Upon arrival, I propose that Cohen retrieve his belongings and transport them here to avoid unnecessary trips, while I attend to putting Alyssa to bed. He consents, and I escort Alyssa to her chamber.
I dressed her in pyjamas, changed her diaper and she remained asleep throughout the entire process. Cohen has yet to arrive, prompting me to illuminate my room with candles to enhance the romantic ambiance. I instructed Cohen not to knock and to enter immediately upon his return, and I had just heard the front door open. I proceed to the stairs, and he is ascending them.
“Did she not awaken?”He murmurs.”
“No, I altered her and everything; she was so fatigued that she slept through it.”
I halt him in the corridor, “Thank you for organising such a delightful date for us,” and I place my hands on his chest, rising on my tiptoes to bestow a kiss.
“It was my delight!”He smiles.
“I have also resolved to organize a surprise for you,” I inform him. He raises one eyebrow.
“Is that so?”“He inquires.” I acknowledge with a nod and proceed to my door. Upon entering my room, the illumination is active, rendering the candles less conspicuous. I shut the door and secure it with a lock. He elevates one eyebrow and smirks.
I extinguish the lights, and the room is adequately illuminated by the candles alone.
“What is occurring, Celine?”“He inquires.” He offers me a wickedly charming smile and relinquishes his bag. My desire for him compels me to act impulsively, yet I conceal my enthusiasm as I approach and gently guide him onto my bed. I ascend atop him and initiate a kiss.
The kiss escalates rapidly. His hands are gliding along my body. Grasping my buttocks, then ascending my back, and subsequently entangling in my hair. I withdraw and kiss my way to his neck; he emits a groan that drives me wild. I experience increased respiration, and all rational thought has dissipated. I desire him. That is the entirety of my thoughts. Cohen reverses our positions, placing himself above me, and kisses me more intensely and passionately. It is highly pleasurable. I placed my hands beneath the back of his shirt and began to raise it for removal.
“Darling, we ought to decelerate; your brother is present.” “We must cease before we both relinquish control,” he states, breathless. I gaze at him with half-closed eyes, his irises swirling with darkness. “Your captivating eyes, darling.” I can detect your arousal. profanity. “I desire you,” he states with a growl. My eyes are likely bloodfang as well.
I informed you that I had a surprise for you. I instructed Gavin to remove Brandon from the residence. I desire you as well,” I whisper with fervour.
He rasps, “Thank goodness,” removes his shirt, and my fingertips glide along his muscular chest. I compress my lip in astonishment. His physique is exemplary. He collides his lips with mine. Shortly, I sense his hands beneath my tank top. He removes it and pauses to observe me in my pink lace bra. His gaze, eyes entirely bloodfang with desire and yearning for me, indicates his appreciation for my appearance.
He inclines his head towards my collarbone and commences kissing. He gradually descends, and his hand discreetly slips behind my back momentarily, after which my bra is removed. He excelled in that area. Exceedingly excellent. This is certainly not his inaugural experience with this. Perhaps I should inform him that it belongs to me?
I perceive his warm mouth on one of my nipples, and abruptly, all my thoughts of inexperience are overwhelmed by the sound of my moans. I entwine my fingers in his hair as he kisses his way to my other b****t. His actions are beneficial for both parties. He gazes at me and growls, “You are exceedingly attractive.” I draw him back up and kiss him once more.
The extensive skin-to-skin contact generates sensations akin to bolts of warmth coursing through my entire body. It is exhilarating. I experience a state of euphoria accompanied by dizziness. I have never encountered anything even vaguely similar to this. I am highly aroused and find myself gyrating my hips towards him. I sense that he is completely aroused as well. He rises and directs his hands towards the buckle of my jeans.
He halts and establishes eye contact, awaiting consent. I acquiesce.
“However, I have never… this is my inaugural experience,” I concede. He beams broadly and bends down to bestow a kiss upon me.
“We shall proceed gradually,” he murmurs.
He unfastens my jeans and stands to remove them. He also removes his trousers. He hooks a finger around my pink lace panties, removes them, and discards his boxer briefs. Impressive. That is remarkable, yet also daunting. He retrieves a condom from his wallet and throws it onto the bed. I am uncertain as to why he does not simply apply it now. He enters the bed and leans in to kiss me briefly. Subsequently, he proceeds to my neck.
I am a lamenting, dishevelled individual. He proceeds downward, stimulating and kissing my nipples. I have relinquished all control, and I am gasping, yearning for additional stimulation. Cohen continues to descend, now reaching my hip, and he proceeds further downwards. Suddenly, I feel his warm mouth upon me. Osculation and lapping. Oh my… Indeed.
“You are exceedingly aroused for me, Celine… Mmm, and your flavor is exquisite,” he groans.
He persists, and shortly thereafter, I sense the intensification increasing. With one hand entwined in his hair and the other clutching the sheets, I experience a surge of pleasure. “Cohen…” I exclaim, and he persists, savouring me. Upon his eventual emergence, he bears a playful smile.
“I derive great pleasure from bringing you to climax, my dear,” he states. He seizes the condom, tears it with his teeth, and unrolls it. He ascends atop me and initiates kissing, while I sense him gradually penetrating me. “Oh f**k,” he exhales. He pauses for a minute to allow my body to acclimatise to his dimensions, but he begins to kiss me. I experienced not only desire in his lips but also affection.
“I am infatuated with you, Celine,” he murmurs. I acquiesce and grin.
“Likewise.” After a brief interval, he gradually begins to move. After several minutes, the discomfort diminishes, and I begin to sway my hips.
“Are you well, dear?” he enquires, and I affirm with a nod.
“You are exceedingly constricted,” he groans. The awareness that my body is providing him with this pleasure exhilarates me. He accelerates slightly. The sounds emanating from his mouth intensify my arousal. I adore it. I adore him.
I begin to thrust into him more intensely and rapidly, while grasping his posterior. “Damn, darling.” “You are going to induce my climax,” he gasps. This information overwhelms me. I sense the euphoric sensation intensifying once more, “Cohen…” I am… Ahh!I lament.
“Approach me, darling,” he commands. He penetrates me with greater intensity, and we simultaneously reach climax. Subsequently, we reclined together for a moment, regaining our breath.
“That was extraordinary,” Cohen breathes heavily, and I smile at him.
“Yes,” is all I can articulate.
“Our bodies align flawlessly, and every aspect of you is ideal for me,” he states, bestowing gentle kisses on my shoulder. I am pleased that he appreciated it as much as I did. Cohen embraces me tightly, and shortly thereafter, we engage in kissing and become increasingly passionate once more. I desire him once more. How will I ever attain sufficient quantities? Following the third round, we succumb to slumber in one another’s embrace. Fulfilled and ecstatically content.
