CHAPTER 64: CHAPTER 64 GOODBYE TO SANTORINI

*ALORA*

Caden’s mouth moved between my breasts, his fingers replacing his tongue, dragging slowly and softly over my nipples, gentle and light enough to make them arch for more.

His mouth, that incredible, hot machine of ecstasy, moved, traveling into the curves of my neck.

“Come.” He ordered, his mouth lifting off my skin, one of his hands gripping my face and turning it to his, his eyes captured mine, holding me hostage.

“Come.” He repeated, need blatant in his taunt, strong face.

I tried to keep eye contact, tried to give him what I think he wants but this is too strong, the final moment that my clit had been waiting for, that perfect swipe across its swollen surface has my eyes rolling back, my world temporarily going black, his eyes disappearing from my sight as my back arched and exploded.

I felt drained, my body losing all muscle function as the last tendrils of pleasure gently faded, aftershocks twitching my body.

“Get up, and get on the bed. I’m going to fuck the hell out of you.” His voice is hoarse with need, hard breaths in between the sentence, the order almost a plead despite the command in his tone.

I moved, my limbs sluggish and irritable.

But before I get to the bed, my body is spun around by his hands and his mouth crashed down on mine.

His hands gripped my waist, lifting me up and moving until the soft bed is beneath me and he is above me, the thick length of him stuff and heavy against my thighs.

I parted my legs, his body settling between them, his tongue licked through the skin of my chest, he lavished kisses all over me, his tongue teased and tortured the hollows of my neck.

He grind against me, his hands reaching down and placing his cock upward between our bodies, his hard shaft was heavy between my legs, every thrust of his pelvis creating delicious friction on my sex.

He lifted his mouth from my neck, hovering above my mouth and changing the pace, kissing me softly and deeply as he slid his cock over me.

I gasped against his mouth, an ache between my legs, growing, the tease of his shaft driving me wild, every withdrawal thrust giving me hope that he will move it two inches lower and bury it inside of me.

I could feel the electricity, sizzling between our bodies and creating heat of intense need.

“Tell me what you want.”

I opened my mouth to speak but I can’t find my voice as he brush his stiff head over my swollen pussy lips, watching my eyes.

I take a quick breath, the tease of his head was too much, the look in his eyes even more of a turn-on. Possessive, dominating with a fire behind them that terrified and electrified me.

He knows what I want, what I need but I love the look in his eyes. The raw need and demand in their intensity. If withholding my response light that fire, then I wanted to drag it on as long as humanly possible.

He leaned forward, gripped the back of my neck and lifted me towards him, till my face is beneath his. I felt his hot breath on my lips.

“Tell me!” He barked.

I resisted, my eyes glued to his. My body swooning when he pressed his thick tip against my soaked opening.

My eyes shutter close, awaiting the sensation of having him fill me.

Another inch shoved firmly in.

Oh God.

His cock caused me to soar to unnatural planes,bsatisfying a carnal need I never knew I could have.

“Tell...me.” He ordered, his mouth against mine, close enough to touch but just enough space to torture.

He withdrew slowly, causing me to moan in anguish.

“You.” I whispered against his mouth.

“Louder.”

“You...you..I want you, Caden...I need you.”

He thrust fully, my body crying out in sweet pleasure as I felt all of him.

His hard shaft caused my eyes to shut and head to fall back against his hand. I grabbed his shoulder, gripping the strength of him, wanting to be close to him as he withdrew.

Then thrust.

Withdrew.

Long slow fuck in which my body memorized his shape, contracts around his girth and worshiped his stroke.

This moment, he was mine, regardless of the fact that this was our last sex, I was fully and completely his right now.

I wrapped my legs around his strong body. He increased his pace,bthe slick sounds of our bodies mixing with hot breaths and rough kisses.

He kissed me like he will never get enough, feasting on my mouth while maintaining a fluid rhythm with his body, propping himself off of me with one hand while the other hand cradled my neck, holding me up to him.

I can’t take much more of this, the furious pace was building an animalistic need inside of me, a need that will only be fulfilled when I come.

I’m so close, my core was pulsing around his cock, our kiss interrupted by my gasp, my whimper as my entire body tensed underneath his.

“Don’t...stop!” I begged, bucking backwards against him, my eyes rolling as the buildup reached an overflow point, my orgasm on the edge of explosion.

He released my head, bracing both hands on the bed and unleashing the full force of his cock, quick, fast thrusts that are perfect in rhythm, perfect in speed, and heavenly on my body.

I looked upwards, at the god above me, his face contorted in pleasure, the muscles of his chest and arms emphasized by the position. The orgasm ripped through me, tearing out sensible and logic and barrier on its path, my body tensed underneath him, my legs gripping him, tightly and I wildly reached out, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him to me, the movement doing nothing to slow him down.

My orgasm stretched out with every pump of his muscular hips. He doesn’t give me time to rest, rolling with me until I’m on top, dizzy with lust and staring down at him.

It felt as if we wanted to fuck thoughts of each other out of our system tonight. I hope that will be possible.

“Ride me.” He panted.

I moved, grinding my hips against him, a rolling motion that created friction on my clit.

“No. Up and down.” He scowled at me.

I moved my feet underneath him, resting my weight on my feet, I moved, lifting up and down, feeling him respond inside of me, his shaft thickening and straightening,a slight twitch in its movement.

I groaned at the sensation, the stiff rod slick and hard inside me, filling my sex with every downward path. I settled fully down, the depth making me go mad with pleasure.

His hands reached out, gripping my waist and holding me down, thrusting slightly from below, my mouth opened slightly at the new sensation, my glazed eyes held by his, a cocky smile crossing his face.

He pinned me against him and moved both of us upward, sliding along the bed until he is propped against the headboard and supported by pillows, sitting half up, the change affecting the angle, a delicious effect that had me shivering in pleasure.

“Fuck me!”

Oh I love when he talks dirty.

I moved, sliding up and down in hard bounces, the impact eliciting a smile from him, a nod of approval. I moved my hands to my breasts.

I lift the weight of them, squeezing them against my skin and I’m surprised by the change in his face. He sat fully up, knocking my hands to the side, my vertical movement temporarily paused.

Moving swiftly, he gripped my wrists, pinning them behind my back and transferring them to one hand. I pulled with my hands unable to free them and frown, his face now leveled with mine, inches away.

I leaned forward, trying for a kiss, wanting to calm whatever storm I had awakened but he pulled back.

“Keep riding.” He rasped.

The new position forced me to my knees, my feet sliding beneath me. I obediently continued.

He gripped my wrist harder, using them as resistance, my fucks turned shallower as I moved to the position he seemed to want, my back arched to allow my hands to travel lower, my breasts now offered to him, his breath becoming ragged as I continued a hard rhythm on his cock.

“Perfect.” He groaned, holding my wrists, tightly.” You’re fucking perfect.”

Warmth spread through my body at his words. The words gave me renewed confidence and I continued riding him, a gasp escaping me when his mouth lowered to my breasts.

The thing he does, that alternation of teeth and tongue, it had a stronger effect than before, my entire body at a new ungodly level of arousal, the buds of my breasts sensitive and crying out for the attention he lavished with his mouth.

“Caden...I can’t...I’m...” An orgasm seized my body in a full attack, my legs going numb from the assault, pleasure rippling through me.

He took over, pants of excitement coming as he fucked me from below, thrusting in and out as he held my body still with his hands.

I come apart in his hands, a cry ripping out of my throat, animalistic in its strength.

I think he’s coming also, he grunts deep within his throat, his upward thrusts hard and fast, pounding and shaking.

He released my hands and wrapped his arms around me, groaning deeply.

I felt his warm released inside me, I felt his cock bath my insides with cum.

And then we stayed like that for a while, only our ragged breathing was heard in the room.

After a few minutes, he pulled away from me and I weakly laid on the bed.

He turned towards me and ran his hand through my hair. He just stared at me as he continued stroking my hair, brushing some loose strands from my face and then he leaned in and pressed his lips against my forehead.

Tears pricked my eyes because this felt like a goodbye.

A goodbye to Santorini.

What were we now?

“When...when we go back home tomorrow? Should we forget everything that happened here?”Caden asked me.