Chapter 40
Ikissed Alexandra as we prepared for lunch at a vineyard. I was finally up and moving but struggled to do everything I wanted with Alexandra. The poor thing was so patient and gave head so freely that she deserved a trophy. “Good head” was an unexpected square on my “arranged marriage to a virgin” bingo card.
Alexandra looped her arms around my neck. Our car waited downstairs, but she paid no attention—too focused on kissing me. I was also in no hurry, pushing her back against the desk near the entryway. I heard something rattle and fall over. I was tempted to throw her up on the desk, but that didn’t seem fair. She deserved her first time to be better than a quickie on a desk!
She pulled away, her gaze laser-focused. “I want you.”
“Lex, we have a car waiting. I want this to be… lovely for you. I don’t want it to be a wham, bam, thank you, ma’am.”
“Rikard, if I do not get off, I think I might die.”
I snickered. “Die? Isn’t that hyperbole?”
I kissed her slowly. She responded by biting my lip.
“I want you,” she whined.
The more she pleaded, the more I weakened. I wanted her, too. There was no doubt. I was still pretty beaten up but damn if I didn’t want to fuck her. Still, if I was going to have all of her and do this with her for the first time, wasn’t I supposed to make it special?
“There is a car, Lex. Later? Again, I want this to be?—”
“I don’t care about candles and roses and such nonsense. You have already seen all of me and I know all of you. If you are good enough to walk, you’re good enough to shag, yeah?”
I shrugged. “I could make do.”
“Then don’t you want to?”
“It’s not a matter of want. I want to be good to you.”
“I want you now.”
Her tone got more insistent. She wasn’t meek or mild. She was demanding. It did it for me.
“Bedroom and be quick about it!” I gave her ass a quick swat.
Alexandra raced to the bedroom, tossing her tights and panties aside. She lay there, her dress barely covering her thighs—happy to be on offer. I kicked off my trousers and underwear. I attempted to pull her towards the end of the bed and failed miserably. My back ached. Well, fuck!
“Sorry, baby. My back is still fucked,” I winced. “I am worried I will injure it worse?—”
“Can you get on your back?”
I was surprised by her suggestion. She was desperate and her need for me was sexy. Damn if I didn’t want her! I flipped onto the bed, lying on my back now. She climbed astride me.
“You want this?” I confirmed.
“I do,” she said.
I worried she might struggle a bit, but she didn’t waste time. I was inside her within seconds. She gasped a bit.
“Just a little… pain…”
“You can stop.”
“No. I don’t want to, Rick.”
“Take it easy. Go slow,” I said. “I think that’s the key.”
She did take it easy… at first. Alexandra soon got the hang of it. I loved raw, impromptu sex. I lived to fuck a girl in a dress. It felt naughty. She bent down, kissing me, as she continued to grind—soaking wet now. Her pussy tightened around me as she panted and moaned. She was loud. I loved her being noisy. Alexandra gripped my shirt as she began to climax. I grabbed her ass with both hands and assisted by thrusting—harder and harder.
Alexandra’s eyes rolled back into her head, and she screamed in French. I couldn’t translate, but I knew it was good. She was euphoric now, catching her breath. A wide grin spread across her face. She leaned down and kissed me slowly and sweetly.
“Good?” I asked as she pulled away.
“Fucking amazing.”
She never swore, so that was high praise. I made a note that I would need to teach her to dirty talk as she had no idea what she was doing. She didn’t know I’d wanted this for so long. Her face, the sounds of her enthusiastic moans, the swearing, and the enhancement of the spank bank image of her gagging on my cock was enough.
“You going to cum for me again?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” she said.
“I want you to try.”
Alexandra moaned louder and I felt her tighten again. She was working on another orgasm. I wasn’t going to last forever—not like this—so I hoped it was soon. I hadn’t been inside a woman in half a year. It felt glorious. She was magnificent with her face flushed and her hair bouncing. The more her tits jiggled, the harder it was to last.
“Rick, oh God,” she growled.
“Don’t stop. I want you to cum,” I said. “Cum for me, Alexandra.”
“I’m… I’m…” she screamed out a line of unintelligible syllables.
“Good girl,” I said. “Good girl, Alexandra. Was that what you needed?”
She nodded—panting and unable to speak. Her face was red, and her fists clenched—my shirt balled up into them. Alexandra came back down, but I gave her the sort of high she needed. Maybe it wasn’t romantic, perfectly-planned sex, but she was right. It would do.
I came, unable to fight it a moment longer, grabbing her hips and thrusting deep inside. It was ecstasy. I was left panting, lying there, my back feeling partially functional still. Alexandra smiled from above, looking self-satisfied. She leaned to give me a long, sexy kiss.
I smacked her ass. “You’re honestly far too good at that given your level of experience.”
She bit her lip. “It was good?”
“Well done! We’ll further adulterate you later. For now, we have a car waiting.”
She rolled onto her side. I handed her the boxers I’d been wearing.
“What? Why?” She asked.
I fumbled through a drawer to find a clean pair. “You’re going to want to clean up, baby. What goes in must come out.”
She tested my theory, making a face.
“You might also want to run to the toilet,” I said. “I think it’s supposed to be a good idea.”
I realised I was Alexandra’s only source of sexual education, which was troubling. Yes, I was good at sex, but I had no business teaching a woman everything there was to know. Her mother should have been a source of preliminary knowledge and her friends would have supplemented it as she grew. However, she hadn’t been allowed friends and her mother passed when she was very young. The poor thing was still learning.
Thankfully, what she lacked in education, she made up for in energy and willingness. We had plenty of sexual chemistry. I was relieved. I wanted her again—and soon.
“See, you didn’t regret it,” she returned from the bathroom. “I told you it would be fine.”
“I guess we have a lot more time for drawn-out, romantic fucking.”
“Is fucking the right word?”
I laughed. “For what you did to me? Yes. Lex, that was good fucking. Proper fucking.”
She blushed.
“Don’t be ashamed, Lex. That was good. You are fabulous in bed. You’re fun and loud. Own that shit. Enjoy it. It gets me off to see you get off.”
Alexandra smiled. “Okay.”
“Now, we are very late for lunch,” I took her hand.
We grabbed our coats, finally departing. Still giddy, we climbed into the waiting car.
“Your Majesty, Your Royal Highness,” the driver said as he settled back into his seat.
“Thank you for waiting,” Alexandra said. “I guess we let time get away from us.”
He chuckled. “It’s alright, madame. You are fine. It’s a holiday, isn’t it? And a honeymoon. Best not to worry about time.”
She squeezed my hand. Alexandra was proud of herself. Her ascent to sexual freedom had only begun. I was part of her rise, so I felt some pride. I gave her the space she needed and intended to be a good, caring partner. The last time I fucked someone, I was the opposite. It was about using one another to get off. Meanwhile, Alexandra and I started a transactional relationship only to find love. And love her I did.