Chapter 8 ~ Isabella & Alexander
Isabella
Stepping in ahead of Alexander, I look around and the room is amazing. Huge wall-to-wall windows overlooking the skyline, a kitchen to the left, a sunken living room in the center, and a few doors down the hallway I would assume are the bedrooms. I can feel my cheeks heat at that thought.
It will be ‘our’ bedroom tonight.
They set a vase of white roses and a bottle of champagne on the enormous coffee table.
Slowly I make my way over to it and put the plate of goodies down and pluck a rose from the vase, putting it to my nose and inhaling its fragrance.
Walking toward the floor-to-ceiling windows, Alexander’s reflection beams back at me along with the twinkling city skyline.
Alexander is still standing by the door, arms folded across his wide chest, watching me with a smirk on his face.
He is so sexy standing there, shirt wrinkled, hair a mess of tangles around his head. I can’t help but giggle behind the rose because I did that to him. It was my hands in his hair and my mouth that made his lips swollen. It was also my body that made his cock hard beneath me.
“What’s so funny, bunny?”
He uncrosses his arms now, walking towards me, tossing his suit jacket on one of the bar stools at the breakfast bar. I watch him prowl toward me, his eyes roaming over my dress, a grin pulling one corner of his mouth up.
He stops just in front of me and takes the rose out of my hand, tossing it to the coffee table. Sliding his one hand on the back of my neck, he grips my hair in a fist and pulls my head back. His other hand cups my throat, his thumb pushing my chin up, forcing me to look him in the eyes.
My body hums to life once again and I can’t help the shiver that runs down my spine, and moisture pools between my legs as he studies my reaction to his touch. I lick my dry lips and he watches me, pushing harder on my throat as I swallow around his palm.
Alexander stares into my eyes for a moment.
I watch as they darken; the iris getting wider and he growls deep in his chest, pulling me to his lips.
Then he kisses me hard, slanting my head using my hair.
He pulls harder on my scalp and I whimper around his invading tongue.
He pushes his tongue deeper into my mouth, drowning out my cry, and I push mine back into his mouth to taste him fully wrapping my arms around his neck.
My fingers dig into his dark curly hair, pulling him closer, and I moan into his mouth.
He tastes like aged whiskey, vanilla, and something sweet.
Alexander grunts and starts walking me backwards, kissing and nipping while threading his hand through my hair.
My body has a mind of its own, and it follows.
Our mouths twisted together, my hands gripping his shirt by his back.
He’s got muscles everywhere. I groan and nip his bottom lip, and Alexander chuckles into my mouth as my back hits the bedroom door.
I pull my mouth from his neck and he stops laughing long enough to open it and we are in the bedroom.
He turns me, my back to his chest and gathers my hair to the one side, over my shoulder, kissing the spot behind my ear as he undoes the buttons on my dress.
I can hear him hiss and look over my shoulder.
Alexander’s face is scrunched up, his fingers working the tiny button, and I giggle when he bites his tongue in concentration, still tugging and pulling me in a jerking motion, doing his best to get the offending material off me.
“Christ, there’s a million of these.” He curses, “I should just rip the damn thing off you.”
I jump away and look over my shoulder at him. “Come here, I won’t.”
He kisses the hairline at the base of my neck, sending a tingle down my spine. I can feel the goosebumps rising on my arms and spreading over my body. With each button, he frees the pressure on my ribs, loosens, and I hold the front of my dress to my chest, covering my breasts.
Once he reaches my waist, he slips it off my shoulders, then he stops and hisses the air between his teeth. He strokes my shoulder, running the tip of his finger around my shoulder blade, and then his warm mouth kisses all over.
“If you ever hurt yourself like this again, I’ll make your ass warmer than I did that night.”
He slides the sleeves of the dress down to my elbows and turns me to face him.
I clutch my dress and Alexander cups my face in his warm hands and tilts my head up to look him in the eyes.
“I have never been so anxious in my life when I couldn’t find you.
Talk to me next time, never run from me again, Isabella. ”
I swallow a lump in my throat and fight the sting in my eyes because I will leave him again and this time, he won’t find me.
He kisses me softly on the lips and takes the dress from my hands and lets it fall to pool on the floor.
He kisses my forehead and steps back to look at me.
I stand in front of him in a short white silk slip that only covers the white lace panties that cover my butt; I have a white garter on and stockings.
“Beautiful.” He murmurs as he moves closer and gathers me in his arms, kissing me again.
I would like to believe him. I really would, but I don’t.
He can call me beautiful or whatever other endearments he can think of.
I’m not doing this to be admired or loved by this man.
I’m doing this for me, for the night he promised me and nothing more.
I move into the shelter of his chest and wrap my arms around his neck and hold the back of his head as I kiss him back. He steps back with me, my knees hit the bed, and he gently sinks with me to the plush comforter under me, holding me tight.
His hand moves to caress down my side, and he slowly lifts the hem of the silk up, running his hands up my thigh and over my tummy.
Tingles erupt over my body and goosebumps break out over my arms. He’s kissing my neck now as he mumbles into my ear, “I don’t know how to do this, Bella.
I don’t do vanilla sex. If I go too fast or hurt you, tell me.
I’m trying Bellissima, but you make it hard for me to go slow. ”
I grip his hair in my fist and pull him down to kiss him.
He shifts, so he is in between my thighs and I spread them wider to fit his hips.
I push up on his erection as he grinds his hips into my center.
I move my hand to push under his shirt and feel his skin, but he grabs my hand and pushes it up into his other hand, locking them over my head to look down at me.
I watch him as his eyes dart over my face, searching for words. I lift my hips and rock into him. Alexander strokes my cheek with his finger and I lean my face into his touch. Alex tips his head down to me, placing a gentle kiss on my chin.
I don’t know why he doesn’t want me to touch him or even remove his clothes and I won’t question it. I’ll take this moment. Tonight, I will take what he offers.
He lowers his weight on his forearm, kissing me back, and I moan in his mouth.
He takes one hand and gently shoves my slip up, exposing my belly and then uncovering my breasts.
I lift a little and he slips it over my head, using the silk to wind it around my wrist and for him, I don’t argue. I just leave them above my head.
With a smile of understanding, he bites my chin. “Good girl.”
I lift my head from the pillow and watch as his big hand stokes down my neck, down my sternum to cup my breast, rubbing the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and I drop my head back into the pillow with a whine.
Alexander lifts slightly and takes my nipple in his mouth, pressing his hard cock against my center, and I can feel tingles from my body rush to my clit as he presses his hard length against it.
My back arches up to meet his mouth as he moves to my other breast. His hand trails down my stomach to push under the elastic of my panties and he cups me and squeezes me, pushing down hard with his palm and I jerk up, latching on to his neck with my mouth.
“I want these off, Bella. I need to taste you.” He hooks his fingers at the top of my lace panties and pulls them down my hips as he sits back up on his heels.
He taps my side and I lift so he can remove them.
Alexander tosses them to the side, leaving the garter belt on.
He hovers over me on his hands and knees, kissing his way down my body, peppering my stomach, my hips, and my belly button to end with a nip to my hip bone.
He backs up, settles his wide shoulders between my open thighs, and looks at me. I should be embarrassed, but all I can do is watch him. He blows on me, his breath cooling the heat that has gathered there, making me whimper. I close my eyes and he uses his thumbs to open me up more.
“So pretty. Look at your pink virgin pussy.” With a growl, he moves his face closer and loses my brain when I feel his hot tongue sweep up and his lips wrap around my clit as he sucks on it hard.
I jolt up, my hands still bound, but I grab for his hair and my back arches as I rock my hips against his mouth. He laughs, and I can feel the vibrations against me. He suckles me again, and like last time, he puts his large finger inside me, rubbing that spot that made me see stars.
I moan and buck against his mouth. He keeps bringing me closer and closer to that feeling he gave me last time. He puts another finger inside and he sucks hard on my clit. Then he pulls back, popping it from his mouth and I whimper at the loss, the high slowing in my body.
I want more. I want to see the stars again and let my body fly free.
Titling my hips down and breathing hard, I lift my shoulders up and look down at him. The sight of this gorgeous man between my thick thighs, his lip wet with my arousal, and a devilish smile on his face.