Chapter 35
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
EMMA
A lex opened the door, looking truly startled to see me standing there.
“Emma? What’s wrong?” he asked, full of concern.
“I’m not sleeping alone tonight. No way.” I shook my head and stalked past him into his room.
He stayed where he was, holding the door as he turned to look at me with a mixture of surprise and unease. “Has something happened?”
I stopped and stood at the foot of his huge king-size bed, not sure where to start.
“Someone has been in my room.”
He frowned, closed the door and came to stand closer to me. “The staff would’ve been in there to clean. But no one else has access. You don’t need to worry.”
But I was worried. Worried, confused, and very pissed off.
“Cleaning is one thing. But the rose you left me, that was decimated. Why would they do that?”
The way his frown lingered showed he didn’t get where I was coming from or understand the magnitude of what I was implying.
“Maybe it fell on the floor and got caught up in the vacuum cleaner, I don’t know, but I’m sure there’s a logical explanation.” He took a step closer. “Emma, you’re blowing this all out of proportion.”
I stepped back.
“No. I’m not. Something happened in my room and I’m not exaggerating or making it up...”
“I didn’t say you made it up...” he interrupted.
“But you didn’t validate my feelings.”
He hung his head. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I’ll ask the staff tomorrow and let them know they need to report any future issues directly to me. I don’t want you to feel any sort of way...”
“But I do feel a sort of way,” I snapped, unable to hold my frustration in any longer. And with a disgruntled sigh, I asked, “What’s happening here?”
He looked taken aback.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, what’s happening here, between us.” I gestured between the two of us, moving on from destroyed roses to the state of my heart, and then everything I’d been keeping inside came tumbling out. “You’ve pursued me, stalked me even, tracking me down in the street, coaxing me into your car and doing everything you could to pull me into your life and now... I get forehead kisses and pecks on the cheek. Sweet gestures, which are beautiful, but Alex, what the fuck is going on? Why are you treating me like this? You’re handling me with kid gloves as if I’ll break at any moment. But I won’t. I’m not fucking fragile, and I can handle myself.”
“I know that,” he said, pleading as he looked at me in shock. “I’ve always told you how strong you are. I know you can handle yourself.” He spoke with quiet urgency, willing me to listen and believe him.
“Okay, maybe not fragile, but the way you’ve been with me has changed. What happened to the Alex who won’t take no for answer? The one who told me he’d never let me walk away again?” I shook my head, staring at the ground as I said, “You haven’t had any trouble walking away from me the last few nights, though.” I looked up now to see the anguish in his eyes. “You’ve walked away from me more than once.”
“Physically, maybe,” he uttered, his tone breaking slightly with emotion, “But mentally, you’ve never left here.” He tapped the side of his head. “And I don’t think you’re fragile, vulnerable, or any of the things you might think, but what I do see is something real here. And I didn’t want to fuck it up. Maybe I’ve been more in my head about it than I should’ve been. Perhaps I’ve let outside factors cloud my judgment, but it’s not because I don’t want you.”
“If you think there’s something real here, then be real. Be yourself. Not the watered-down version you think I can handle, but the one I met that night at the gallery. The one who stood in the rain in a side street and told me he was seconds away from throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me away like a caveman. I don’t want to play games, Alex.”
“I’m not playing games.”
I sighed.
“I don’t need to have my hand held to get me to wherever you think I need to be before you start showing me who you really are.”
“You want me to show you who I really am?” he asked, and I could see his eyes darken as he moved closer.
“I want honesty,” I stated, standing my ground. “And I want authenticity. And despite everything in my life being a shit show right now... I want you. I know you’re not being yourself and I don’t want that anymore.”
“But are you sure you’re ready...”
“Stop overthinking it, Alex,” I snapped.
“But I was only trying to go slower because I thought...”
“You think too much,” I said. “At least, you do when it comes to this. And I love how thoughtful you are and how considerate, taking the time to arrange special things for me, but I’m here to tell you, you can let go. You can be yourself.”
“Let me get this straight,” he said, moving closer still, his body mere inches from mine as I watched him breathing deeply in anticipation for what might happen next. “You’re giving me the green light to take this further?”
“Yes,” I answered as I took a slow breath.
“And you want me,” he stated, with the hint of a proud smirk that he tried to hide.
“Yes.”
He leaned forward, cupped my cheek with his hand, then brushed his thumb across my bottom lip as he sighed deeply. Then he moved his hand to my shoulder and stroked his fingers delicately over my skin, touching the strap of my dress as he whispered in my ear, “Then take this off. Now.”
The commanding way he spoke made me shiver, and I didn’t react right away.
“What are you waiting for?” he repeated, his voice calm and authoritative, “I said, take this off.”
I reached around to the zip at the back of the dress and pulled it down, letting the straps fall from my shoulders as I shimmied out of it. Slowly, it fell to the floor, leaving me standing in my underwear.
He took a deep breath, gazing appreciatively at my body, and then he reached forward and took one of my breasts in his hand, squeezing and massaging as he said, “You’re so fucking beautiful, Emma. Now get the rest of this off and lie in the middle of the bed. I want to see you. All of you.”
He let his hand drop to his side and took a step back.
“Come on. Don’t keep me waiting,” he urged, and the feral look, the hunger in his eyes spurred me on.
I unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor, exposing myself to him, and I swear he gave a low growl before telling me, “I always knew you’d be perfect. You’re fucking stunning.”
“Are you gonna...” I was going to ask if he would take his clothes off, too, but he tutted and shook his head.
“Did I say you could speak? No. Not yet. Clothes off. Get on the bed. Then you can make all the noises you want. But until then...”
I did as I was told, pulling my panties down my legs, as he watched every movement with fire burning in his eyes. Then I stood in front of him for a second, completely naked, before I climbed onto his bed and crawled seductively to the middle, turning around and lying down just like he’d asked.
“Good girl,” he said in a gruff voice. “Now open your legs and show me that pretty pussy.”
I opened my legs, and his breath caught in his throat.
“Wider,” he commanded, and I obliged. “Stunning. So fucking stunning. Now show me how you make yourself come.”
I kept my eyes on him as I traced my fingers down my body, cupping my breasts before skating over my stomach and reaching between my legs. I started to run the tips of my fingers through my pussy, and he gave a quiet moan.
“When was the last time you did this?” he asked.
“Last night,” I replied, truthfully.
“And did you think of me?”
“Yes.”
He blinked slowly, like the thought of me getting off to the image of him was intoxicating, and he started to unbutton his shirt as he said, “Tell me what you’re doing.”
“I’m stroking my pussy.”
“I want details, explicit details. I want to know what you’re feeling, what you like, what turns you on.”
I swallowed, already feeling tension building from the intensity of him watching me. And as I started to describe it for him, the intensity grew stronger.
“I like to push my fingers inside my pussy, make myself nice and wet, stretch myself a little and imagine it’s you.”
He hummed his approval, closing his eyes for a moment as he took his shirt off and threw it to the floor.
“And then,” I went on, doing with my fingers what I was describing out loud. “I circle my soaked fingers around my clit, stroking over and around, rocking my hips slowly while I rub where I feel most sensitive. Sometimes, it’s too much, so I move back inside my pussy, but every time I go back to my clit, it feels even better than the last time.”
“Keep going,” he groaned as he stared at where my fingers were stroking and working their magic.
He pulled on his belt to undo it and then unzipped his trousers, and I felt the heat inside me burn fiercer. I loved it when a man did that, yanking on his belt and pulling his zipper down with authority. Being dominant and telling me to get ready for what he was about to do.
“My pussy throbs,” I whimpered as I stroked and teased myself for him. “So warm it almost burns, and I can’t stop chasing the high. My clit tingles and begs for more, so I rub a little faster, but not too fast. Sometimes, I... ahhh...” I arched my back as I felt the sparks of an orgasm cresting. “I hit the spot,” I went on, my voice different now, my words coming out a little jumbled. “And it feels so... fucking... good.”
“Make yourself come,” he commanded. “Don’t hold back, Emma.”
“I can’t stop,” I said, throwing my head back as I fucked my fingers and teased my clit. Then the sparks turned to a rush of pleasure, and my back arched off the bed, my legs shaking as I made myself come in front of him. It lasted a few seconds, and then I relaxed into the mattress with a deep sigh.
“Fucking sexy,” he moaned, “But your orgasm didn’t last long enough. I think we can do better than that.”
I opened my eyes and saw him standing completely naked at the bottom of the bed. He had his long, thick cock in his hand, and he was stroking himself slowly as he looked at me. I watched the movement of his hand, marvelling at how big he was. And my pussy clenched at the thought of taking him inside me.
“I wonder if you taste as good as you look?” he asked and then climbed onto the bed. He grabbed my ankles and pulled me a little way down the mattress to where he wanted me, then he told me to, “Lie back and hold the headboard. Don’t let go until I tell you to.”
“Okay,” I agreed, letting my head fall back as I reached up and held the metal of the headboard.
He started to slowly lick the inside of my leg, the tip of his tongue teasing my skin as he travelled higher and higher, up my calf, past my knee, and then my thigh, making me open my legs wider, tempting him to go higher still. He reached the top of my thigh, and then he stopped. I could sense his breath close to my pussy, and I peered down at him. His eyes were closed as he breathed deeply, then he opened them and looked up at me. “All good things come to good girls who wait,” he growled, and then he slid back down the bed, using his tongue to tease my other leg in the exact same way.
When he got to the top of my thigh, I tilted my hips forward, and in a breathy, needy voice, I begged, “Please, Alex.”
“Please what?” he replied, his face only inches away from my pussy.
“Please,” was all I could say, as I tried to move my hips closer.
“I need words, Emma. Tell me what you want me to do.”
“I want you,” I paused, my pussy throbbing with need. “I want...”
“Yes?” he was so calm, so measured, and I felt like a wanton, needy mess, desperate for more.
“I want your tongue on me.”
“You can do better than that,” he said, his warm breath teasing my pussy with how close he was. “Where should I put my tongue?”
“In my pussy.”
“Just your pussy, or would you like it anywhere else?”
I couldn’t take it anymore. I was desperate.
“My pussy, my clit, wherever the fuck you want to put it, just do it,” I snapped, and he laughed.
“I like a woman who knows what she wants.”
Slowly he licked the length of my pussy, making me cry out and throw my head back. Then he gently flickered his tongue over my clit, teasing then sucking it into his mouth. I held onto the headboard with a tight grip as I felt my inner walls contract. And all the time, his tongue flickered and then circled around my clit before he flattened it and pressed it against me, his face buried between my legs as he tasted me. He started to spear his tongue into my pussy, pushing inside me and using his lips to kiss me. His hands held my thighs in place, and as my breath quickened and my clit started to pulse, he stopped and pulled away.
“Not yet,” he said, watching me, waiting for the sensations to subside. And I groaned in frustration.
As my limbs loosened a little, he started all over again, plunging his tongue inside me, then using the tip of his tongue to tease my clit. Making the sparks reignite as he applied pressure and flickered slowly and seductively over my swollen, sensitive flesh. I moaned, rocking my hips against his face as he groaned, the vibrations from his warm mouth drove me wild.
“I’m so close,” I gasped, and then threw my head back as he pulled away again. “Fuck!” I cursed at how he was edging me.
“Not yet,” he urged a little more forcefully this time. Then he blew on my wet pussy and said, “It’ll feel better this way. Trust me.”
I bit my lip, willing the sparks to explode and give me the release I wanted.
But it never came.
As the whisper of contractions inside me waned, he pressed his face into my pussy again. Only this time, he used his fingers to penetrate me as his tongue lapped at my clit. The relentless sucking and massaging with his tongue made my body stiffen, and my legs started to shake as a wave of pleasure threatened to break my body apart.
Over and over, he teased and tortured me. Driving me to the brink of insanity with his tongue.
And then I heard the most beautiful words I’d ever heard.
“Come for me,” he whispered, sucking my clit hard, pulling it into his mouth and then massaging his tongue so perfectly against me that I couldn’t hold back any longer.
I came so fucking hard that my legs shivered like they were going into shock. My body went rigid as I threw my head back and screamed out his name. Warm liquid gushed, soaking Alex and the mattress underneath me as my pussy flooded with my release. And my orgasm went on and on. My walls contracted around his fingers buried inside me. My clit throbbed and pounded in time with my heart. Wave upon wave of pleasure that was almost too much to take.
“You’re beautiful when you come,” Alex moaned, and then he turned my whole world upside down when he clamped his mouth on my pussy again and started to lick and suck.
“No, I can’t,” I cried, and he stopped for a moment.
“You can’t or you don’t want to?” he asked, waiting for consent.
“I want to, but I don’t think I can come again.”
“Yes, you can,” he stated, and started licking me, making the orgasm that’d just dominated my soul flicker back to life, and I came again, then again. One after another. Alex coaxed so many orgasms out of me, putting me into a state of pure bliss that I didn’t even know my own body could achieve. All I could feel, all that mattered was the pure ecstasy he’d created. It was like an out-of-body experience where my whole focus was on enjoying the next orgasm, then the next. And on and on it went until I was so delirious, so out of my mind, I had to gasp, “Stop. Enough.”
He stopped, breathless himself as he lifted his head to peer up at me.
“What the fuck?” I didn’t have the energy to lift my head to look at him.
I felt the mattress dip as he got off the bed, saying, “I’ll get you some water.”
Then he climbed back on to lie beside me, twisted the cap off the water bottle, and told me to drink.
I shuffled up the mattress so I could sip from the bottle, and as I did, he said, “Was that your first time having multiple orgasms?”
I nodded as I gulped the water down, not realising how thirsty I was.
“Get used to it,” he said with a smile. “I’ll be giving you a lot of those.”