Chapter 36
thirty-six
Alice lets me pick her up so I can tear the damp comforter down.
She still shifts around and hangs her head, but I tighten the arm under her torso, cinching her closer. It really isn’t hard. I deadlifted close to four hundred pounds this morning. Compared to that, holding Alice feels like carrying a pile of pillows.
One day soon, I plan to take her against a wall and hold her weight the entire time, just to prove a point. If I break a sweat, it will be from doing my best to stave off a climax, not because of her size.
I’m not sure how well I’ll fare once I actually get inside her. If she feels anywhere near as good as she tastes, it will be the end of me.
God. She has the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen.
The same pretty pink as her mouth, with equally full lips.
She smells so sweet and has an earthy, musky taste.
The combination of the two is the perfect cocktail.
Delicious and intoxicating. I wasn’t kidding when I told her I want to lick her every night.
Just the thought makes me so hard it hurts. My cock thumps while I lay Alice back on my bed, arranging her on the edge of the mattress.
My lungs burn at the way she looks up at me. Gratitude and awe shimmer in the violet blue, so open and earnest that I can’t breathe. Can’t speak or think past the crushing thought that I’m not worthy.
I remember her lists. The hopes she hid away. Making love is one of them. Because she never thought that anyone would want her and care for her at the same time.
I need to fix that. But I also need somewhere to put all the intensity thundering through my blood. And I want to know what her preferences are before she has a chance to learn mine.
I hold her face with one hand, rubbing my thumb over her lower lip. Too many feelings teem in my body, turning my voice into a rough whisper. “What’s your favorite?”
Alice beams up at me through her lashes. The lust she reads in my eyes reflects in hers. Desire darkens the irises, her pupils blurring into the dark rings of indigo along their edges.
“You don’t want to—”
I shake my head, shucking my shirt and pants. “No. I want your favorite. Show me.”
Her breath quivers as she moves, gliding to the middle of the mattress… and rolling onto her hands and knees.
Holy fuck.
My sweet girl likes to get fucked from behind? A dizzy surge of lust roars through my veins. All my muscles tense like strings on an instrument, tuned too tight.
“Is this okay?”
Is it okay? I’ve never seen anything hotter. Still draped in her open robe, Alice balances on all fours and looks over her shoulder at me, raising her brows in question.
I lunge.
“No, it’s not fucking okay,” I growl. “It’s perfect. Every time I think I can’t want you more, you do something that wrecks me. Dirty, perfect girl. Come here.”
I fit my body around hers, grasping her fine-boned wrists and balancing her forearms on mine.
I leverage the strength in my core to pull us both upright, nudging her toward the headboard and guiding her hands to grip the top of it.
Nipping her neck, I slide the robe down until it pools at her waist.
“Take it off,” I implore her, rubbing my lips over her spine. “I want to see you.”
Her nervous swallow tempers my impatience. I settle, breathing hard against the curve of her back while I wait for her to work up her nerve. Finally, she takes the robe off and lovingly sets it on the pillow beside her.
My throat dries, and my mouth waters. Good God.
Her skin. It glows. Alabaster and frosted rose. Creamy curves and wide, plush hips in perfect proportion to her round ass. I smooth my palms over her sides, following every luscious swell and dip to her backside.
When I reach between her thick thighs, I find her slick and scorching hot. My cock swells to a painful point, pulsing while it grazes the side of her ass.
She whimpers as I touch her. “Marco, please.”
I reach over to my nightstand and pull a condom out, bending to murmur into her shoulder while I slide it on. “Do you know how gorgeous you look like this? Stretched out so perfectly? On your knees just for me?”
She shivers. I move closer, pressing my chest into her back, nuzzling her blonde halo of curls. Sweet lavender warms my nose. The scent tugs at my lungs, grounding me in the moment.
Alice.
She’s here. She’s mine. And I want to give her everything.
I position her just so, spreading her legs wider and angling her hips back. “You like it deep?” I guess, gliding the head of my pulsing erection against her soaked center. “Fast or slow?”
Her voice is barely a whisper. “Yes. Deep. Slow.”
“Whatever my sweet girl wants,” I promise.
Resting my forehead on her shoulder, I grunt as I work my hips in a circle, pushing past the narrow ring of her entrance. She’s so impossibly tight. Her pussy clings to me, squeezing hard on all sides.
I want to feel her snug heat tugging at my entire length, but I have to take my time. Learn my sweet girl.
Halfway in, I feel the rough patch that drives her wild. It grazes the underside of my cockhead, and Alice goes rigid, a loud moan tearing from her lips.
“There’s our spot,” I murmur, bearing down slightly as I rub my shaft over it. Her body gives a glorious clench on every plunge. “Feels so fucking perfect.”
Alice mewls at the praise, grinding her ass back for more. I shove in deeper, almost to the hilt. “You take it so well,” I tell her. “And you look so gorgeous with me inside of you.”
She feels like heaven. Soft and wet and squeezing me harder than a fist. A serrated groan rips out of me when I finally hit the end of her, barely screwing my entire length in before I run out of room.
“Fuck, Alice,” I pant, working my hips in small circles and slow, deep drives. “You were made for this cock.”
Her loud moan, desperate and unrestrained, sends lightning up my spine. My hips snap harder, pushing and pulling faster. Alice thrusts her own back, meeting me, making sounds I wish I could record and replay forever.
Every gasp and cry reverberates through my body.
The muscles in my base tauten as my balls draw up, aching for release.
I cinch an arm around her waist and pull her closer, burying my face into her neck while I alter the angle of my thrusts, carefully rubbing the ridge of my head over her secret spot.
The hand sprawled over her belly slips down to press against her folds. Two fingertips work over her clit.
“Marco!”
She screams just before she comes, grinding herself back and forth between my hand and my cock. All her inner muscles flutter and seize, squeezing me so hard my vision goes white.
“Alice. God, yes.”
My release feels life-altering. World-ending. Like I’ll open my eyes and find myself surrounded by rubble.
Aftershocks rock both of our bodies. I clutch her closer, banding both arms around her torso and leaning back on my knees. When she sniffles, I cup her warm cheek and turn her face toward mine, catching her lips for a kiss.
A tear melts into my fingers. Alarm flares in my chest. I nestle my nose against her, nudging. Did I hurt you? I ask without words.
No. She shakes her head so slightly, I have to feel it instead of seeing it. Her watery eyes meet mine.
There’s an apology there. And dazed confusion over why she can’t keep her tears at bay. She gives her head another small shake, exasperated with herself as more emotion wells in the luminous blue.
She doesn’t speak, but I understand the look all too well. It contains everything I can’t put into words, either. I smooth her hair away from her flushed face, nuzzling our noses and lowering us onto the bed.
Me, too.