Ar and Allie

***All characters in this story are 18+. These are fictional characters that I made up. Any resemblance or likeness to anyone in real life is purely coincidence.***

***This is the 2nd installation of Ark and Allie's story. Please read Pt. 1 if you haven't. Thanks for the support :).***

Several hours later, Ark woke up and opened his eyes to see his bedside lamp still on and he could see the bedside clock reading 3:30am. He felt much better than he did a few hours before and he stretched a little as the memories came flooding back. It had been a long time since his blood sugar had tanked like that and he was pretty sure if it had been anyone else that witnessed that, other than family, they would have probably run away. Like sobriety, his diabetes was something he silently dealt with. He felt ashamed, he saw it as weakness. He felt embarrassed that had happened in front of Allie, she was too special, and he didn't want her to see him so weak.

He ran his hands over his arm, and re-discovered the IV port that he had forgotten the EMT's installed last night. He smoothed his hands over his chest and remembered how Allie's hands felt on him last night. It wasn't even sexual touching, she was just innocently tracing his tattoos on his chest, but her touch felt like waves of warmth and comfort. Her spirit was like a healing spring and, despite whether she was trying to or not, she was healing him. He didn't usually operate with this- or any level- of intimacy with anyone. But she had found a crack in his armor and she was flooding him with her light

He slowly rolled over and prepared himself for the potential that she wouldn't be there. To be fair, she wasn't obligated to still be there. But he prayed that he would see her when he opened his eyes. He settled into his pillow, with his eyes still closed. He hadn't been this scared to open his eyes since he was a kid and was afraid of the dark. Through sheer force of will, he opened his eyes. He felt tears of relief sting the back of his eyes when he saw her. He couldn't believe she stayed. She slept in his shirt, in his bed, wrapped up in his sheets and blankets. Her long hair was splayed over his pillows and a few strands hung in front of her face.

He scooted closer to her and debated touching her at all. She looked so peaceful and still. He didn't really want to wake her up, but it had been a few hours since they had touched, and his body longed for her. He gently swept her hair from her face with his fingertips and tucked those strands behind her ear. She looked like perfection and fantasy, mixed with innocence and a spark. He was starting to understand how love songs were written- he'd never been compelled to write one before, but she made him want to try.

Just laying here with her in the quiet, with the world still shrouded the darkness of night, he felt like they were in a sanctuary of some kind. For the next few days, they could just be together. They didn't have anywhere else to be. He hadn't had that in so long, it felt strange. But he was supposed to be in California with family and he had blocked off that time. Now, he could spend that time with her. It was the only holiday gift he was getting this year- and it was a big one, he didn't think he would ever ask for anything else.

Her eyes suddenly fluttered open as he watched her. Her clear blue gaze locked on his immediately and he watched as panic quickly transitioned to concern and then quickly transitioned to relief. She immediately scooted closer and wrapped her arms around him. He wrapped his arms around her too and held her close. He could tell she had been worried and scared and he felt bad about that.

"Hey, you." He said in a sleepy, raspy whisper, as he buried his face in her neck and her hair surrounded his face. He breathed in her scent and felt his entire body relax.

"Hey." She answered back. He felt her body relax a little as she melted into him.

"You look like you are feeling a little better." She said as she moved her hands over his shoulders and biceps.

"I do." He agreed. He narrowed his brows and looked at her in quiet disbelief. "I can't believe you stayed here all night."

"Why?" she asked. "I wanted to make sure you were okay. I've been up and down all night making sure you were okay. I was checking your pulse, measuring your heartbeat, making sure you were still breathing. I've been standing guard over you all night." She smoothed her hands from his arms to his chest and she covered his heart with her hand. "Death was going to have to go through me before it got to you." She laughed a little. Ark immediately recognized the warrior in her. She was a little Viking in her own right, and he swelled with pride for her.

"No one has ever done that for me before." He said as he reached up a hand and stroked her cheek.

"I was worried about you." She looked into his eyes with concern.

"I'm not used to that." He said with a heavy degree of sadness. "Thank you for everything you did last night. I don't think I can really describe how much that meant to me." He choked on the words a little. Real emotion bubbled up on him and he wasn't prepared for it. He hadn't asked for it and he hadn't expected it, but she had proven herself to him last night. She was someone who could be trusted and for him, that list grew a little shorter every day.

"I would do it again in a heartbeat, Ark." He seized the moment and kissed her while she looked up at him. He grabbed the comforter and pulled it up over them and he moved himself to cover her as she tucked herself beneath him. The way they moved together felt practiced, coordinated and natural. He couldn't explain it, they hadn't even known each other for a full day yet. He pressed the hard mass of his chest against hers. Her hands moved up his stomach, over his sides and then moved around him and climbed his back. Each time her hands discovered a place where she hadn't touched him before, she tried to memorize it with her hands.

The years and years of drumming left him with a divinely muscled back and arms with wide shoulders. Being underneath him like this was all-consuming, yet he was gentle and didn't hurt her at all. The heat of his body enveloped her and she gave in to the warmth. He kissed her deeper and settled a little more weight onto her. She welcomed him as her legs spread and made room for him to kneel between them.

He kissed her with a measured intensity. He wanted to devour her and make her his completely, but he also wanted to savor her. He felt a primal frenzy for her, it was a hunger, low in his belly that demanded to be satisfied. It wasn't the same thing as needing to fuck her- he just needed HER. He needed her connection and he needed her energy in his veins. The notion that he couldn't live without her anymore nagged at him. It replayed in a loop in the back of his mind. The thought of her ever being with someone else was unacceptable. The thought of ever kissing anyone else seemed impossible. They could never be the same after this. She was changing him, straight down to his DNA. He was falling for her and he knew he couldn't stop it.

He kept his movement deliberately slow. He was very aware of how big he was and if he didn't move conscientiously, he knew he could hurt her. He supported himself with one arm and ran the other hand down her body. He passed by her breast, he wanted to touch it but he resisted. He reached lower and ran his hand along her thigh that was currently curled up and resting against his waist. His hand roamed lower and he felt the curve of her ass cheek and he felt his body react to hers, but he decided to ignore it. He wanted her to set the pace. If left up to him, this would be over too fast. He pulled his hand back up to her thigh and gripped it and pulled it closer to him.

He felt her fingertips slip below the waist of his pants. The movement was small, and she didn't take them any lower, but his entire body felt like it was engulfed in flames of need. He groaned as she touched him there for the first time and waves of goosebumps and static radiated from her touch. He pressed himself against her a little more and moved his hand from her thigh and let it slowly travel up her side until it found her breast. He gently cradled it through the flannel shirt and then tightened his grip slightly. 'So much for letting her set the pace' he thought to himself.

She breathed a little heavier when he squeezed her breast and she reached up between them and unbuttoned a few of the top buttons on the shirt. She spread it apart and he stopped kissing her to watch. He groaned with approval and appreciation and slipped his hand inside to touch her bare skin. She moaned and pulled him back down to kiss her. He felt her nipple harden against the palm of his hand and he moved his hand to cradle the sensitive point in the nook between his thumb and forefinger. He softly squeezed her nipple and she moaned against his mouth.

"You are incredible..." He growled as he tore his mouth from hers and trailed it down her neck. "Tell me where you like to be kissed..." he whispered. She touched the bottom of her neck, between her collar bones. He immediately took his mouth there and she moaned and felt herself melt into the bed a little bit when he did. He moved a little and settled a little deeper between her legs and she felt his hardness press against her. It was thick and long and bigger than anyone else she had been with before. He let his mouth roam lower and she rolled her body and exposed more of her neck to him. He happily took more of her as she offered it. He kissed her, grazed his teeth over her and continued massaging her breast.

Then, she reached between them and unbuttoned the rest of her shirt and pulled the sides apart. He didn't even look, he just let his mouth blindly navigate the new terrain. His mouth moved over the swell of her breast. His beard dragged along her body as his mouth slowly descended on her. She hadn't felt a beard move over her before, but it was erotic. It was almost like another appendage and her body was already on fire with sensation. She loved it. She felt the heat of his mouth cover her nipple and he slipped his hands around her waist to press her into him a little. Her body rolled under his touch and she pulled her legs up tighter. He sucked and pulled her nipple further into his mouth and then massaged the textured peak with his flattened tongue. She made small whimpers of pleasure when the heat of his mouth shot straight to her core and pleasure built between her legs.

"You feel so good... everything you do feels so good..." She whispered. Her body trembled as waves of pleasure moved through her and he moved his mouth from her nipple. He kissed the underside of her breast and he moved his mouth over her abdomen and lower belly. He moved the hand that was currently cradling her lower back and moved it past her hip and let it rest on her lower belly. He felt the swell of it and savored her softness. He gently let it drop between her legs, where he found her soaked panties.

"My fucking god..." he groaned as he lightly dragged a finger over the panties. Seeing how aroused she was made him painfully hard. He found her slit through the wet material and was able to easily find the outline her most sensitive button reaching out to him for affection.

"That is your fault." She said through a husky laugh and then immediately went back into a moan as his touch neared her most sensitive spot.

"I did this to you?" He liked the way that sounded. He liked effecting her like that.

"You are STILL doing this to me." She corrected. He traced his fingers along the divide between her pussy lips and her body begged him for more.

She sat up on her elbows and watched him. She loved watching a man between her legs and he kind of liked being watched. He looked up at her and grinned, his silver- pale colored eyes were suddenly dark, like storm clouds. He looked big between her legs as they rested against his massive shoulders. He brought his mouth to her lower belly and kissed down to the rim of her panties. He grabbed the edge with his teeth and tugged them down.

"Let's take these off..." He mumbled and moved his hands to her sides and grabbed her panties and pulled them off her hips. She lifted her knees to her chest and pulled her legs together. He slid her panties off and then she spread her legs apart as he dropped his head down between her thighs. He looked at her puffy pink lips and her swollen clit protruding from between them. He softly ran his fingers over her soft skin appreciating the texture and their wetness. He spread her apart and feasted his eyes upon her glistening flesh. "So perfect..." he whispered as he brought his face lower and lower. "Do you like to be kissed here?" he asked as he gave her a small kiss on the outside of her pussy lips.

"Please..." she panted. He gave a low chuckle and her body jerked as she felt the warm, flat length of his tongue start at the bottom of her slit and slide up to the top. He didn't press in at all, he didn't even part her lips as he licked her. He let her body tell him what she wanted. She rolled her hips forward, pressing her clit out a little further in the line of his tongue. He listened to what her body wanted and dragged his flat tongue over the sensitive nub. She moaned and quickly moved her body to line him up to do it again. Over and over, she rode and moved her hardened clit over his tongue. He felt it pulse when she made short pauses.

He deepened his assault on her pussy and pulled her lips apart to drag his tongue through them. He felt her texture and she ground her pussy on his hungry mouth. Then, he slowed down and she felt her clit enveloped by his mouth. He sucked on it and then pulled back and let it slip from his lips. Her legs shook as he pulled apart her pussy lips and lowered his mouth back down and began to make out with her clit. He kissed it, swept his tongue around it, and sucked it when she thrusted her hips.

"Oh my god..." She moaned and reached down and grabbed the top knot of hair on his head and he felt his cock stiffen again to the point he was actually concerned it may break off. Even if it did, he wasn't going to stop this. Her cumming was the top priority for him. He suddenly felt a surge of fluid come from her center. He lowered his mouth and he drank from it like it was a sacred pool. She tasted like honey and cantaloupe and her arousal pooled on the bed beneath them. He vowed to keep those sheets in a shrine of some sort for the rest of their lives. He moved back up to her clit with a wide, lapping tongue and he latched onto it.

"Tell me when you are going to cum... I want to know when it's about the happen..." he groaned and went back to her pussy. Her body rolled under him and he could feel her pussy pulse under his tongue. She was close, he just didn't know how close. He put his hands under her ass and lifted her a little. With his thumb, he gently pressed at her pussy's opening. The extra pressure was exactly what she needed and her body began to tremble.

"Oh my god, I'm going to cum..." She said through pants and gasping for breath.

"Do it." He growled, desperate for it. He probed his finger just a little deeper and he felt a surge of juices bubbling from inside of her. She let go of his head and gripped the sheets of the bed in her fists. She rode his face as she felt wave after wave of pleasure overtake her. He probed his tongue inside of her as she came and he could feel her pussy contracting and pulsing around it. He wanted nothing more than to plunge his cock in as deep as he could and find out what that felt like around him.

Her body started to relax and she lay on the bed trying to catch her breath. He tried kissing her clit again and she jumped. "Sorry, I came so hard, everything is so sensitive." She laughed breathlessly.

Ark sat up on knees and looked at Allie's body, as if trying to decide what parts he wanted to kiss again. Allie reached down and grabbed the front of the waistband of his pants and pulled him to her. She dropped his hands to either side of her head and leaned his face down to hers. She pressed her lips to his and tasted herself on his mouth.

"Making you cum and turning you on turns me on..." he whispered as he took control of the kiss and dominated her. She slipped her hands inside his pajama pants and was expecting to find boxers or briefs, but she didn't find those. Instead, she just found super-heated flesh of his hard cock. "See?" He groaned when she touched him for the first time. His cock bounced in response to her touch. She ran her hands up the shaft to the bulbous head with pre-cum already bubbling from the tip. He kissed her deeper and she began to slowly stroke him with her hand.

She grabbed the sides of his pants and pulled them down, his cock sprung forward. She quickly reached between her own legs, coated her fingers with her own juices and lubricated his cock as she slowly pumped her hand up and down the shaft.

"That was so fucking hot." He growled when he realized what she had done. No one had ever tried doing that to him before and he loved it. She worked her hand closer to the tip and he thrust into her hand a little more urgently. When her hand went closer to his balls, she felt his cock surge.

"You should lay down." She said. He obediently flipped over on the bed to lay flat and kicked off his pants to the floor. His cock stood tall with a slight curve. He lay there like a god; all muscle and battle ready. She was softer, fuller, feminine, a goddess of harvest, fertility and love. She leaned over him to kiss him before she started working on his cock again and he grabbed the edge of the flannel and rolled it from her shoulders and she shimmied out of it. She coated her fingers with her own arousal again and stroked her hand up and down his shaft. She tightened her grip when she got close to his head, and then eased up when she went back down his shaft. She twisted her motions slightly and he felt his cock surge and bounce with excitement as she stroked him.

"That feels so good." He groaned. She got on her knees and bent over him a little. He ran his hands up her legs and cupped her ass. "YOU feel so good." He corrected himself and thrust into her hands, silently wishing that she would take him into her mouth. She tossed her hair over her shoulder, giving him a perfect view of her face and leaned down to kiss the head of his cock. She then kissed and tongued the side of his shaft as she worked up and down its length. She kept pumping her hand up and down his shaft.

Occasionally she extended her hands down to massage his balls. Not many girls had done that to him before. At first, it was a little strange and then, the way she alternated and the pressure of her grip- not too tight and not too soft- she won him over. She made him harder. She opened her mouth and took him inside. The head of his cock was engulfed in her warm, wet mouth with a tongue that moved over him constantly. He thrust into her mouth, a little more desperate to cum. Then, she started to descend further and further down his length.

At the same time, Ark pushed Allie's ass higher and she turned herself so he could see her bright pink core exposed to him. He smoothed his hands over her ass, occasionally dipping between her legs and stroking her still swollen clit or pushing his finger inside of her swollen cavern. He pushed it in deep and she groaned with his cock still in her throat. He almost came instantly from the vibration of that alone. He pressed down and found a small bump on the front wall of her pussy. He moved his finger in a slow, deep circle on it and found a slow rhythm and locked onto it. Her body bucked back against him and he felt new arousal bubble and boil around his finger and escape from her channel and trickle down his hand. Hearing and feeling her moan as she rode his hand while she was sucking him off made it impossible to last much longer.