8. Laid Bare
Chapter eight
Laid Bare
X ander
She just told me she’s a virgin, and all I can think about is being inside her. I’m a fucking bastard, but I can’t stop myself.
I pull her in, crashing my lips against hers, and she moans, fisting my shirt like she’s holding on for dear life. Her mouth is warm, soft, and the way she reacts to me is driving me insane.
“Are you nervous?” I ask, my voice low, my breath hot against her ear.
She nods, just barely, her eyes flicking up to meet mine. There’s uncertainty there, but also excitement. And God, it’s making me feel feral.
I start undoing her shirt, revealing the flesh-colored bra underneath. Fuck, she’s so hot. I lean down and kiss her through the fabric, sucking her nipple gently until she moans again, her hands gripping my shoulders. The sound of her, the way her body reacts—it’s like a drug, and I can’t get enough.
As I walk her back to the bed, her body pressed against mine, I feel like I’m losing control. When we reach the edge of the bed, I push her down, and she bounces slightly on the mattress, looking up at me with wide eyes. She’s so damn beautiful, and all I want is to claim her, to make her mine.
“I’ll try to be gentle,” I say, my voice rough with restraint.
“Will it hurt?” she asks, her voice soft, almost hesitant.
“I’ll do my best to make sure it doesn’t,” I tell her, even though the thought of being inside her— of being her first —makes it hard to focus on anything else.
“Okay,” she whispers, her voice full of trust.
I pull off her shoes, massaging her feet for a moment, feeling the tension in her body start to ease. Then I push her skirt up, revealing a red lace thong that barely covers her. It’s sexy as hell, and it takes everything in me not to tear it off her right then and there.
Fuck.
I drop to my knees, pulling her legs apart and leaning in to taste her. The second my tongue flicks against her, she gasps, her back arching off the bed, her hands gripping the sheets. I lick her through the fabric first, feeling her hips lift toward my mouth, before I finally slide the thong to the side and get my first real taste of her.
She’s wet . So fucking wet.
I work my tongue over her, teasing her clit with slow, deliberate strokes as she writhes beneath me, her body shaking with every movement. Her moans fill the room, and it’s everything I imagined it would be and more. She’s soft, tight, and perfect.
“Wait,” she gasps, propping herself up on her elbows, her eyes wide and her chest rising and falling with quick breaths. “I want to see what I’m working with.”
I stand up, trying to ignore the way my cock is straining against my pants. Her hands fumble at my belt, undoing it slowly, and I can see the nervousness in her eyes as she pushes my pants and boxers down, freeing me.
Her eyes widen when she sees me, and I can’t help but smirk.
“Wow… you’re huge,” she whispers, her voice breathless, her eyes glued to my cock.
“We’ll make it fit, baby,” I say, my voice rough with need. “I just need to make you wet enough.”
I don’t even know why I keep calling her baby, but I can’t stop. It feels natural. It feels right.
She licks her lips, her gaze still locked on me. “Can I taste?”
The words make my cock twitch, and I have to steady myself, grabbing the edge of the bed to keep from losing it. “Fuck, yes.”
I guide my cock to her mouth, groaning the second her tongue touches me. She’s hesitant at first, but when she licks me again, a little bolder this time, I nearly lose it. Her lips wrap around the tip, and I have to stop myself from pushing all the way in.
“Fuck,” I groan, my hands tangling in her hair as she takes more of me into her mouth. I don’t want to come, not yet. Not like this.
I pull back, breathless, and she giggles softly as I push her back onto the bed. She’s gorgeous, spread out beneath me, her skirt bunched up around her hips, her thong barely hanging on.
I pull her panties off, tossing them to the side, and drop back down between her legs. She’s shaking, her thighs trembling as I spread her open, taking in how tight she is. I start licking her again, my tongue working slow circles around her clit, and I slide a finger inside her, loving how tight she feels.
She moans louder, her hands gripping the sheets, her hips lifting off the bed as I push another finger inside, stretching her. She’s perfect, wet, and I know she’s ready.
I glance up, watching her through hooded eyes as she bites her lip, her head falling back as I work her with my mouth and fingers. She’s close, I can tell by the way her thighs clench, by the way she moans my name over and over.
I want her to come on my tongue first, so I suck harder, working her faster, my fingers sliding deeper inside her. Her body jerks, and she cries out, her orgasm crashing over her as she comes hard, her thighs trembling around my head. I keep licking her, drawing it out, loving every second of it.
When she finally relaxes, her body limp and her breathing ragged, I pull back, wiping my mouth as I stand up.
“Holy shit,” she whispers, her voice shaky, her eyes half-lidded.
I smirk, leaning down to kiss her, tasting her on my lips as I run my hands over her body. She’s soft and perfect, and I can’t wait to be inside her.
“You ready for me?” I ask, my voice low, almost a growl.
She nods, her breath catching as she looks up at me, her eyes wide with anticipation.
I position myself between her legs, rubbing the head of my cock against her slick entrance. She’s tight, so tight, and I have to go slow. I push in just a little, feeling her stretch around me, and the sensation is enough to make me want to explode.
She gasps, her hands gripping my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin as I push in further.
“You okay?” I ask, my voice strained with the effort of holding back.
“Yeah,” she breathes, her eyes squeezed shut. “Just… go slow.”
I nod, pushing in another inch, and fuck, the way she feels around me is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I go slow, giving her time to adjust, until I’m fully inside her, buried to the hilt.
She moans, her head falling back against the pillows, and I still for a moment, letting her get used to the size of me.
“You’re doing so good,” I murmur, leaning down to kiss her neck. “You feel fucking amazing.”
She moans again, her hips shifting slightly, and I take that as my cue. I start moving, slow at first, pulling out and then pushing back in, my hands gripping her hips as I fuck her gently.
My mind is blank, consumed by the feeling of her wrapped so tightly around me. She’s soft and warm, her body trembling beneath mine as I push in deeper, going slow just like she asked. I’m trying to be gentle, but it’s taking everything in me to keep control.
Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps, her hands gripping my shoulders like she’s holding on for dear life. Every time I pull out, she moans, and it takes everything in me not to lose it completely.
“Alexander,” she whimpers, and fuck, just hearing her say my name like that makes my cock twitch inside her.
I lean down, kissing her neck softly, my lips brushing against her skin as I whisper, “You feel so fucking good, Ellie.”
She arches her back, her hips moving to meet mine, and I can feel her getting more comfortable, more confident with every thrust. I’m still trying to be slow, careful, but the way she moves beneath me, the way she moans my name—it’s pushing me closer to the edge.
I slide my hand down between us, my fingers finding her clit as I circle it gently, wanting her to feel as much pleasure as possible. She gasps, her body tightening around me, and I know she’s close.
“I want you to come for me,” I murmur against her skin, my voice thick with need. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”
Her eyes snap open, wide and dark with desire, and I can feel the tension building in her body. She’s so close, her breathing shallow, her thighs trembling around me.
I start to move faster, my fingers pressing harder against her clit as I thrust into her, my control slipping with every second. She cries out, her body arching beneath me, and I can feel her tighten around me, her orgasm washing over her as she comes hard.
“Fuck,” I groan, the sensation of her squeezing me almost too much to handle.
She’s trembling, her moans soft and breathless as I keep moving, chasing my own release. The sight of her beneath me, her body flushed and spent, is enough to push me over the edge. I thrust into her one last time, my body tensing as I come, the pleasure ripping through me like a wave.
For a moment, everything is still. The room is quiet except for the sound of our breathing, and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I come down from the high. I’m still inside her, and she’s looking up at me with wide eyes, her lips slightly parted.
I press a soft kiss to her forehead, pulling out slowly, and she winces slightly but doesn’t pull away.
“You okay?” I ask, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.
She nods, her breath still a little shaky. “Yeah. That was…”
“Yeah,” I agree, lying down beside her, pulling her close.
We lie there in silence for a moment, our bodies tangled together, and I can feel her heartbeat gradually slowing down. My mind is still racing, trying to process everything that just happened, but I can’t bring myself to regret a single second of it.
“You were incredible,” I murmur, my hand trailing down her side, feeling the softness of her skin beneath my fingertips.
She giggles softly, her face pressed against my chest. “I can’t believe we just did that.”
“Believe it,” I say with a grin, kissing the top of her head.
She smiles, her eyes drifting closed as she snuggles into me, and for the first time in a long time, I feel completely at peace. I don’t know what’s going to happen next, but right now, with Ellie in my arms, nothing else matters.
“Baby, are you awake?” I whisper, my voice low as I brush a hand over her hair.
She lets out a soft whimper, her body still curled against mine. “Yeah,” she mumbles, her voice sleepy and sweet.
I shift slightly, propping myself up on one elbow so I can see her face. “Can we talk about what just happened?” I ask, my voice careful, because I know I need to say this, even though I’d rather just stay in the warmth of this moment.
She looks up at me, her eyes half-lidded, still dazed. “What about it?”
I rub the back of my neck, feeling the guilt sink in. “I didn’t use a condom. I’m sorry, I should’ve—”
Before I can finish, she cups my cheek, stopping me with the softest touch. “It’s okay,” she says quietly, her thumb brushing over my jaw. “I’m okay with it.”
“I get tested regularly,” I tell her, needing her to know. “I should’ve asked first.”
She smiles softly and leans in to kiss me, her lips warm and comforting. “Thank you for telling me,” she murmurs against my lips. “I trust you.”
A wave of relief washes over me, and I kiss her back, letting the moment settle. “I need to run you a bath,” I say softly, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “It’ll help with any soreness and the jet lag.”
“Okay,” she whispers, nuzzling against my neck.
I press a kiss to her forehead, lingering for a moment. “Don’t fall asleep on me, okay?”
She nods sleepily, but I can see the hint of a smile tugging at her lips. I push myself off the bed and stand, still half-naked, and start heading for the bathroom. As I walk away, I hear her giggle.
“What?” I glance back, raising an eyebrow.
“You’re just so… hot,” she says, burying her face in the pillow. “And you’re a CEO. CEOs are supposed to be fat and balding.”
I laugh, shaking my head as I smack her ass lightly. “Sorry to disappoint,” I tease, heading into the bathroom.
The bathroom is luxury at its finest—marble countertops, a massive soaking tub in the center of the room, and soft ambient lighting that makes everything feel calm and serene. I start running the water, adjusting the temperature until it’s just right. The marble here… it’s exactly the kind I’ve been wanting for one of my projects. I’ll have to ask Camilla where she got it.
As I wait for the tub to fill, I grab some bath salts from the counter, sprinkling them in. I’ve never done this for any woman before, but with Ellie… I like taking care of her. I want to.
When I walk back into the room, she’s sitting on the edge of the bed, her body still relaxed and soft from our earlier moment. I help her to her feet, my hands sliding under her shirt as I undress her slowly.
The shirt falls away, and she’s standing in nothing but her curves, all soft skin and beautiful, and fuck , she’s stunning. I’ve never seen anyone like her—so raw, so real.
“You’re sore, huh?” I ask, brushing my thumb over her lower back.
“A little,” she admits, her voice soft.
“The bath will help, baby,” I tell her, my voice low and soothing.
She’s about to follow me, but then she tugs on my arm, pulling me back toward her. “Kiss me first.”
I smile, leaning down to capture her lips in a slow, deep kiss. Her hands slide up my chest, and for a moment, I get lost in the feel of her body pressed against mine. I pull away just enough to look into her eyes before brushing my lips over hers again. She tastes sweet, like something I could savor for hours.
I pull her toward the bathroom, leading her to the tub as I help her step in. The water envelops her, and she sinks into it with a soft moan, her head resting back against the edge. I slide in behind her, settling in as her body relaxes into mine.
I start washing her, my hands gentle as they glide over her skin. I tease her nipples lightly, and she gasps, her body arching slightly. My hands drift lower, between her thighs, where she’s still wet and sensitive.
She moans softly, her head tipping back against my shoulder. I kiss her neck, nibbling on the soft skin just below her ear.
“Relax, baby,” I murmur, my fingers tracing slow circles over her clit. “Let me take care of you.”
Her breath hitches as I work her, my fingers moving slowly, deliberately. She’s so responsive, so sensitive, and every little movement makes her tremble against me. I tip her head back, capturing her lips in a slow, sensual kiss as I keep rubbing her.
“I’m gonna make you come, okay?” I whisper, my lips brushing against her ear.
She whimpers, nodding slightly. “Yes,” she breathes. “Please.”
I grin against her skin, my fingers moving faster now, rubbing her clit in tight, gentle circles as her body tenses in my arms. She’s close, I can feel it in the way her thighs clench and her breathing quickens.
“I’ll be so gentle with you, baby,” I murmur, kissing her neck again. “Come for me.”
Her body trembles, and with a soft cry, she falls apart in my arms. I hold her tight, whispering sweet nothings in her ear as she rides out her orgasm, her breath ragged, her body shuddering against mine.
When she finally relaxes, her body limp and sated, I press a soft kiss to her shoulder. “You’re amazing,” I whisper.
She laughs softly, turning her head slightly to look at me. “I can’t believe you just did that.”
“I can’t believe I haven’t done it sooner,” I tease, kissing her again.
We stay in the bath for a while, my hands gently caressing her skin as she leans back against me, completely relaxed. I could stay like this forever—just the two of us, the warmth of the water, the soft glow of the bathroom lights.
When the water starts to cool, I help her out of the tub, wrapping her in a plush towel before carrying her back to bed. She looks up at me with those big hazel eyes, and I can’t help but smile.
“Get some rest, baby,” I say, kissing her forehead. “We’ve got a big day tomorrow.”
She nods, snuggling into the covers as I slide in beside her. I pull her close, my arms wrapping around her as she settles against me, her body warm and soft in my embrace.
For the first time in a long time, everything feels right. And as I drift off to sleep, I can’t help but think that this—her—might just be exactly what I’ve been missing.
She is the one thing that has been missing in my life all along.