Echoes in Eternity (The Pella Series Book 1) (25 page)

I gently put her buttocks down on the bed.
 

“Now, I’m going to fuck you, angel!”
 

“Wait!” she says, and reaching her hand up, she strokes the crown of my cock, spreading the beaded moisture over the crown of my penis, caressing the length of it from tip to the root. She cups my balls with her other hand, and strokes me.

“Oh, God! I want this! Take me, please!” she begs, a look of surprise on her face that she is so brazen.

“Yes, ma’am!” I reply wanton.
 Pushing her down, slowly, and with skilled precision, feed my cock into her sex inch by inch. I pull back slowly, and push in a little more of my length again. Angulating my hips, giving her the friction she’s still seeking even though I can feel the rolling double orgasm I have just given her through her body. I hiss through my gritted teeth, and she boldly lifts her trembling hips to meet my cock. I grin and place my cock on the tip teasing her and then with one swift stroke, I feed my cock in balls deep into her hungry sex and hold myself, right there. I have missed this so damn much, it hurts! I can’t ever let it go again! 

She lifts her hips up and pushes her sex towards me like an offering. Fuck! This is the sexiest sight I have ever seen in all my existence. My woman’s body seeking mine, wanting me, desiring me, making love to me, conquering me: Alexander Aurelius Pella, the unconquerable emperor! My body trembles before her, and I start to move. First slowly, tasting her, my erection reacquainting itself with her tight, soft, warm, smooth envelope of her sex. Feeling my erection wrapped in her sex, drawing me in, pulling me, trying to milk me, getting bolder every second is going to be my undoing. I slowly start pounding into her, pushing deeper than I have ever gone, then withdrawing...in and out, in and out, in and out relentlessly. Pumping her with my cock while she’s writ
hing under me with pleasure and pinned under my possessive body.

“Alex!” she shouts.

“Hold it baby!” I say.

“I can’t! It’s... so... good! Please!” she begs.

“Hold it, angel! Feel it! You can do it!” I command. I lean down and pick her up, sitting her on my cock, letting her ride me. The feeling is very intimate, because her breasts are rubbing over my chest every time I move her up and down and my cock reaches to the most elusive, deepest spot inside her. I hold her in place, and gyrate my hips after locating the spot. I capture her nipple in my mouth and suck it forcefully, and then start moving her hips and thrusting into her to meet her pound for pound.

“I can’t...hold!” she screams. I let go of her nipple and seal my lips over hers. I dip my tongue into her mouth, possessing and exploring, merging our souls united in the kiss and our love making. We come loudly, shouting into each other’s mouths, still kissing. Her sex starts squeezing my
erection, and her orgasm starts rolling through her body in huge waves. I come loudly right along with her spurting thickly, coating her sex inside.

Her hands are wrapped around my neck, pulling my hair, and kissing me back ferociously. When we’re both breathless, replete, and sexed up, I’m unwilling to break our connection. I lay her down w
ith my cock still inside her, still in a half salute mode. There are tears on her cheeks.

“This is the worst, and the best day of my life...” she whispers. “You made it the best, and gave me back
to myself...” she says seeking another kiss which I gladly oblige, and slowly start to move inside her again as the desert sun starts rising in the distance, with the first lights of the day dawning into my bedroom.

CHAPTER VII

IT'S A NEW DAY

Alexander Aurelius Pella

The daylight finally starts seeping through the large windows of the master suite of my ranch when the frosted glass windows turns clear automatically at noon, but they’re still obscured by a layer of tint to block the heat of the desert sun out. Either I have died and finally went to Elysium, or I have finally found my wife. Our legs are tangled up, and I’m completely coiled around her; her body is lying on top of mine while my arms are caging her possessively, protectively and avariciously, her head tucked at the crook of my arm, her hair sprawled on my pillow and my shoulder, our scents and the smell of sex and musk are mingled and united in a heady concoction as we fell asleep after a long night of lovemaking, my penis still inside her, unwilling to separate from her even in sleep.
 

She groans, and inhales. A very soft, “Alexander,” comes out of her lips barely decipherable, but it’s there. Her voice carries a deep seated plea. An almost whimper escapes her lips. I softly caress her hair, careful
 not to jostle her. She’s dreaming of our past. My fingers trail on her back slowly, sensually. She moves, but I encase her between my legs to not to break our connection. Feeling my cock inside her, and my fingers on her back, her eyelids crack open slightly.

“Good morning, angel,” I whisper to Elissa. Her dark heavy lashes curtain her sleepy sapphire blues, and brief sadness crosses her eyes, but then a resolute decision passes through her gaze and finally a smile slowly creeps up on her lips.

“Hi,” she whispers shyly in a soft voice. The sound of her voice makes my erection grow into a cocked gun position, stretching the insides of her sex, reaching into the depths of her secret spot.

“You must be sore from last night, but...” I say and my cock twitches its protest inside her sex. Even though Nephilims heal faster, I know she hasn't reclaimed herself fully yet. I have to show restraint when it comes to her body. But the depth of my desire is so ferocious for Elissa; I can easily lose myself in her body. I have to summon all my faculties to harness and control my lust and ardor. But, maybe I'm not giving her enough credit. I'm still in complete awe of her for having presented enormous strength in facing Phlegethon last night and she saved Anthony. As I run my fingers over her throat, I notice that her superficial cut from the glaive has healed itself and not even a scar is left in its place. Despite her evident strengths, she’ll retain her human frailties until she fully regains her memories. I’m torn inside because I want to protect her even from myself, but I also desperately want to fuck her senseless right now; my cock is starved for her, ravenous to ride her hard, deep and nonstop until at least the edge of the feeling dulls. Who am I kidding? How could the yearning of two centuries subside for the woman I have loved all of my existence? Yet, I still have to show restraint when it comes to her body. I’m the strongest Nephilim; and what’s more I don’t want her to remember our time here to be rough; but pleasing, unforgettable, and spectacular.

“...but,” I continue wetting my bottom lip, and I don’t get a chance to continue. She lifts her head up off the crook of my arm, leans down and capturing my lower lip between hers, she starts sucking it in rhythmic pulls, expertly. When she slightly sinks her teeth into the flesh of my lip, my cock fully comes alive, swelling up and aching for friction. She just fucking took me over by preemptive strike! Shit! It’s hotter than Hades! Angel, you have only to ask. 

I sit up in one swift move with her clutching my hair, and
 she’s still sucking my lower lip. My tongue darts out, and with one swooping motion, I force her lips to close over mine. When our lips touch, a jolt of electricity goes through our bodies; my soft and gentle kiss turns passionate and feverish. Her tongue hesitantly enters into my mouth and I capture and suck it making her groan and then graze over it with my teeth. I swallow her yearning moans as my tongue enters into her mouth and sweeping inside, stroking her tongue in deep sensual licks. A shiver goes through her body, and she clings to me tighter, her fingers pulling my hair, her body shifting as she’s straddling my hips, her sex strokes my cock, gripping it tight, not wanting to let go. 

“Ellie...” I gasp. “Are you sure? You must be sore...”

“Please...” she moans into my lips. In that single word she packs all of her yearning, hunger for me. Her sex is as tight as a closed fist attempting to pull my cock in deeper. How can I say no to her when I want her with an interminable lust and longing and she wants me with the same intensity?

“Okay, then. But, can you handle intense? I won’t be able to stop, Ellie!”

I carry Ellie to the corner of the suite; pressing a button on the wall, the two rotating pull up handles are lowered almost without noise. 

“What is that?” Ellie asks.

“Morning exercise,” I reply with a salacious smile. “You love climbing rocks; I want you to climb me. Wrap your wrists in it, and feel it stretch you,” I whisper. The gravity and I will do the rest. 

“But?” she questions.

“Do you trust me Ellie? Do you trust that I’ll take care of you, of your body’s needs?” She looks at me with wide eyes, and nods emphatically.

 
“Then get your hands through the leather loops, and hold the pull-up handles, angel,” I command. Her arms reach up, getting her hands through the leather, she firmly holds onto the pull-up handles. She’s stretched taut, and there’s just enough bounce in the coils holding the pull-up handles, when I thrust my cock into her, she’ll bounce up a little, but also will land on my cock causing it to go deeper in her; what’s more bouncing her breasts into my willing hands, and lips. 

 
              “Now, wrap your legs around my hips,” I instruct her. She does as she’s told immediately. My left hand holds her buttocks. 

“When I tell you to move, you move, angel!” I order, and she nods.
 I angulate my hips, and the friction caused by my cock inside her sex makes her grip it even tighter, making her moan.

“
Shhhh...” I soothe her. “Now, move!” I order, and she moves her sex up using her arms’ strength, and as she’s descending down, I thrust upward, and she cries out. I still her hips immediately.

“Baby, are you hurt?” I ask concerned.

“No... Just... feels amazing!” she replies, her head tilted back. 

“Again?” I ask.

“Yes, please!” she begs. 

“Move again, then.”
 

She moves up and as she comes down on my cock, I drill into her farther, and spring her back up again. Her breasts rub onto my chest hair, stimulating her. I raise my right hand and capture her nipple between my thumb and index finger, kneading, pulling, and lengthening it, as my left hand holds her buttocks. I switch hands and pay the same attention to her other nipple. Slowing her movements down, I gyrate my hips, and my cock locates her sweet spot, rubbing it. I take her nipple between my lips and swirl my tongue around it. Her nipple swells and elongates more into my mouth. I suck it rather forcefully but soothe the sting by blowing on it, and licking it.
 Elissa pushes her head back, thrusting her breast further into my mouth, and I grin. My hand travels on her back caressing, my hips gyrating, and I start moving again, pushing her up, and she falls back onto my cock in a welcoming envelope. 

“I’m going to push your back into the wall now, angel,” I whisper. “Let go of the pull-up handles, and hold onto my neck,” I instruct her.

“Y..y.yes...” she whimpers. Her arms deftly embrace my neck. We are nose to nose, “Now, I’m going to fuck you till you are sore, and you scream with pure pleasure,” I whisper through gritted teeth, my eyes not leaving hers. A shudder goes through her body, and she nods. I place her back onto the wall to keep her immobile. I close my eyes, and inhale her scent. My lips go down to her neck, nipping and sucking and making my way up to her chin, then to her lower lip, and finally I fully possess her lips, and I start thrusting into her tight sex first slowly then I increase my speed while my lips are molded over hers. My tongue licks the insides of her mouth again, reacquainting us. She sucks my tongue; that simple sensual act curls my toes, drives my cock further into her. I pound into her repeatedly. Her heels dig into my ass with a built up orgasm, and tension, trying to spread the pleasure through her body desperately.