The Priestess' Affair [Books 1 &2]

Book 2: Chapter 39

-HER-

I awoke with a start. The first thing that I noticed upon waking up was that my body ached but in a different way. The ache was more dominant between my legs, which made me wonder why.

But I didn't have to wonder for long. The memories of last night soon flooded my brain, leaving me with no doubts whatsoever. As soon as I remembered how drunk I was, blood rushed to my face.

I was never the kind to drink much, but whenever I drank, I almost always found a way to embarrass myself. I tried to force myself to remember if I did something like that last night, but all I could remember was how Alex was between my legs and worshipped me with his mouth until I couldn't take it anymore.

He worshipped me too hard. I could still feel the lingering effects of his mouth down there, making me ache in ways I had never ached. It was phenomenal, breathtaking and mind-altering. I had never felt like that before, and I doubted if I could ever make myself feel that way.

Just thinking about it all was enough for my body to grow hot with need again. Almost immediately, I felt the need for him. Luckily for me, I didn't have to go searching for him. He was sleeping behind me with one of his heavy, muscular arms casually draped over my waist.

His gentle snores told me he was deep into sleep, which somewhat disappointed me. Slowly, I got up without waking him up and stepped out of the hut to see what time it was. The sky was still pretty dark outside, and the chilly desert air ruffled my hair, making me shiver. I wrapped my arms around me, seeking warmth.

It was definitely sometime before dawn. I threw my head back and filled my lungs with fresh air while I tried to listen. Oddly, everything was silent. Even the desert didn't say anything to me. This should've made me feel better, but it gave me another twist in the gut.

Before I could lose my mind reading too much into it, I returned to the hut to find Alex sleeping. I watched him for a few seconds, noting the serene look on his face as he slept, how his eyes moved from side to side under his eyelids where his dreams played, and how his lips were gently parted to give a peak of his sharp canines.

His vest was gone. He was bare from the waist up, giving me the perfect view of his hard-defined muscles, his pectorals, his adonis's belt, his well-defined six-pack abs, his chest, his veiny biceps. The mere sight of him triggered a chaos of emotions inside me that threatened to drown me. Only he was my safe harbour.

I didn't miss his morning wood poking through his trouser fabric. It made me clench down there. I was filled with need almost immediately. I remembered how he pleased me last night. I remembered his hardness poking my hip when I was grinding myself against him to tease him. I had wanted to reach for him, to see him, but before I could do that, he took over it completely

...but now, I had the perfect opportunity. Almost immediately, I caught myself before I could do the next thing. What was I doing? It wasn't something I ever did. This was entirely out of my element, but looking at him sleeping so peacefully with his morning wood, I couldn't hold myself back anymore.

I sat beside him, moving slowly to avoid waking him up. I put my legs on either side of his, not putting my weight on him yet. Then I positioned myself so that I was sitting on his thighs, my hands resting on either side of his waist.

Then I leaned in and gently licked the area right under his navel. I gave him slow, long and teasing licks, making sure that my hot tongue tickled him in the process. As soon as I felt him grow tense under me, I knew he was awake.

I proceeded to go down slowly, undoing the fabric of his trousers while I continued to lick him, drawing small circles on his waist until I reached the line of hair.

"Theresa," He growled out in warning, grabbing my hand right before I could pull down his trousers and bare him. I raised my head to look at him. I could see the hard look on his face, the torture in his eyes as he mustered every drop of self-control in his body to stay still.

"Please..." I whimpered, gently running my fingertip over his hardness. Instantly, I felt him shiver, and his chest started rising and falling rapidly. His eyes darkened, and his lips parted. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. "I want to see you," I whispered.

"I won't be able to control myself, Theresa," he warned, his voice rough and untamed.

"You don't have to," I giggled before pulling down the fabric. I sucked in a breath as I instantly came face to face with his veiny, throbbing cock. My heart hammered in my chest almost painfully as I took in the entirety of his manhood.

He was impressive. Not that I had seen many men in my life, but I knew he was more than enough when I saw him. He grew tenser with every passing second. I glanced at him to find him on his elbows, watching me darkly. There was a hint of danger in his eyes as if he were daring me to touch him.

I narrowed my eyes at him as I gently ran the tip of my fingers over his whole length, down to his balls.

"Theresa," He whispered, his voice wavering. Locking my eyes with him, I wrapped my fingers around his cock, feeling the warmth and heaviness of it. He moaned my name, making my stomach dip. Slowly. I started to stroke him with both hands, going up to his tip and down to his balls.

I wasn't sure if I was doing it right, but his reaction told me I was doing more than enough. I continued stroking him, sometimes stopping at his tip to rub my thumb over his opening, making him moan.

I had never heard him moan before. It was music to my ears, and I could've never imagined I'd listen to him moan like that and that I'd love it so much.

His breath turned shallow as I made the strokes slower and longer, never breaking the eye contact. I read every expression on his face to gauge how I was doing and what I needed to do next. I didn't want to miss or mess up anything. This was a great deal to me. I wanted to be able to pleasure him the way he pleasured me so selflessly. I wanted him to experience what he made me feel.

I could feel the tension running through his body, moving into mine and making me needy for him. As I led him closer to the edge, his eyelids grew heavy with need.

"Theresa," He moaned when I stopped and rubbed his sensitive tip before giving another long and hard stroke. His thighs tightened as he came, and his thick, hot seed erupted from his tip and slipped over my hands.

I gasped as I watched him cum, moaning my name. I kept stroking him while he came, feeling on top of the world. As he watched me darkly, panting, I went down and licked his seed, tasting him. That was all it took to break his self-control.

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