Chapter 170: Chapter 170 Making her laugh
Alana had texted Stephan to let him know that she was flying back. She also texted him the time of her flight and assured him that as soon as she landed, she would come over to his place.
He had been ecstatic, filled with lots of dancing emojis making her laugh.
But what she didn’t expect was to find him waiting for her at the airport, holding a bouquet of flowers.
Alana blushed. It was a particularly cold day and seeing him standing there, clad on a knee-length jacket with a scarf wrapped around his neck but still smiling and waving at her made her feel so blessed to have him.
Smiling, she hurried up to him, he ran to. Both running to each other and hugging each other tightly as if they had been separated for years.
“Why aren’t you wearing a sweater?” He asked, holding her in his arms.
“I didn’t know the weather was this cold here.” She replied.
Quickly, he took off his jacket and made her wear her.
“Stephan...”
Before she could even say anything, he took off his scarf as well and wrapped it around her neck.
Now he was only dressed in white long sleeves and black pants.
“You might catch a cold.” She let out, concerned.
“Well, that would be more bearable than you catching a cold.”
His words brought tears to her eyes.
Why did he care about her so much?
She wasn’t used to this kind of treatment.
Stephan quickly cupped her cheeks.
“What is it? Is your Grandma’s condition still bad? Do you want to go back? I’d go with you this time?”
She shook her head. “No...I just...I miss you so much and I don’t want you to catch a cold.”
He chuckled. “I missed you too. Let’s hurry to the car then.” He suggested, grabbing her luggage with one hand and holding her hand with the other.
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When they got his house, she discovered that he had spent all morning cooking for her.
She was all smiles as he served her and urged her to eat a lot.
Oh, she loved how he treated her.
After eating, she stood up to do the dishes, but he wouldn’t let her.
“You should get some rest.” He suggested.
“But I’m not tired.” She whined.
He grimaced as he stared at her. “So you’re not tired, huh.”
She knew what he meant by that. Oh this rascal.
But right now, she wanted to feel his skin against hers.
Her eyes twinkled as red splotches bloomed in her cheeks.
“Yes, I’m not,” she purred softly as he backed her toward the desk and she coiled one leg around his calf.
“I guess we get started to feeding our bodies as well,” he whispered before he dipped his head to capture her lips in a long sensual kiss. The urgency in his body belied the slow languorous kiss as he leisurely explored her mouth. Sliding his tongue between her lips, he sipped from the sweet nectar of her mouth as his tongue stroked against hers and he gave himself over to the pleasure of melding his mouth to hers.
He tried to take things slow, but apparently being away for a week had increased the hunger they both felt for each other. He was just as impatient as she tore at his clothes. She managed to rip his shirt apart, before he once again seized control.
Flipping her onto her stomach, he bent her over her table. Leaning his body over her, he whispered against her ear.
“If you wanted me that badly all you had to do was say so. There are far quicker ways to get what you want.”
He pressed the bulge of his erection against her ass and he delighted in the shudder that coursed through her body.
Rendering her naked happened in a matter of seconds.
With deft fingers, he unzipped his pants and eased his aching cock into his hand. Holding the turgid length in his palm, he pumped lightly as he slid the fingers of his other hand through the moist folds of her glistening sex. Without warning he shoved his middle finger inside her and stroked it back and forth, eliciting a sharp gasp from her lips.
He slowly eased his digit from her creamy center, his finger coming away stained with her juices. He wasted no time in replacing the length of his finger, with something far larger and more solid.
Gripping her full hips in his hand, he nudged at the dripping wet slit of her sex, stretching her slowly as he plowed inside her.
She moaned beneath him as she tried to rock her hips backwards, to take her deeper.
“You want this?” He whispered hotly as he held himself still.
“Yes, please, please.” she begged as she twisted around to meet his lust filled gaze.
Neither of them broke eye contact, when he surged forward, feeding her all of his length on one single hard thrust.
Simultaneous groans rumbled from inside both of them, as their bodies fit together perfectly. Already he could feel his balls tightening as the muscles in her cunt squeezed around him. He knew neither one of them was going to last long as he stroked inside her on deep, hard thrusts.
He kept that pace for just a few seconds, before she reached out across the table to grasp the other end. When she lifted onto her toes, sending him tunneling just that extra inch deeper, he lost it.
Palming her ass, he slammed his hard length into her at the same time he jerked her body back against him. His rhythm was frenzied as he fucked her with wild, primal thrusts.
“Ahh...ahhh,” Alana shouted as her knuckles turned red from her death grip on the table. There was nothing gentle about the pulsing rhythm of their bodies as they gave in to the demands of their desire.
He knew the moment her orgasm hit her, because he thought he would die when her cunt clamped around him so tightly that it was a struggle just to move an inch within her wet center. Then hot, searing cream gushed out to coat his dick, and trickle down to his balls.
Somewhere in the distance he heard her scream a number of expletives mixed in with his name, but as the blood pounded violently in his ear, he was basically deaf as his own climax ripped through him.
He slammed into her over and over again, his pace frantic as the slapping of his balls against her skin echoed in the dining room. It felt as if he thrust inside her a hundred times, but he knew it was just four strokes, before pleasure roared through him and he exploded deep into her waiting cunt, his warm, milky seed spurting forth to drench her inner walls with his semen.
He came for a long time as he dug his nails into the soft flesh of her hips, while their combined juices slowly trickled down her inner thighs.
With achingly slow movements, he pulled his softening length from inside her as he rested against her, struggling to drag in an even breath.
But this was just the beginning.
Getting his strength back, he gathered her into his arms and headed for his bedroom. He had to take his time tonight, worshiping this woman he had missed so much.
He wasn’t sure he could bear being separated from her for a week again.
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