My Hot Alpha

He didn't need to be told twice.

He lifted me into his arms as I latched onto his neck. Kissing and sucking I scraped my teeth along his collar bone. Nerves gone I had this sudden burst of confidence.

He tensed but I didn't stop. I felt like a starved animal. I needed more, I needed for him to touch me. My legs circled his waist as he carried me to the bedroom. My skin felt like it was on fire. I was burning with desire. Desire for him. Feeling the softness of the bed my eyes connected with his.

L**t, want, need.

"You're sure?". His voice deep, husky.

I smiled giving him a nod. I had never been surer.

He was on me. Touching me, kissing me. His hands everywhere, I couldn't keep up. A moan fell from my lips at the sensations running through my body.

I couldn't get enough. Of him, of us. I wanted to feel every inch of his body against mine. With shaky hands I slipped my fingers into the waist band of his shorts. Confidence slipping slightly as the nerves creeped in. "Hey". He whispered.

Again, my eyes connected with his.

"It's just me baby. You've nothing to be nervous about".

My heart was racing. So many feelings cursing through my body. I slipped my hand inside his shorts, my fingertips brushing against the tip of his shaft. A hiss fell from his lips and I took that as a sign to continue. He felt big and he was hard. Very, very, hard.

I wanted to give him the best. I wanted to explore every inch of his gorgeous body. I wanted to know his body as good as I knew my own. Shoving his chest, he fell back against the bed. "Baby?".

"Shh". Climbing on top of him I brushed my lips against his. "Just let me touch you". I whispered.

I could feel his hardness below me, the friction between us causing that sweet feeling of ecstasy to build in the pit of my stomach. I moved my hips a gasp falling from my lips at how good it felt. "Fuck". He grits out his hands gripping my hips.

I wanted to hear more. I wanted to hear him moan. I wanted to see him at his peak. I moved my hips again, a moan caught in the back of my throat. I could feel the pressure building already and he had barely touched me.

Finding his lips, I brushed my tongue against his. The softness of our tongues dancing together; fighting for dominance. My lower half was completely pressed against him. One thing I knew already, I was wet.

Moaning at the friction I rocked my hips as his hands started to wander. Before I knew it my top was being pulled over my head, my boobs let free. I was to turned on to care.

I wanted to strip off naked and have him touch me in ways he had never before.

"You're fucking beautiful". He growled.

"Touch me". I whispered.

His hands caressed my boobs, his thumbs tweaking and playing with my nipples. Something inside him snapped, he flipped us over, kissing his way up my body. "Yes". I moaned.

Nothing else mattered. I wasn't embarrassed at the little noises I was making. I didn't care how vulnerable I felt. I wanted to feel and savour every little moment.

Hooking his thumbs inside the waistband of my pyjama pants he pulled them down throwing them to the side. I wasn't wearing panties. I was completely naked, everything on show.

I could hear how loud my heart was beating. A lump forming in the back of my throat.

He was staring, taking every bit of me in.

I let him.

I didn't have the urge to cover myself up. I didn't feel embarrassed or shy that I was stark naked. I was his and I wanted him to love each and every part of me.

"Damn baby, how'd I get so lucky".

I watched as he got off the bed to remove his shorts, my eyes falling onto his hard member. A shiver rocked its way through my body. I had never in my life been so in awe of a man before. His body perfectly formed. Hard but soft. Sexy but beautiful. I had the urge to touch myself.