Chosen by Fate, Rejected by the Alpha

Vincent     

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With Heather pressed against my chest, I rose from my seat. She almost slipped for a second, but I wouldn't let that happen. The moment that I had her back in place, she wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. She was holding onto me tightly while she kissed, licked, and bit my neck sensually.     

When I started to take the stairs, two at a time with her in my arms, Heather grabbed my hair and pulled just a little bit. Just enough so that I could feel the stinging pain. The sensation was more arousing than painful, and it made me want to ravish her even more than I had already wanted to.     

I rushed a little too much, sprinting down the hall and into the room in mere seconds. I was just glad that I had thought to leave the door open so that I didn't have to open it while I was carrying her. I could have, and would have, but it was quicker to just run inside the room.      

Before I knew what had happened, Heather was laying in the middle of the bed and I was standing on my knees, looming above her. She shivered in excitement and possibly a little bit of fear when she saw the feral, needy beast flash in my eyes for a moment.      

"So beautiful." I growled the words in a deep, animalistic tone. "So tender."     

"Vincent." She smiled at me. "What are you waiting for? You were in such a hurry to get up here, and now you just sit there, looking at me." She smirked at me, egging me on.      

"I am getting there, my love." I assured her, my tone was still beast-like. "I just wanted to savor this image for a moment." She was laying directly beneath me, so close to my growing erection was already pressing against her as it bulged in my slacks.     

"Really?" She asked as she slid the loose straps of her dress down. She didn't reveal herself completely, it was more of a teasing show for me. "Like what you see here?"      

"More than you know, sweetheart. More than you know."     

I needed to move then. I had to see her, naked and glorious as she writhed beneath me. However, she had just gotten this dress at the spa today, so I didn't want to destroy it. I had to be gentle, something that I reminded myself of every half of a second as I reached cautiously down toward her and slid the dress down and down and down some more. Before long, I had her laying there beneath me nearly nude.     

Heather was the most beautiful woman in the world, at least in my eyes. She was five feet eight inches tall with brown hair and beautiful hazel eyes that were like pools of serenity that I often got lost in when I stared into her eyes. She wasn't the thinnest woman around, but she wasn't plump either. She was pleasantly soft and supple, perfect for snuggling hugs and long nights of holding her in my arms while we slept or watched movies in the living room. And she was similar to me in another way as well. We would be social with our friends and family, but we didn't have much of a desire to be out and about unless we had to be. It was quite nice, knowing that we would both rather stay in than go out. It had led to some amazing date nights home alone.     

Right now, that sweet, sexy suppleness of my Heather was stretched beneath me, wearing only a black bra and panties set, cotton and comfortable, but no less sexy as I stared down at her. She didn't need lace and see through to turn me on, she was more than enough for me on her own. Sexy clothes or sweats, I didn't care, all that mattered to me was the woman that was wearing them.     

I could see the desire that was dripping from my wife's eyes, and simultaneously smell it dripping from her core. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. And I saw no reason to make her wait any longer.     

I dipped my head to Heather's chest, lapping at the dimpled space between her breasts as I reached around her body and unclasped the bra. I skillfully removed the covering fabric without moving away or stopping the kisses that I was pressing against her sweet, tender flesh. Her arousal was running high, and the flavor of it was pooling in heated, sensitive places like this. It made the kisses taste a million times sweeter.     

I ran my tongue across her chest, up the mound of her breast until I got to the peak, that rosy pink nipple that topped that mound like perfection. The moment that I bit down, catching her nipple gently between my teeth, she cried out and arched her back, pressing the nipple further into my welcoming mouth.     

I enjoyed the sounds of the moaning that my Heather was giving me, but I wanted more, I needed more. With my mouth still caressing and suckling that tender bit of her flesh, I moved my hand lower and lower until I could slide my fingers into the fabric still concealing her core. The moment that my fingers brushed against her tender and dripping core, she moaned and arched again. My growl of satisfaction was quite understandable and justified.     

With a sigh of reluctance, and one last kiss to her tender nipple, I moved away from the breasts and lower down Heather's body. As I slid myself lower, I hooked my fingers into the top of her panties so that I could lower them slowly along with me. By the time that I was in position, her panties were around her ankles and I just needed to slide them off and toss them to the floor.     

"Vincent?" She called my name in a breathless whisper. She needed me, and she was begging for me to please her.      

"I am here, sweetheart, and I will give you what you want." My voice was soft and gentle as I kissed the inside of her thigh with featherlight pressure. When I moved up her leg, kissing the whole way, my hair tickled the inside of her leg, that in turn made her squirm beneath me. I liked the motion so much that I repeated the move again with her other leg.     

Finally reaching the heated core that I had been desperate for, I smiled and almost purred in satisfaction. I could smell the delectable sweetness that was dripping from her honied warmth. I needed that more than I had ever needed it before.     

Not wanting to waste a single moment, I dipped my head low and blew a slow stream of cool air over her heated and hyper sensitive clit. She squirmed again, and while she was in mid wiggle, I pressed my tongue against her slit with a long, slow lapping movement. She moaned and reached for my hair instantly. She didn't want me to stop, quite the opposite, she was intent on making me continue. Not that I had other plans, I wanted to taste everything that she had to offer me.     

My tongue explored her folds and all the mysteries that her body held for me. I lapped away the liquid gold that were the juices of her arousal, savoring every drop of it. And what was even better were the moans and cries of pleasure as I pushed her closer and closer to her point of ecstasy. When I slid two fingers inside of her swollen and dripping canal and simultaneously wrapped my tongue around that bundle of nerves at the top of her slit, she came screaming wordlessly into the candlelit room.     

I was far from done though. I needed more of her. I needed to feel her wrapped around me in every way possible. I shifted my body, moved up so that I was hovering over her, and slid effortlessly inside of her moistened passageway. She screamed again as the sensation made her come instantly again. As the waves of passion wracked through her body, she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my hips. She was holding onto me with everything that she had in her. That just made me want her even more.      

"Heather." I growled her name into her ear as I pressed her into the mattress.      

"Vincent." My name came out on a high pitched moan of pleasure as I moved in and out of her in a strong and steady rhythm. I wasn't brutal or merciless with her, but I was showing how very much my body had missed her's since the last time that we had come together like this.      

I thrust into her again and again, my rhythm changing from hard and fast to slow and steady when I would get too close to the point of no return. I refused to finish until I had pleased her again and again. I would always pull back and let her pleasure take the lead. She came apart beneath me again and again as I pleased her in all the way that I knew how to.     

I shifted our bodies so that I was sitting on the bed, and she wrapped around me as I used my arms to lift and lower her from my iron hard shaft. She arched her back again and again as she threw her head back on nonsensical cries of pleasure and passion.     

Again, I changed our positions. I laid us down on the bed, only leaving her body for the briefest of moments before snuggling up behind her and sliding inside of her once more. I was propped up on my right elbow, with her left leg draped over my hip and her arm up and cradling my cheek as we kissed passionately. I slid gently inside of her body again and again, reaching points that I had not gotten to in either of the last two positions.     

"V..V..Vincent." She panted and moaned my name stutteringly as she came again.     

"I love you, Heather. More and more each time that I see you. Each time that I slide into your perfect body is always better and more special than the last. Every time with you is the best time, my love."     

"Oh, Vincent." She sighed and I could smell the salty tears of love and happiness that were starting to flow from her eyes. I didn't waste those either, I licked the tear from the left side of her face, taking more of her that she had to offer me.     

I felt her body tightening around me again, for probably the dozenth time or more. Finally, I decided that I wasn't going to hold myself back anymore. I wanted to come with her this time. I wanted to share that moment with her and reach that deeper connection with her that I had longer for since this night had started.     

With the muscles of her slick passage milking my shaft with each thrust into her glorious body, I exploded inside of her. Her waves of passion had pulled me along with her, and I wasn't at all upset about it.     

For a while, we just sat there in the bed, me still cradled in her warm depths. I could tell that her body was spent though, and that she needed to rest before I could have her again. That was fine. We could sleep for now. We had the rest of the weekend after all.     

I pulled the thin sheet over us, not needing it for warmth but for her modesty when she finally woke later that night or in the morning. Slowly and gently, I pulled myself out of her body, the move made her shudder, a fact that made me smile in satisfaction. Lastly, I pulled her closer to my chest and rested her head on my shoulder. I would be the warmth that she needed while she slept. Occasionally, I pressed kisses to her temple as she drifted into a deep and peaceful slumber. This had been a perfect night.