Find Me Alastar

He puts his finger under my chin and guides my mouth to his, his tongue brushing across my lips,

tempting me to a deeper connection. “It’s been too long since I have been inside you, my love,” he

whispers as his tongue pushes aggressively into my mouth.

Hell, this taking it slow thing is overrated. I feel myself moisten as arousal starts to pump heavily

between my legs.

His hands deepen their grip on my behind and he pulls me onto his waiting hard length.

I want him. I want him now.

Screw this.

Unable to hold myself back, I take my shirt off over my head and slide my jeans down until I’m

standing before him in my underwear.

His hungry eyes drop down to my feet as they flash with arousal. He tenderly runs his hands up and

down my body in appreciation. It’s been eight weeks, eight long hard weeks without him. I have missed

him, every damn inch of him. The feeling of his arms around me as I wake, his body deep inside mine, and

the intimacy of our connection. I glance up at the painting one more time and it reminds me that this is not

a one sided passing affair. He feels it, too. The whole time we were apart he has spent painting thisProperty © NôvelDrama.Org.

picture. He has missed me and I feel an overwhelming surge of emotion toward him.

I take his shirt off over his head, undressing all of him slowly until he stands before me, naked and

hard. I have to stop myself from purring like a damn Cheshire cat. He is utterly gorgeous. His tall and

athletic body calls to me in a way like never before. The scattering of black hair across his chest, the

defined stomach and v of muscles on his lower hips that lead to his dark pubic hair. My eyes drop to his

large cock that hangs heavily between his legs. I can see every vein on its wide shaft and I’ll be damned if

it isn’t the best thing I have ever seen in my life.

For now, this cock is mine. All mine, and fuck, I’m going to put it to good use.

I push him back onto the bed and he falls as he pulls me down on top of him. We laugh as we kiss,

both excited for what’s to come. In one quick movement he rolls us so he is above me, and his lips take

mine as he slides his length up and down my weeping flesh. Every up stroke makes me hold my breath.

It’s been a while and I know he is going to fill me completely. He’s not a small man, but like a magician,

he knows how to use his wand perfectly. He grabs my inner thigh and pushes my leg up so it is around his

chest. His tongue sweeps through my mouth, his stubble burning my face.

I need him. Now!

As if sensing my desperation, he slides home in one deep thrust and the air is pushed from my lungs.

He stays still as he lets me adjust to his size. He kisses me tenderly and his eyes, his eyes stare into

mine, betraying his feelings. I smile into his lips and grab his behind to reassure him I’m ready. He slowly

pulls out as his eyes close in pleasure then pushes back in.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispers.

I stare at the ceiling through glassy eyes. If I could speak, I would say the same thing back, but I can’t.

I’m too overwhelmed by the feelings I have for him.

“I can’t live without you,” he breathes into my neck.

I smile and kiss him as I bring my hands to cup his face.

“Less talking and more fucking.” I smile.

He laughs and slams both of my legs above my shoulders before he drives back into me with force.

“Tell me you’re staying.” He growls as he pumps me hard.

“I’m staying,” I whisper as my body starts to quiver.

“No matter what?” He pants as his eyes start to roll back in his head and he really picks up the pace

until the bed starts to hit the wall with force.

I stay silent as I try to desperately hold off the orgasm. This feels too good.

“Promise me!” he yells.

“I promise,” I whisper.

“No matter what!”

“No matter what,” I cry as I spiral out of control and my body contracts around his with such force, it

causes his own body to release and he jerks violently deep within me.

His head drops as he tenderly kisses my shoulder and neck. I smile, and as I look above the bed at

myself staring down over us, I feel nothing but love.

I sit at the kitchen counter watching Alastar prepare our dinner. Thomas is joining us for the Sunday night

ritual. “You should have been a chef.”

He nods as he cracks an egg into the bowl. “Maybe.”

“Have you always cooked?”

“Aye.”

I smile dreamily like a star-struck school girl. “Did your mother teach you?”

“My mama.”

I smile. “Who’s that?”