Page 71 of The Alpha and the Baker
Did I? It felt like I was about to shake apart in all the best ways. Just straight up vibrate out of existence. For both of us being relatively clothed, I felt laid out and stripped bare. Completely open with his fingers splayed across the small of my back. He wasn’t pushing me into the mattress, but rather anchoring me there.
“That’s it. You’ve almost got all of me. There you go,thereyou go. Just like that.”
After what felt like hours, his hips met the swell of my ass, and he held himself there for several minutes, allowing me to adjust. I was trembling, but his hand on my back and the other on my hip grounded me.
“You tell me when you want to stop, sweetheart. I’ll only ever give you as much as you can take.”
Pride and molten desire mixed together, a potent combination. I was being pushed to my limits, but I loved it. I wanted to shatter those limits and rise to even newer heights, always progressing, always conquering, alwaysmore.
“I will,” I said, my voice raw. “Please, I can take it.”
“I know you can, baby, I know.” As if to punctuate that statement, Cas pulled out about halfway before thrusting fully inside me again. The sound that punched out of my throat was debauchery incarnate, but I didn’t care. I could not be shamed. I was too lost in ecstasy.
God, if it was this intense for our second time, I couldn’t even imagine the fifth. Or the tenth. One thing was certain, though. I was certainly not going to have a boring bedroom life. Maybe they should have put that on the online forums!
Then again, maybe not. There were already enough weirdos on those message boards without me telling them my shifter boyfriend was fantastic in bed.
Mmmm, boyfriend. I like the sound of that.
I didn’t even have time to contemplate that because Castiel was sliding out yet again. True to his word, he never went faster than my body was ready for. I felt as cared for as much as I felt ravaged, pinned below his large hands. What a contradiction. But that was us—a wonderful, beautiful series of contradictions all bound up in each other.
I wouldn’t give that up for the world.
Slowly, so achingly slowly, Cas began to pick up his pace. It was never quite fast enough for the impatient part of me, the one that was nearly feral and howling for more, more,more, but the rest of me was most grateful for it. Since I could trust him to the be the responsible one, I didn’t have to worry about anything. I could just take it.
And take it I did.
It wasn’t long before my entire apartment was filled with the sound of our coupling. Heated flesh met heated flesh while little mewls and whines escaped me every time he hit that sensitive place within me. And he wasn’t silent either, which I loved. God, I fucking hated when guys were completely silent or could only offer a deep exhale through their nose. Moans, groans, and growls were all feedback and let me know how good I was making him feel, which in turn made my body burn that much hotter.
Waves of pleasure rose within me as Cas deepened the angle and pounded into me. I startled at its presence, so sure that I’d climaxed as much as I could. As my abdomen began to coil and jump with the simmering promise of ecstasy, I realized Cas was right.
I was going to come again.
The need to tell him, to scream at the top of my lungs, overwhelmed me. I must have gotten out something at least half intelligible, because Ifelt the deep rumble that issued from his chest, practically rattling my bones.
“That’s right, sweetheart. I knew you could. Let go, baby. Let go and let your body do what it knows how to do best.”
Filthy streams of encouragement continued to fall from his lips, and although his words were quite breathless, I understood every single one of them. It was like he was talking right to my soul, saying things I’d never even known I needed to hear and yet seemed destined for me.
“F-f-fuck, Cas!”
“There you are.”
My orgasm hit me like a freight train, overriding every other function of my body. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Every single sense was so overwhelmed with passion, pleasure, and bliss that there wasn’t room for anything else. It should have been torture, but it wasn’t. It was the most delicious existence, and I was rapidly growing addicted to it.
“Shit, Felicia, the way you’re squeezing me…” Cas groaned. Somehow, despite the neural storm going on in my head, I felt him empty into me and it ramped up my climax. Everything grew more intense, and it lingered for what had to be nearly a minute before I collapsed into my mattress, Cas falling beside me.
“Holy shit…” I muttered once I was capable of speech, which was either a few minutes or a few years later. I couldn’t really tell.
“Holy shit, agreed,” Cas answered, and I did feel the tiniest inflation of my ego that he sounded equally spent. Surely wearing out a shifter had to be some sort of badge of honor. Again, probably not something I would go to the forums to brag about.
It did make me wish I had a gaggle of girlfriends to gossip with, however. I was sure I could find some sympathetic ears within the McCallister pack, but it definitely seemed like a social faux pas to talk about my late-night activities with their alpha.
Whoa… I was dating analpha.
While I was a bit too human to know all the trappings of what that meant, it was pretty cool even to a layperson like me.
“Let me get you a cup of water,” Cas said. I almost begged him to stay, but I was absolutely parched, and a cool drink soundedamazing.
