"Gildarts, we can't keep doing this.." Alana moaned as the orange haired man's lips made their way down the side of her neck. He bit lightly on her shoulder, making her shiver.
"Sure we can, Love," he said between kisses, "there isn't any reason why we cant."
His hand slid down to the button of her jeans, undoing them with ease, as he did so many times before. His lips travelled slowly down, following his fingers as they unzipped the pants zipper. He listened to her labored breathing; he lived for the sound of his name coming from her lips in a breathless frenzy. It was the one thing he looked forward to most when he came home from a mission. Her voice was beautiful, her face and body were those of a goddess.
Alana Belmore, the Wind Magic Mage of Fairy Tail: his lover of the past seven years.
They first met when she was just 18, but he couldn't take his eyes off of her, despite their age difference. And despite the age difference, she still fell for him. He never understood why, because a woman like that deserved a beautiful man to match. She was an average 5'6, with flowing black hair and startling green eyes. She was thin, yet curvy, with dainty features, but not to be underestimated, as she was powerful. Like him, she also worked alone, as an S-class wizard, but every time he returned to the guild, no matter how much time had passed, she would be there, waiting for him. He would treat her like his queen, and then he would leave again, because no matter how he ever felt about someone, his heart was still always set on working.
But when he was with Alana, he was all her's.
He inched her pants down, pulling them off her, tossing them aside. He looked at her, lying in his bed with nothing left on except some black lace underwear. She blushed, going to cover her breasts, but Gildarts took her hands and held them above her, shaking his head.
"You aren't about to hide that beautiful body of yours from me.." his eyes looked her over greedily, and he held both her wrists in one hand as he brought his other down in between her legs. He could feel the heat coming from her, and it turned him on even further. He traced his finger down what he knew without looking was the outside of her folds, feeling how wet she got for him through her panties. He stared into her eyes as he watched her blush deeper, and wondered how after all these years he could still do that to such an incredible woman.
He pulled aside the covering of her womanhood and teased her with the tips of his fingers, causing her to whimper ever so slightly, which caused him to bite his own lip. He would love to just ravish her after not being with her for so long, but toying with her a little made everything that much better in the end.
He leaned in, kissing her deeply, and she bit his bottom lip; gently, at first, but harder when he pushed a finger inside her.
She moaned into his lips longingly, and another finger made its way inside of her, followed soon by a third, and his name escaped her lips, breathlessly, as he encircled her nipple with his lips.
He removed his fingers from her, unable to stop himself from licking them clean, missing her taste. He let go of her wrists, and her hands flew to his pants, immediately yanking them off of him and onto the floor, his underwear following. His cock was hard, and Alana wasted no time, licking the shaft before putting the entire thing in her mouth.
Gildarts gasped as he felt his tip hit the back of her throat, and he couldn't stop his eyes from rolling back from pleasure. He looked down at the most beautiful woman, giving him pleasure like no one ever had. The sight blew his mind, and she looked up at him passionately.
He felt so alive in her presence, as if he wasn't some old man who had nothing to live for except constantly working and making a name for himself. He felt young all over again every time her eyes sparkled in his direction.
He took her mouth off of his swollen member, bringing her up to kiss him, before laying her down again. She put her arms around his neck as he steadied himself between her legs, her hot core tight from waiting for him while years passed by. He entered her, slowly, looking at her, the most beautiful girl in the world. She was beautiful, and she was his. Her genuinely caring eyes made it harder every time to leave, though he did, and dreamt of them every night.
That night, though, he didn't have to dream, as he got to stare into them as they made love all night long.