Chapter 19
nowhere else I would rather be
Cecily
I give him the only answer I have. I lick my lips, the tip of my tongue grazing the pads of his fingers.
His gaze snaps to my mouth. He withdraws his fingers and leans in, capturing my lower lip between his teeth to suck on it. Hard.
I arch into him, craving more contact, more of him.
Without breaking the kiss, he shifts, laying me against the mattress before hovering over me.
He braces himself on one hand beside my head, the other resting heavily on my waist. I lift my hips, meeting the hard length of him grinding into my center, aching to get rid of the clothes separating us, desperate to feel skin.
I run my hands over the broad expanse of his back, pulling him down.
His mouth leaves a scorching trail down my neck, until he catches the thin strap of my camisole with his teeth, tugging slowly. When my breast is finally bared to his gaze, the look in his eyes darkens.
“Perfetta...”[LIX]
His lips graze my skin, ghosting over every inch except where I crave him most. When he finally reaches my nipple, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud, my short nails dig into his biceps.
With his eyes locked on mine, watching me with a look that feels almost sinful, he takes me fully into his mouth. And sucks.
It draws a long, jagged cry from my lips. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling at the strands. Alexander responds by sucking even harder, sending a jolt through me that makes my toes curl, digging helplessly into the duvet.
When he finally releases me, my skin feels cold without the warmth of his mouth. I expect him to tend to the other breast, but Alexander rises, gripping the hem of my camisole and peeling it over my head in one move.
When he settles over me again, his lips seek mine, avid and starving. He kisses me with so much passion that I feel like I might shatter into a thousand pieces.
I’m consumed by him as I surrender to the burning desire that makes me feel alive with all these new sensations he awakened inside me.
He lowers his mouth and bites down gently on my chin. His hand closes over my bare breast, caressing and squeezing it, making my head spin with desperation.
My body is in flames, a coil of heat tightening deep in my belly. I’m throbbing, soaking through the fabric of my shorts as he grinds his cock right over my clit, the contact searing through me.
His mouth descends, capturing one nipple and sucking hard, while he tortures the other between his thumb and forefinger.
Broken sounds tear from my throat, but Alexander has no mercy. He drives me to the brink of madness as his hand slips inside the waistband of my shorts, his palm rough sliding over my stomach.
“Alexander...” I murmur, in agony and ecstasy. I don’t know what to say, unable to find the words for what I crave.
“What do you want?”
He releases my wet, aching nipple and lifts his burning gaze to mine. Without wavering, he tugs the waistband of my shorts down a little, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin of my lower belly.
My eyes go wide as his hand slides down, cupping me fully between my legs.
“This?”
“Ah...”
I lose my mind as he caresses me, parting my swollen, slick pussy. Then, he slides a finger right to my entrance—and pushes deep.
I gasp, throwing my head back. Alexander groans, the vibration of it buzzing into my skin as he lowers his head to my breast, seeming to be everywhere at once. He adds a second finger, stretching me, moving in a delicious rhythmic thrust while his mouth sucks at my nipple.
“Yes...” The word is a sob and a surrender.
I clutch at his shoulders, whimpering.
His curved fingers hook inside me, finding a new angle. He bites down on my nipple, spiking the heat in my blood and making me crave more.
It’s almost terrifying to want him this much. It feels like a pressing need, long overdue, that I’d kept quiet inside me. Now it is growing, demanding its due, taking me over entirely.
Trembling, I grab onto him, my fingers tangling in his thick hair. With him, everything is more intense, more vivid, like a complete overflowing of my senses.
I clamp down around his fingers, teetering on the verge of coming, and that’s when Alexander stops, his fingers still buried deep inside me. He releases my nipple and lifts himself up. His eyes are hot and fixed on mine, his voice coming out thicker than usual.
“I’ve dreamed for countless days of having you here, just like this, in my bed. There were days it felt like such a distant reality.”
He lowers his head to suckle my nipple again, scraping his teeth over the sensitive bud before letting it go.
“But nothing... absolutely nothing compares to you coming apart in my hands.”
He curls his fingers inside me again, a wicked motion that makes my thighs snap tight around his hand.
“Nothing compares to feeling you like this. Hot, and soaked. Just for me.”
Alexander grazes his nose along the line of my cheekbone, his voice a rough whisper in my ear. “Every moan, every plea that leaves your lips... it has me somewhere between coming in my pants like a teenager and wanting to bury myself in you right now.”
He swirls his tongue over my earlobe, causing a fresh shiver, before pulling back to lock his gaze with mine.
“But I’m greedy. I’ve waited so long for this. And I want to take my time with you.”
Alexander slowly withdraws his fingers. And I can see the slick evidence of my desire when he brings them to his nose, inhaling deeply without taking his eyes off mine.
“Divina.”[LX]
My breath hitches and my heart hammers in my chest as he brings his fingers to his mouth. He sucks them clean, closing his eyes in sheer delight.
“Deliziosa.”[LXI]
He leaves me stunned, looking down at him as he begins to trail kisses from my breast down to my waist, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my shorts to strip them away.
As Alexander settles between my legs, I prop myself up on my elbows, needing to watch him. He uses both thumbs to spread me open, his mouth lowering straight to my core.
He licks me right from the entrance, a long, sweeping stroke. The shock of his wet tongue, followed by his beard dragging over my sensitive skin, is a sensation entirely new to me. It tears a moan from my throat and sends me collapsing back onto the mattress.
Before I can recover, his mouth clamps fully over my clit. He sucks with teasing softness, and then harder. He takes one last, hard pull, then looks up at me with dark satisfaction. “I always knew tasting you would be my undoing. Perfection.”
He doesn’t wait. Soon his mouth is on me again, sucking, his tongue circling relentlessly.
“Ah... Alexander, please.”
He pulls back just enough to press a lingering kiss to the trembling skin of my inner thigh.
“Hush, tesoro,” he murmurs, his breath hot over my skin. “Just breathe. Let me give you everything. Let me worship you the way you deserve.”
His voice is so rough and deep I barely recognize it.
When he takes my clit in his mouth again, I grab his hair, a strangled cry tearing from my lips. Through half-lidded eyes, dazed by the pleasure he’s wringing from me, I see his gaze locked on mine.
He responds to every subtle shift. When I arch my back, he increases the intensity. When my breath hitches, he circles my clit in languid, tormenting strokes.
Intense heat spreads through my whole body, sending uncontrollable tremors deep into my bones.
Unable to hold back, I buck my hips and open wider, offering myself to him completely. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as I grind myself into his mouth and the rough rasp of his beard, letting out needy cries.
His tongue dives deep, licking in rhythmic strokes—in and out, mimicking the thrust I need. He drinks from me, sliding inside, driving me to the edge until incoherent words tumble from my lips.
My legs clamp tight around his head, trapping him there, a scream tearing from my throat as the orgasm hits. I shudder violently from head to toe, whimpering, chanting his name like a prayer.
“Alexander... Alexander.”
His hands hold me there—open, helpless in the best possible way, but he laps gently at me now, soothing the ache he created.
He lifts his head to look at me, his chin resting on my inner thigh. “Your taste is addictive...” he murmurs roughly.
Only then does he rise, his hair wild, licking his lips to savor the last drop of my taste. His eyes stay fixed between my legs for a heartbeat longer before traveling slowly up my body, lingering on the rapid rise and fall of my chest.
“Cazzo... you are exquisite.”
His hands slide from my hips upwards, tracing the curve of my waist. In this moment, ravaged and exposed under his gaze, I feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.
Alexander moves over me, the rough fabric of his sweatpants brushing my sensitive skin. His eyes lift to meet mine while his hands close over my breasts, his thumbs running over the tips.
I pant, still drunk on desire, bewildered by the way my body reacts to him. As if it already knew his touch, recognized his claim.
I wait, captive, ready for whatever he will do next. My heart is beating so loud it deafens me to the rest of the world.
My body trembles under the slow caress of his hands. My pussy is still throbbing from the orgasm, and I can’t take my eyes off his. I don’t want to.
His face hovers over mine, his mouth just a breath away, open and expectant. It’s a taunt, a silent dare for me to close the distance.
“I feel like I have always known your body, your taste, your scent...” he whispers, dismantling me.
I capture his lips with mine, kissing him deeply, tasting myself on his tongue.
“I want more,” I whisper against his mouth. “I need more.”
A rasping sound vibrates in his throat. He kisses me one last time, then rises, towering at the foot of the bed. He shoves his sweatpants and underwear down in a rush, giving me no time to prepare for the full sight of him.