Chapter 19
Nineteen
I leaned up for his mouth and he gave it to me, seducing me with long, languid kisses.
He freed my wrists, his mouth left mine to nip at my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
He planted a trail of kisses over my rib cage, then my stomach, leading down.
My breath came in short, sharp pants, anticipation building as I realised what he was about to do.
I felt his hot breath over my mound and my nerves got the better of me.
I jerked, clamping my hands over my core, shutting him out.
Alfie rose, a displeased look on his face.
“I’m sorry. I just…I haven’t done that before.” Adam had never done that to me, and if the way he had sex was any judgement of his skill, then I was glad.
“I’m honoured to be the first.” He took my wrists and I allowed him to move my hands away. “But if you ever block yourself from me again, you’d better have a better reason than that.” He gave my wrist a playful nip, taking the sting out of his words.
I took a breath as he lowered his head. What would it feel like? He planted a trail of kisses up my inner thigh, making his way closer. Then I felt it. His tongue lashed a gentle lick across me. I arched off the table. The bundle of nerves was so engorged I thought I might explode.
His lips formed a seal over me, pushing back the hood and revealing the sensitive bud underneath.
He flicked at it with his tongue and I cried out, my hips jerking so much he had to wrap an arm over me to keep me still.
I looked down at his head buried between my thighs, and his eyes met mine for just a second, a dark heat pooling behind them, before he returned to his task.
He began to suck me in a gentle rhythm. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t fucking breathe.
I tensed as he eased just one finger inside, but he massaged me gently, opening me like he’d said. As I began to relax, he inserted a second. I moaned, revelling as he found a rhythm. I hadn’t known it could be like this. I relaxed onto the table, letting him pleasure me.
His fingers moved inside me, seeking, searching, until they found a spot that even I hadn’t been able to find.
When he discovered that sensitive place inside me, he teased it mercilessly.
I climbed higher and higher. A sheen of sweat broke over me, my hands fisting into his hair as I held him to me, dominating yet dominated.
My desperate cries echoed across the room as I climbed and then, finally, peaked.
My orgasm was earth shattering and I bit down, moaning my release as I ground down on his mouth.
It was raw. I’d never felt so utterly free with my body, never let go so completely. I jerked as my bud protested its sensitivity but Alfie suckled harder, pulling on it with all the suction he was able. Only when he had me crying out in protest did he release me.
When it was over he continued to lick at me gently, tasting me.
His fingers moved in and out of me lazily as he kissed his way back up my body.
He licked the sweat from between my breasts, found my gaze, and held it as he eased a third finger inside me.
I moaned as he gently stretched out my flesh, preparing me.
I clenched down, grinding my hips against his hand.
“Fuck, Lola. You’ve got such a needy pussy.”
It was more than I’d ever had and the tight pinch was almost painful. He pressed his forehead to mine, stroking my hair from my damp forehead.
“Please,” I whispered. I needed him inside me. I needed that connection.
“Soon. I want one more orgasm out of you.” Another one? I didn’t think I could. “Don’t be self-conscious, just let it go.”
“What do you mean?” Hadn’t I come hard enough the last time? How could I let it go even more? He answered me by showing me exactly what he meant.
With his body still flush to mine, holding me close in his embrace, he began to pump his fingers in an entirely new way.
He held my gaze as he manipulated me with his hand, gauging my reaction like I was a science experiment.
The sensation was new, a different kind of pressure that I wasn’t sure that I…
oh . I stared up at him in shocked wonder.
“There it is,” he whispered. The pressure was intense and right at my core.
I had the strangest sensation, an overwhelming feeling of explosion.
He pinned my right leg down with his body but my other was free and I closed it, trapping his hand from moving any more.
I couldn’t help it, the pressure was just too much.
“Open,” he commanded, but I shook my head.
I didn’t know what he was doing to me but it was freaking me out.
“Lola, look at me. Wrap your arms under your knees and hold your legs open. Don’t let go, do you understand?
” I looked up at him, feeling safe despite the overwhelming newness.
I did as he asked, hooking my arms behind my knees.
His fingers resumed their fucking of me, and with my body immobilised I had nothing to do but moan and whimper in desperation. What was happening to my body? This felt like an entirely new brand of orgasm.
“That’s it, Lola. Give it up,” he growled as he pumped harder.
“Alfie!” I cried and suddenly I exploded against his hand.
Fluid rushed out of me in a spray as I cried out, watching my body do something it had never done before.
He continued his fucking until the spray stopped and then rubbed my hypersensitive clitoris until it began again and I was wriggling desperately for it to stop. Only then did he ease off.
My body jerked and shivered against him in shock. My mind couldn’t process what had just happened. He’d manipulated my body into doing something I didn’t even know it could do. I knew that some women could do that, but I never had. He knew my body better than I did.
He wrapped his arms around me, holding me as I came down from the mind bending orgasm.
“Well done, sweetheart. I wasn’t sure you’d do that for me.”
“You could have warned me,” I panted. He gave a low chuckle and kissed me again. His strong hand came up to gently massage my breast.
“Now?” I whispered. My orgasms had worn me out but I knew it wasn’t over. He gave me a small smile.
“Now.” He lifted me up into his strong arms and I wrapped my own around his neck, accompanied by the sound of my heels falling to the floor as I kicked them off my feet.
I planted soft kisses along his skin and didn’t miss the hitch in his breath.
He crossed the wide expanse of the room to the stairs.
He mounted them quickly, carrying me as if I weighed nothing at all.
I paid no attention to his direction but heard him kick a door open, and then I was deposited on the softest bed I’d ever been in, the sheets a dreamy white.
The room was vast and beautiful, the right wall lined with floor-to-ceiling windows with thick cream drapes. Before them lay a cream chaise-lounge.
Alfie left the lights out but moonlight streamed in, reflecting off his skin as he loomed over me. I stretched my body out along the width of the bed, easing my aching muscles. Alfie bent over me, kissed each of my breasts, and then left my body.
He took a seat on the chaise-lounge, his gaze lingering on my prone form.
I watched with curiosity as he undid his shoes and placed them neatly together.
His socks went next and he folded them, placing them next to his shoes.
I wanted to crack open his brain and find out what made him tick that way but that would have to wait.
He stood and stalked towards me, unbuckling his belt.
The act of him undressing was intensely erotic, watching him reveal himself a piece at a time.
His trousers dropped and he left them behind, coming to stand at the edge of the bed between my feet.
I rose up onto my elbows to better see. His thighs were strong and toned as I’d known they would be.
“Open,” he commanded softly and I complied, finding it easier and less daunting than before.
I opened my legs for him and he drank in the sight of me, splayed and naked on his bed.
He pushed his boxers down and my eyes widened when I finally saw in the flesh what I’d only seen as a bulge in his trousers before.
Now I understood perfectly why he’d taken the time to open me up and I was grateful as hell for it.
“I’ll fit,” he said, reading my thoughts.
He took my ankle delicately and brought it up to his mouth to be kissed.
“I’ll go slow,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.
“If it hurts too much, I’ll stop, but I will fit, O’Connell.
Your body’s ready for me.” I got wetter at his words and writhed on the bed, my body more than ready.
He moved to the bedside cabinet and opened a drawer, producing a condom.
“Don’t, please.” I put my hand on his arm.
Even though it was reckless, I didn’t want anything between us.
I’d already given up my body to him for tonight and I knew I could trust him with it.
“I’m on the pill and I’m clean. If you tell me you’re clean too then I trust you. ” He paused, eyeing me carefully.
“I am.” His grey gaze glinted in the moonlight.
I rose up onto my knees to look at him closer.
Something was wrong. There was a concern behind his eyes he wasn’t letting me see.
He stiffened but didn’t fight me as I leaned in and kissed him gently like before.
I felt a power surge through him as if a decision had been made and he was putting it into action.
I heard the unwanted condom fall to the floor and, with a low growl, he rolled me back onto the bed.