Chapter 14 Total Surrender.
Chapter 14.
Total Surrender.
She raises herself onto her elbows, focusing on him, as he lavishes exquisite oral sex upon her pink femininity, which he is starting to enjoy as a supreme delight. He has no reservations; he wants to make sure she is well lubricated before he takes her. He savors her slowly, like a rare, extinct sweet of which only one remains in the store. With that delight, he envelops her, briefly pulling away to finish undressing. Alicia observes his six-inch tool, thick and fat, which makes her gulp. However, she waits for him, full of energy, blissful, as he slowly rises above her. He attacks her mouth, preparing her, sliding slowly onto her throbbing femininity that is already waiting for him.
She tries to look at what he's doing, but he stops her.
"Look into my eyes, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, don't tense up. I promise you that after I enter, you will only feel pleasure."
"Okay. Aaahs!" she gasps slightly, feeling him enter, causing a surge of pleasure in her body.
Lucas kisses her. Alicia is red with embarrassment; she doesn't know what to do and lets him guide her as he slowly tries to sink in.
"Relax your legs, don't squeeze them. It's only been the tip and you're already trembling, my princess." His voice on her lips is a delirium for her.
"Then put it all in me."
She kisses him, opening her legs for him, giving way and surrendering to her man, feeling him invade her body with a calculated pressure, causing an intense sensation that makes her gasp, a mix of pain and exquisite pleasure that makes her close her eyes, feeling a wave of restlessness that unnerves her.
"Mmm!"
Lucas starts to move with more pressure, helping her to feel comfortable. She is very tight, and it's addictive to be inside her, feeling how snug she is.
"Aaahs!" she gasps this time, a flash filled with pleasure.
She kisses him with such intensity that it stirs emotions. That connection they share is a volcano in eruption, an adrenaline rush that neither of them can control.
Alicia digs her nails into Lucas's back, while he grips her jaw, kissing her passionately. They are breathless. He accelerates his thrusts, holding her right leg and sinking completely into her, while he devours her breasts and neck. The pleasure is uncontrolled. There is no turning back, and the sound of his skin colliding with hers is a display of abandon.
"Come here," he asks, kneeling on the bed. He lifts her onto his lap as if she weighed nothing and begins to thrust into her, teaching her how to move.
Both enjoy it, they are sweating, and their bodies unite in passion. She rests her forehead on his, while he helps and guides her through every movement she executes. With agility, she learns quickly, an indescribable pleasure that they cannot control. It's more than pleasure; they are agitated. Their lips brush, their movements are increasingly intense, the electricity emitted by their connection is overwhelming, consuming their bodies in a powerful submission. The pleasure is palpable in the air, the connection, their gazes charged with pleasure and delirium, mutual devotion; it is maddening to feel this inhuman surrender.
"Oh, my God!" she exclaims, weak, her body yielding to her orgasm.
"Ah!" he gasps, squeezing her back and butt with unnecessary force.
She hugs him, returning his kisses, while the pleasure becomes more intense. They can't stop, they don't want to. He slides his right hand over her breasts and squeezes them, then slides it to her neck, drawing her against his lips that receive him, returning the passionate kiss, a mixture of mutual delirium.
With his help, moving her hips back and forth, she manages to keep up with his rhythm. He has her on top, adjusting himself on the bed, takes hold of her thighs, and begins to thrust into her wildly. Her breasts intensely bounce with the movements they both execute perfectly. She looks at him, weak, with a frown. He returns her eye contact, delighting in her beautiful body, which leans against his, moving faster.
"I love you," she tells him, taking his lips. Without waiting for a response, she kisses him, gripping his hair with her right hand, while with her left, she runs across his chest and the tattoos on his shoulder, which she decides to trace with short kisses, as he does with her, finding a weak spot on Lucas's neck that makes him tense.
"Ah!" She doesn't stop, she slides her tongue, savoring the salt on his body, and slowly traces it up to his mouth, biting his lip.
They hug each other. He holds her butt with his left hand, while he squeezes her, holding her back with his right. She, in turn, wraps her arms around his neck, kissing him once more, their lips joined in an intense kiss that they stop with an intense orgasm that makes her tremble.
"Aaahs!" She feels glory as she releases onto him. At the same time, she feels him, small warm discharges that feel exquisite.
"You are mine now," he tells her, eliciting a sweet smile.
She hugs him once more, kissing his lips. Her happiness is priceless; she is truly blissful because of this moment.
They both remain lying in bed. He covers her with the sheets, while she caresses his chest, drawing circles with her fingertips, with a smile on her face that she cannot erase.
They allow themselves silence, a well-deserved rest, while their bodies remain entangled. He strokes her back, bringing her close to his lips, kissing her forehead, a signal for her, who adjusts herself to kiss him on the lips, a mixture of unsustainable desire, so deep that just a brush of their lips causes both of them to want to continue.
Sunrise
The grand sunrise arrives in splendor. The light filters through the windows of Alicia's room. Like an alarm clock, Lucas is the first to open his eyes, noticing her asleep on his chest, innocent, oblivious to his genuine admiration for her, for her being, for her beauty, for her tired body resting on his chest. He has made her his own, has crossed the boundaries he was not supposed to cross, but he does not regret having done it.
Lucas slowly moves across the bed, with silent agility, moving slowly so as not to wake her. He gets out of bed, standing up quickly. He takes a towel and covers himself, noticing the white sheets stained with blood, with her purity. He moves through the room, gathering his things. He takes her cell phone and puts it on the nightstand, leaving a message for her: "Pick up everything when you wake up. Change the bed sheets. If they ask you, tell them you have your period."