Chapter 36
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
ALEX
S he was right when she said I’d been overthinking. I’d let a certain someone get into my head, with all his talk about saviour complexes and her being vulnerable. He’d always had a way of doing that. I needed to stop it happening. I didn’t want him to dictate or control any part of my life.
In my confusion, I’d thought I needed to go slow. Build trust and strengthen our connection. But she already trusted me and our connection was undeniable.
I wasn’t a slow burner.
And I was thanking every one of my lucky stars that she’d come to my bedroom tonight, because this was exactly what I wanted, her lying naked in my arms, sighing contently after I’d taken her to the heights of pleasure that she’d never experienced before.
Giving pleasure was what I loved the most. It turned me on more than anything. As I’d eaten her pussy like a starving man, I’d rocked against the mattress, coming just as hard as she did when she whimpered and cried out. I don’t know if she knew that, but she had as much control over me as I had over her.
After she’d rehydrated, I turned the lights off and pulled her into my arms as we lay together in my bed. It felt so right, having her here, and I knew I’d never let her go. This was where she belonged. With me, by my side, in my bed.
“Can I ask you something?” Her quiet voice echoed in the darkness, and I buried my face in her neck so that I could inhale her intoxicating scent before replying, “You can ask me anything.”
“Why me?”
I started to give her neck little kisses, whispered kiss, brushing my lips so softly against her skin. “You know why.”
She moved her head to grant me better access to her neck as my kisses went from whispers to something stronger.
“But it all felt so sudden.” She sighed.
With my lips pressed against her smooth silky skin, I wondered how to respond and decided to go with the truth.
“I might’ve lied to you, that night,” I said, giving a slight grimace in the dark. Hoping she wouldn’t react badly. “And in my defence, I did ask if we’d met before when we were introduced.”
She shuffled her body to face me, and said, “You mean we’ve met before? But I don’t...”
“You don’t remember me, and I’m not surprised. The first time I met you, you had a lot occupying your attention, and to be fair, I wasn’t seated in your line of sight.”
“I don’t know what you mean. Where did you see me?”
I put my arm around her waist to pull her closer to me, and because I wanted to touch her in any way that I could. It always calmed my raging thoughts to have her close. Then I stroked and caressed her hip as I spoke.
“A few weeks before that night at the gallery, I was at a meeting in your offices to discuss a possible merger with a company that I sit on the board for. I was sitting at the table when you came in. You were very apologetic for being late to take the minutes, even though the meeting hadn’t started, and Gold made you sit next to him, blocking you from my vision, but I saw you. I also saw the way he spoke to you in front of everyone, belittling you, making sexist jokes and remarks at your expense. I’d always hated the guy, but that day, I realised I fucking loathed him. But you? You took everything in your stride. You didn’t let anything faze you. You were professional and gracious in a room of arrogant assholes and entitled pricks, present company excluded, of course.”
“Oh my God,” she gasped, putting her hand over her mouth for a second. “I remember that meeting. I think I might’ve cried in the bathroom after or punched a wall. One or the other. That was the day Mr Harrison slapped my ass when I got up at the end of the meeting. He was such a fucking creep. Always touching the female staff and making everyone uncomfortable. I never saw him in the office again after that meeting, though. I think maybe they fired him.”
I didn’t want to elaborate on what’d happened to that fucker. I didn’t want to kill the mood, so I just hummed in response and said, “Maybe they did.”
“I wish I could remember you , though. I know you’d have stood out to me. I guess I was a bit flustered and too focused on taking the minutes.”
“It was a crowded boardroom. And I tried to stay in the background as much as possible.”
“You? In the background? I find that hard to believe.” She snuggled closer to me as thoughts of that day rolled through my mind. Some of them were thoughts I didn’t want to dwell on.
“I had my lawyer, Sammy, with me. He did most of the talking.”
“Damn,” she mused. “I can’t believe you lied to me.” And she gave my chest a playful pat.
“When you walked into the gallery, I recognised you right away. You were the angel who put up with Gold and all the other bullshit that came from working at that newspaper. And I admired you. You held yourself so well, even when Lloyd started to act like a prized twat. You had grace and decorum. You treated people with respect, regardless of how they’d treated you. And you showed interest in getting to know us all. You asked questions, you engaged with the conversation, and you opened yourself up, even when I questioned you about the art in the room. Nothing rattled you, and that intrigued me. It made me hungry for more.” I gave her shoulder a playful bite, and she laughed.
“Why haven’t you told me this before?”
I sighed and stroked gentle circles on her hip as I replied, “I don’t know. I suppose I felt a little embarrassed about it.”
“Why would you be embarrassed?” she asked. “You weren’t the one who was sweaty and nervous in that boardroom. Honestly, I felt like I was doing a terrible job that day, and to top it all off, I didn’t speak up for myself. I let Mr Gold belittle me and I did nothing when Mr Harrison slapped my ass.”
I felt my jaw clench.
I should’ve cut his fucking hand off for that.
“That’s your recollection,” I told her. “Now, shall I tell you mine?”
“Okay.”
“I saw a strong woman walk into a fucking lion’s den that day. A beautiful woman who held her head high and conducted herself with dignity and pride, when she was faced with ridicule and scorn. If you’d responded and called them out for their disgusting behaviour, they’d have done it even more or gaslighted you. You couldn’t have won in that situation. But do you know who was the biggest asshole that day? Me. I had the power to speak up. I could’ve shot those men down instantly. But I didn’t. And I’ve hated myself for that every day since.”
“So you felt sorry for me when you saw me again?” she asked as her body stilled in my arms.
“No. I felt guilt. And shame. But there was never any pity. I know for a fact that wasn’t the first time you’d been treated like that. But you didn’t let it get to you. You had more strength of character in your little finger than they had in their whole body.” I felt her relax back into me. “I spoke to Gold after the meeting. I told him he was out of order for the way he’d spoken to you. That I wouldn’t attend another meeting if he continued to conduct himself that way. I also had a private meeting with Harrison. Made sure he wouldn’t be touching you or anyone else that way again. But it was too little, too late. I’m sorry, Emma.”
“You don’t have to apologise to me,” she replied, wrapping her arms tightly around me. “You did more than anyone else has ever done.
“I’ll never let anyone disrespect you again.” I lifted myself, resting on my forearm as I peered down at her, lying beneath me. Then I stroked her face and ran my thumb over the apple of her cheek before leaning down to kiss her.
The kiss was slow and sensual, and I could feel myself getting more aroused as she kissed me back, running her fingers through my hair and pulling me closer. Her little moans made my cock hard, and my balls ache. I wanted to be inside her so badly. But I needed to make sure she was okay with that.
I brushed my fingers down her side, and then reached between her thighs. She opened her legs wider for me, and when I slid my fingers through her pussy, I could feel how wet she still was for me.
“Are you sore?” I asked, reluctantly moving my lips away from hers for a moment.
“I’m sensitive,” she replied breathlessly as I gave her slow, lazy strokes through her wetness. “But I’m not sore.”
I leaned into her to whisper in her ear, “Good. Because I need to be inside you, Emma. I need you to take my cock like the good girl you are.”
Her responding sigh told me all I needed to know. She was ready for me.
“This might start slow, but I can’t promise it’ll stay like that,” I told her.
“I’ll take you any way I can get you,” she replied, running her fingers down my back, making me shiver.
I knew it’d end up hard and fast. I was feral for her; I couldn’t hold myself back.
I slid my soaked fingers into her pussy, and she arched her back. I gave her a few slow thrusts to get her ready, but she was already whimpering and whispering, ‘Yes’ into the room. This needed to happen now.
I pushed her legs open wider and she bent her knees, letting her legs fall to the side. Holding myself over her, I took my cock in my hand and gave it a few slow strokes. Then, I positioned my cock at her entrance and pushed inside her. I went slow at first because she was so fucking tight, but as she grabbed my ass and begged for more, I gave her what she wanted. I thrust my hips forward, filling her tight pussy with my cock, moaning at how fucking amazing she felt, gripping my cock so tightly with her velvet walls.
“Fuck you feel good,” I told her as I wrapped my arms around her.
“So do you,” she managed to whisper back.
I held her as I started to thrust harder, my hips slamming into her. I squeezed my eyes shut, wanting to lose myself in the sensation of her warm, tight pussy. My balls tightened and I felt tingles in the base of my spine.
“Don’t stop,” she begged as I rocked into her over and over. My hands digging harder into her flesh as my control started to break.
She felt so fucking good. Too good. I couldn’t stop my hips from slamming into her, desperate for more. But I didn’t want to come yet. I didn’t want this to end.
I felt the flicker of her orgasm spark to life, her walls contracting around me, and she dug her nails into my back as her body stiffened and her legs started to shake.
“Alex,” she whimpered. “I’m coming.”
“I know, baby,” I said, trying hard to hold my own orgasm for a little longer so I could keep this going.
Her walls squeezed me hard as she came on my cock, and I groaned at how fucking amazing it felt.
Then, when she was ready for more, I took her right leg in my hand and lifted it onto my shoulder. I did the same with her left leg. Then, holding myself steady over her, I started to thrust into her again, only this time, it was deeper. So much deeper. And I went harder, fucking her into the mattress as the bed slammed against the wall.
The feeling of being inside her was beyond anything I’d ever felt before. It was fucking intense and so intoxicating. I couldn’t get enough. My orgasm was close now, she was gripping my cock so tightly, it was taking every ounce of control to keep going.
I peered down at where I was penetrating her, watching my cock slide in and out of her pussy. And seeing how well we moved together, at how incredible she felt, it sent me spiralling over the edge.
“I’m so close,” I cried. “Come for me,” I begged, wanting us to climax at the same time.
She rocked her hips against me, and as her walls fluttered again, I lost it, coming hard inside her as she came too. Hot spurts of my cum filled her as she cried out and squeezed me in response. I kept thrusting, wanting to milk every last drop of our orgasms. To savour every spark and explosion of ecstasy.
As we started to come down from our high, and I rested over her body, holding her in my arms and telling her what a good girl she’d been, I knew, my obsession with Emma had entered a whole new chapter. In fact, this woman was no longer my obsession. She was my whole fucking world.
“I don’t think you’ll be getting any sleep tonight,” I said, and she gave a little laugh in response. “We’re going to be fucking a lot.”
“I knew coming in here was a good idea,” she mused, nuzzling into me as my cock stayed buried inside her.
“It was the best thing you’ve ever done.”
Eventually, I pulled out of her, instantly missing her warmth. I reached over to the bedside table for some tissues, then I told her to wait a moment, as I went to the bathroom to fetch a damp cloth and a towel.
I took my time cleaning her up: I wanted to do it. I pressed the warm, wet cloth against her pussy and had to hold myself back from diving right back into her again, losing myself in her soft, wet warmth.
Then, I held her and stroked her hair until she fell asleep on my chest, and in all the thirty-two years I’d been on this planet, I realised I’d never felt as content as I did right now.