Chapter 7 ~ Alexander #3
She sits back on her heels and asks, “What time is it?” Her voice cracks, so I hand her the bottle of water on the table. She’s fully awake now, and the spell has broken.
I look at my watch. “It’s nine forty-five.” Those jade-green eyes bore into me and I smile. “You have two more hours till you can hate me again.”
Her shoulders slump as she lets out a heavy sigh, and she bites her bottom lip as she turns her head to look out the window. I can see her shutting down, tuning me out. I want my two hours however she wants to spend them.
“Don’t Isabella, don’t shut me out. I get two more hours, even if you won’t talk to me, even if we just sit here in the dark watching the lights of the garden. Give me two hours.”
I sound like a fucken love-struck teenager, and I hate myself right now, but I need to try. I watch her, waiting for her to give me any sign that she is willing to meet me halfway. She nods slightly, and my stomach dips.
I cup her cheeks in my hands and say, “I need to kiss you. Just one more time while we have a truce between us.”
I move slowly as I pepper her lips with light kisses, my favorite spot between her nose and upper lip, the side of her mouth. I move back, looking her in the eyes for approval to go further.
She nods and I dive in. I don’t wait for her to change her mind. I growl and tilt her head, slanting my mouth to cover hers. Sweeping my tongue over the seam of her lips, desperately wanting them to open, holding her head cupped tight in my hands and I can’t get enough.
She grabs my wrist to steady herself, and she opens her mouth to me. I tighten my grip on her hair, dive in deep, and stroke her tongue with mine; she moans and strokes mine back, shyly sucking on it, and I nearly come, my cock is so hard. I pull back a bit and bite her lip lightly.
“I fucken love that lip of yours. I want to bite it every time I see you sucking on it.” I nip it one more time, and then descend on her lips, nipping, sucking, kissing every which way I can angle my head.
I can’t take it. I need more, want more! I need to feel her close, her warm body on mine. I wrap my hands around her waist, tugging her up.
“Come here.”
Pulling her to straddle my lap, my cock has never felt so good with her plump ass pressing down in it and I groan in her mouth as I push up with my hips at her core, trying to relieve the pressure.
I suck on her tongue, Isabella tangles hers with mine and I can taste her, sweet and tart like she was eating candy. I kiss her neck. “Sei così bello.” You’re so beautiful.
I slid my hand up her back, tugging her hair back, exposing her neck and sucking on the sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder, and the scent of lilies drives me mad. “Potrei mangiarti, Isabella!” I could eat you up. I’m so turned on I can’t even speak English if I tried.
She giggles and runs her hand through my hair, and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. She brings my face up to look at me, her eyes roaming me over, then she slowly leans down and kisses me back.
She kissed me; she made the choice to kiss me. My dick does a high-five right at her center as I grind up into her and shove my face into her cleavage, sucking and licking anything I can get my mouth on.
Those breasts have been tempting me since I saw her walk down the aisle. I have never in all these years let a woman caress or touch me, let alone take control and force me to look at her. That’s how far gone I feel right now, and it’s a new sensation.
I can feel her starting to lose her inhibitions and it’s fucken hot. She is pulling my head back, my hair in a tight grip, causing a sting on my scalp, and she’s kissing me with hunger like my own.
She’s sucking and nipping at my lips, her one hand wrapped around the side of my neck, with her thumb just under my ear, holding me tight.
She attacks my lips again, and her thumbnail digs into my neck, causing a sharp bite, and my dick jumps.
I grab her ass and press her down hard, thrusting myself up into her.
She lifts her mouth away from my lips, panting as she rolls her head back and moans, grinding her center on my shaft.
I take her hips in my hand and guide her back and forth, as I suck on her collarbone, biting and then licking the sting away.
I want my little bunny crazy for me, to get off on my cock, but not here.
She whips her head back up, and her hair shrouds us in its lily scent. I’ve never seen her look so ferial and so hot at the same time. She does this little growl like a mad kitten and starts to kiss and suck on my neck. I move my head to the side and let her have her fill.
Yet, we need to stop soon before I blow in my pants. Her dress is bunched up between us and I want to feel her, all of her if she will let me.
“Isabella?” I mumble, lost in her touch. She kisses my neck, running her tongue up to suck the lobe of my ear in her warm mouth.
“Hum... ” She breathes in my ear.
Fuck! Oh, fuck, that feels good. I clutch her ass in my hands and squeeze. “We have to stop, bunny. We can’t fuck in a sitting room where anyone can see us. I want to take you to our hotel room. You are mine, only mine and I don't want anyone to see what belongs to me.”
She sobers up and sits up straight, looking down at me. I move her tangled hair away from her flushed face and put it behind her ear. She is innocent and, as turned on as I am, I can handle it. I came in here hoping to just have a conversation, just try to be friends.
“We don’t have to finish this bunny, but I’d sure as fuck want to.
” I hold her cheek and run the pad of my thumb over her swollen bottom lip.
She angles her hips and slides her core along my length.
Then she does the hottest thing I think I’ve ever seen a woman do.
And I’ve seen women do a lot of shit, but with Isabella, this rocks my world.
She sucks my thumb into her mouth, swirling the tip with her tongue, a sign of submission and that she is mine.
“Jesus Christ.” I breathe out.
My other hand goes to her throat and I tip her chin up with my thumb and suck on her neck hard, drawing the blood to the surface. Mine, and I’m leaving my mark for all to see. My thumb pops out of her mouth.
“Okay.” she sighs, holding my head in her hands.
I lift my head up from her chest and look at her in all seriousness. She looks down and smiles at me. Then she gets up, dropping her dress and fixing her bodice. She snags her veil off the coffee table, picks a treat off the plate and pops it into her mouth.
I sit transfixed as she smiles down at me while she chews. I don’t know this woman standing in front of me, but fuck if I’m going to mess this up. I adjust my crotch, moving my dick to the side. I stand up, kiss her, and then lick the sugar off her lip.
“Sweet. Bring those with us.”
She blushes and I grab my tie and suit jacket, digging in the pocket for the card key. I take her freehand and lead her to the door; I open it and look up and down the hall, making sure we aren’t seen. The music is still thumping and I pull Isabella with me down the hall to the elevators.
I press the up button and keep pressing it; it can’t get here fast enough. Isabella puts her hand over mine and I smile down at her and puff out a breath, I actually feel nervous. Vanilla sex is something I've never enjoyed. I fuck, and either I leave or they do.
No one is leaving tonight, no one walks away after this.
I look up at the numbers, counting down to reach us, and Isabella rubs my back. I feel like an asshole. We should have stayed in that room and jacked each other off. Now I feel like I’m going to fuck this up.
The elevator dings, the doors open and I usher her inside and press the close button and our floor number. Our floor, fuck me! I have to think in terms of we, not me.
Us instead of I.
I can feel the sweat break out on my forehead, and I wipe at it. Isabella stands there with a plate of half-eaten sweets, calm and looking at the doors, watching the numbers rise. I shift on my feet and wipe my forehead again.
She notices, “Are you okay?”
I stare at her. I never really noticed how sweet her voice is. Her voice isn’t shrill or nasally like some women’s are. Hers is clear and soft, with an undertone of an Italian tilt. I run my thumb over her bottom lip.
“I’m fine.” I grin back at her and she smiles up at me and kisses my thumb. Christ, I better not fuck this up.
The elevator dings arriving at our floor and the doors whoosh open; I put my hand on the small of her back and lead her down the hall to our room. I press the card to the door and pop the handle open.
“Ladies first.”