~Alistair's POV~
He leaned over me, his face a mask of primal hunger, his hand wrapping around my cock to keep a perfect, punishing pace with his thrusts. Every time he bottomed out, he squeezed me, milking a low, broken whimper from my throat.
Three powerful, soul-shattering slams later, I was on the jagged edge of shattering. My hips were bucking, my eyes rolling back, but just as I reached the peak, Alex abruptly pulled out.
Before I could even protest the loss of his heat, he was between my legs, his mouth replacing his hand. He took me deep into his throat in one fluid motion, the suction so intense it made my toes curl into the silk.
"Babe... fuck, yes!" I screamed, my fingers tangling desperately in his hair. I couldn't help myself; I pinned his head, my hips taking over as I fucked the back of his throat, seeking that final friction. "Fuck... yes... yes!"
Alex stayed perfectly still, taking every inch of me as my body began to vibrate with the coming storm.
