" he asked. "Tell me what I told you."

I swallowed hard. My voice shook as I answered. "That you want to hear me."

"That's right, love," he said before he began again. The hand stayed in my hair.

I was lost to all things else. Could just feel him. Got closer and closer and tried to stop it because I didn't want it to end. But it was impossible to stop. My whole body had reached its peak of sensitivity and he pressed slightly harder with his fingers on my clit. By accident or on purpose, I couldn't tell, but it was enough for the flow of my orgasm to come. My mind was empty, and I knew nothing but the intense feeling of pleasure.