Chapter 7
Elani
When Ales came to bed, I wanted to put his mind at ease. He was trying to sleep, but knowing him, it wasn’t going to happen. I decided to try and make him forget, if only for the moment. In the past as Alana, I never did this, and I knew it would surprise him. I smiled at the thought of him being in shock. I sat up and he still had his arm over his eyes. I moved my leg and straddled him, and I felt his other hand automatically go to my waist, but he didn’t remove his arm from his face. I leaned down and kissed him. I kissed his neck, then his shoulders, moving down to his chest. I felt the rise and fall of his chest, and I wanted him to know I was there for him no matter what.
“Tell me what to do, baby,” I said to him.
I leaned forward to kiss his lips that were visible. He kissed me back with so much passion it made me dizzy. I snaked my tongue into his mouth as I grinded my sex into his. If we couldn’t communicate with our words, then our bodies would do it. I removed my lips from his and kissed his jaw.
“Let me make you feel good. I’ll take all your pain away,” I whispered in his ear before I sucked on it.
I got off him, then right back on reverse cowgirl style. He was already naked, and his enlarged member was at full attention waiting for me to soothe the pain. I positioned myself on top of him and slowly slid down until I was filled to the brink.
I threw my head back from the way Ales filled me. I didn’t move at first, wanting to concentrate on making him feel good and not myself. I planted my flat palms in front of me, grabbing his muscular thighs for support. I began to slowly move up and down, making love to his body, showing him he never needed to be sad or alone; I was here. Some had therapy where they talked out their feelings, some needed alone time, but I knew what Ales needed. I knew it like it was my own soul. I could heal him with the way I moved and showed him everything with the movement of my waist.
I felt both of Ales’ calloused palms gripping my waist and his legs spread wider causing my palms to hold onto the sheets instead. I arched my back as Ales’ bent his knees and sat up. I continued to move, not wanting to stop the rhythm and flow. I shuddered the moment I felt the control being taken from me. He gripped my waist tighter while his other hand fisted my hair. He pulled my hair back so hard, I thought my scalp would detach from my head. Instead of pain, I moaned out of pleasure.
“Ride me harder,” he commanded.
I was dripping by now as my movements became harder, rougher, the friction and intensity of this feeling driving me into a euphoric state.
Ales groaned as he yanked, and he guided me harder on his shaft. My eyes rolled so far back, I knew this was different. He moved so fast I didn’t notice as he came up on his knees and took all the control I had left. His calloused hands grazed my back, and I felt it land hard on my butt cheek. He just spanked me! I yelped, but my body seemed to like the roughness, remembering the Achilles from the past. He moved with such finesse inside of me I wasn’t sure where I began or where he ended. He was giving me pleasure, but there was pain, as he continued to spank me, losing himself in my body.
My body didn’t hold back or wait as I orgasmed so hard I collapsed on the bed. His sinister chuckle reached my ears as he yanked me back up positioning me on all fours and my back arched for him..
“Oh, baby… We’ve only just begun,” he said to me, and chills ran up my spine.
I turned my head to look at him and he gripped the nape of my neck. I closed my eyes, loving the feel of his fingers around my neck, gripping ever so tightly, yet not tight enough for me to feel unsafe with him. I opened my eyes again when I felt his lips brush mine. When my eyes connected with his, I recognized that crazed look from when he would come back from his battles blood thirsty and ready to slay anything in his path. This wasn’t simply Ales or Achilles looking at me, this was the warrior looking at me wanting some blood.
He let me watch him for a moment and then he ever so slightly smiled. This smile wasn’t the million-dollar smile nor was it the boyish grin he gave me, this was the devil’s smile. This was the man I never wanted to piss off. The man I hadn’t seen in so long, but now, he was out to play, and my body was his first victim. He roughly pulled me into him causing our lips to crash. His kiss was so rough that my lips bled. I tasted blood on my tongue. He didn’t care as he deepened the kiss, making me insanely dizzy once more. He ripped his lips from mine, once again looking into my eyes as if warning me. I challenged him back, my gaze never wavering.
His smile turned into a wicked smirk as he leaned back without removing the grip on my neck. He was still enlarged inside of me as he flexed his grip causing my body to respond by arching. He chuckled and maneuvered me so that my face rested on the bed, looking to my left, as he began to move. I felt every powerful thrust his body released onto me. I moaned loving the attention my body was getting, yet hating that I couldn’t touch him. I reached out, but his other hand grabbed both my wrists. I was bound, unable to move. He continued to drive in and out of me, ripping another orgasm from me so quickly it surprised even me. I dared to move my eyes and look at him. He looked like the perfect painting of ecstasy. He had his head thrown back as his hair flowed behind him while biting his bottom lip. His body flexed with every movement, every thrust caused his abs to constrict as the sounds of our rough love making filled the house. He gripped both my neck and wrists tighter as his moving in and out became slower yet rougher. His face contorted in what seemed to be pure bliss. I smiled. Even if it was momentary, I gave that to him. I would always give him that.
“Ales…” I called out to him.
I spread my legs a bit wider, wanting to match up with his slow, rough thrusts. I moved my body in sync with his.
“Just let me, baby…” my voice filled with pure ecstasy as my body sung out to him. “Let me make you feel good. I can do it,” I beckoned him, wanting him to open his eyes and look at me. I wanted to see his eyes. I wanted to know and feel him with both his eyes and his body.
I couldn’t look away from him. He straightened his head and looked at me. The intense look made his pale green eyes grow darker, almost mischievous.
“Come for me, baby,” he said to me and my body obeyed. I shuddered as we continued to look at each other while he released inside of me. “I love you.” He grunted.
My eyes fluttered at the after effect.
“I love you, Ales. I always will.”