Chapter 18 #2
I gazed at him in awe. An odd, proprietary feeling came over me.
This man was made for me, a living embodiment of my every fantasy.
He felt like mine. I traced my fingers over his skin, wanting to explore this man that was bespoke to me.
He watched, wary yet curious once more as I travelled the planes of his forearms, feeling the muscle under his skin as I explored further.
His shoulders were strong, powerful. My fingertips skated down over his pectorals, dancing over the ridges of his abdominal muscles and dipping into the V of his hips.
Following my baser instincts, I knelt and licked the indent of his hip bone, kissing across to the other side and licking there too.
I looked up at him, catching his hooded gaze, and with a nerve I didn’t know I had, I leaned my cheek lovingly against the bulge of his erection still encased in his trousers.
I held his gaze as I nuzzled him gently, wanting so badly to unzip him and take him in my mouth. What is happening to me?
His hand fisted my hair as his jaw clenched with desire.
I expected him to undo his trousers and take advantage of my mouth, but instead he lifted me, pulling me to my feet.
He devoured me once more, kissing me until my lips felt swollen.
He pulled away and my mouth followed his, desperate for more. He gave a low chuckle.
“How can a woman be so powerful yet so needy?” Powerful? I wasn’t powerful. I was helpless in his arms. He turned me. I held my breath as he lowered the zip of my dress, revealing skin from the nape of my neck to the small of my back.
This was it. Nerves hit me like a freight train, and just like before, he was there to ease them away.
He planted small kisses down my spine as he parted the material, small kisses that singed my skin, distracting me from fear.
He pushed the dress down my arms, and in one smooth movement I was naked, save for my night blue underwear set and heels.
He could see me. Alfie Tell could see me.
He stalked around me until he faced me again.
I watched him, waiting, my heart about to beat out of my chest. Tension hung between us as taut as a bow string as he looked over my body.
I fought the urge to cover myself, to hide my insecurities from his silent appraisal, and forced myself to stay still and let him look at me.
I met his gaze as he stepped to me and gasped when he reached between my thighs and cupped me, his touch harsh.
He eyed me, a look of ownership. This is mine, it said.
To emphasise his unspoken words he squeezed me, the pressure on my aching core making my thighs tremble. I bit my lip to hold back a groan. He gave me that knowing smile and I lunged for him, his steel greys widening slightly in surprise as I claimed his mouth as mine.
I pulled away, eyeing his mouth and then him. This is mine , my look told him.
With a growl, he slammed me back against the wall, lifting me until my legs clamped around his waist, pulling him to me so tightly he had no need to hold me up.
We ravished each other.
His hands found the clasp of my bra and he divested me of it in a heartbeat.
My full breasts were bare and he cupped them.
I watched, my breath catching in my throat as he admired them.
His thumbs trailed lightly over my nipples and he watched me, observed me, as he tested me for weak spots.
His grip tightened and he gave the stiff peaks a harsher tug. I whimpered.
“Do you like that, O’Connell?” He tugged them again and I squirmed against him, trapped between his body and the wall at my back.
One hand reached down to grip my backside, lifting me enough for him to take my nipple in his mouth.
He sucked, his teeth grazing over the sensitive bud.
Then, with expert precision, he bit it at the base, trapping it in his mouth before flicking his tongue over the tip.
The fingers of his other hand still tugged my nipple, an insistent rhythm that sent spasms through my core.
Never in my life had I felt this. Not ever.
His mouth found mine again and he turned us, stalking across the room and depositing me on the glass dining table.
I winced as the cool surface touched my burning skin but I was soon distracted as he bent over me, his body flush with mine.
He rolled his erection against me as he continued his assault on my mouth.
I needed him inside me. I had spent so much time denying it but now I was here, I wanted it more than anything else. I was done with fear. For tonight at least. Tomorrow was tomorrow’s problem.
I reached for the fastening on his trousers but he pushed my hand away.
“Not yet.”
“What? Why?” I was almost ashamed at how desperate I sounded. He rose up onto his hands, taking the warmth of his torso away from me, leaving me to shiver on the glass table.
“When was the last time you had sex?” The question surprised me. What did that have to do with anything? “It’s been a while?”
“Two years maybe.” It had been a while, but I hadn’t missed it.
“Only with one man?” I nodded, wondering what his point was. “You’re not experienced and I don’t want to hurt you.”
I opened my mouth to argue that I could take anything he gave me, but his fingers reached for the waistband of my underwear and peeled them down my legs.
He tossed them away. My legs closed instinctively and his mouth twitched.
I’d just proved his point, demonstrating how unused to this I was.
I’d had sex, sure, but it was always quick, fumbling in the dark, selfish on the male part. I’d never had sex like this before.
Alfie placed firm hands on my knees and spread me as wide as I could go.
My breath hitched as he stood, staring down at me unashamedly.
My heart beat wildly, my palms clammy against the cool glass.
I’d never felt so exposed. He could see every single part of me.
He could see the wetness glistening on my folds.
His eyes caught mine, blazing with want, like a starving man presented with a feast.
Eventually, he took pity on me and leaned down, taking my mouth once more. I reached for his trousers again, but again he stopped me, taking my wrists and pinning them above my head.
“No. You aren’t ready.” He pulled back, his tone sterner this time.
“You’re wet but you aren’t ready. I have to open you up first.” He stroked my hair, soothing me, but it didn’t help.
I ached in a way that was making me irrational.
“I’m not a sadist, O’Connell. I won’t feel any macho bullshit from having you hurt on my cock.
I want you ready for me. I want you to enjoy this. ”
“But I want you now.” I struggled against his grip.
“Stop. Don’t ever tell me how to fuck you.
Don’t ever tell me what to do with this body.
” We froze in a bubble as we gauged one another.
Could I really agree to that? So far he’d shown only the utmost care for my body.
I was the one being reckless. I couldn’t trust him with my heart or my sanity, but with my body, that was safe with him.
I nodded my agreement. A wicked excitement crept into his eyes as I gave my body up to him.