21. CHARLOTTE
21
CHARLOTTE
I couldn’t help myself. The whole time I was with Alex, I waited for that little voice of reason to scream at me, to tell me this was wrong and I should snap out of it, get myself together.
It didn’t come.
Maybe the storm drowned it out. Maybe being so far removed from the world changed things.
Maybe what I was learning about Alex as we got to know each other better made me wonder if this really was so wrong. Maybe, just maybe, this was okay and I was allowed to love him.
Because that was what was happening here. I was falling for Alexander Blackwood.
Hard.
Not the man in the suits who dominated boardrooms and ran billion-dollar companies. Not the charming guy with the debonair way about him and all the right words at the right time.
The guy under it all, when the suits were stripped away and money didn’t matter and all that was left was the sum of who he was as a man.
When I kissed him, he didn’t hesitate to kiss me back. He cupped my neck, hands in my hair, and he slid his tongue between my lips. I sighed against him and melted into him a little more, relishing in the feel of how close he was. We shifted down on the tarp so that we were both lying down, and Alex rolled onto me with half his weight—just enough to pin me down but not enough to hurt me.
He was always so gentle with me, like he knew how delicate I was, and he wouldn’t ever hurt me. He was so big and so strong, muscles stacked on muscles and he could have such a hard way about him.
But when we were together, he was all mush, and despite his strength, he knew just how much to hold back. That was hotter than his chiseled body, his perfectly square jaw, his piercing blue eyes… and all those things were already hot as hell.
Alex’s tongue roamed my mouth, probing, tasting, and he gyrated his hips against me. I could feel his erection through my blanket.
He slowly slid his hand down my neck and onto my chest, pushing the blanket out of the way.
I gasped when his hand found my breast, and he teased my nipple. It hardened under his touch, and he pinched it lightly. I was wet already, aching, and wanting him inside me, but I didn’t want to rush this. We had all the time in the world and no reason not to take the whole night.
The flame on the table danced, and the wind howled outside the glass walls of the lantern room above us, the waves crashing below us. We were safe and warm and there was nothing to worry about.
He trailed kisses down my neck and sucked and nibbled my earlobe. I shivered and moaned softly, running my fingers through his thick, dark hair. He continued moving his mouth downward, kissing his way to my breasts.
He paused when he got to my nipple and looked up at me, a wicked smile on his face. “This one’s mine.”
He lowered his mouth and gently sucked.
“Oh!” I moaned, my breath catching in my throat.
He took his time, teasing, licking, sucking, until I was practically begging him to keep going, to give me more, to never stop.
I had never had a lover quite like him before. He was skilled and experienced and knew exactly what he was doing. But it wasn’t just that. With Alex, nothing was just about what was on the outside.
I ran my hands over his back as he worshipped my breasts, moving from one to the other. His back muscles rippled under the skin, bulging as he held himself up with one arm so he didn’t crush me.
I moaned and gasped, his attention on my nipples sending pulses of pleasure through my body, and it settled between my legs. I wanted more, but he seemed content to pay homage to my breasts, and I was content to let him.
“I’ve wanted this for a long time,” he whispered against my nipple. He moved to the other one and licked, sucked, then flicked his tongue against it.
“Alex,” I gasped.
He raised his head and planted a kiss on my lips before he rolled onto me, settling his body between my legs. He pushed the blanket open and took in the sight of me lying naked before him.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured. He planted kisses on my chest, my breasts, and then slowly worked his way down my body.
I shivered as he kissed my stomach, his stubble tickling my skin and driving me wild.
He paused at my belly button and flicked his tongue into the indentation, his eyes fixed on mine.
I laughed. “That tickles.”
“I’ll show you ticklish.” He lowered his head and licked my belly button again, tickling my skin.
I squealed and squirmed. “No!”
“You’re mine.” The words made me shiver.
That was what I wanted. To be his.
Not just now but always.
He kissed his way down my body. When he reached the top of my pussy, he stopped and looked up at me, and there was nothing but desire and need and a burning passion in his gaze.
He kissed his way along my mound, stopping when he reached my pussy.
I spread my legs, inviting him to go further, to taste me, to give me the release I needed.
“So sweet.” His words were a whisper, and I felt them tickle my pussy lips, his hot breath making me shiver.
Then he dove in, spreading me open with his tongue and probing my depths.
I cried out, a wave of pleasure rushing through me.
He was gentle, his tongue lapping at my pussy, exploring every fold, teasing, probing, pushing deeper and deeper.
I gasped and moaned, squirming, bucking, trying to get away, but he pinned me down with his strong arms and kept his mouth pressed against me.
He groaned against me, and the vibration sent a shiver of delight through my body.
“Alex,” I whispered. “Yes.”
He lifted his head for a moment and grinned before lowering his mouth back down. He sucked, licked, lapped, and then plunged his tongue deep inside me.
I bucked against him, arching my back and grinding my pussy against his face. He was relentless, not slowing or backing off but keeping a steady rhythm.
I gripped the edges of the tarp and moaned and squirmed. It felt incredible. His tongue, his mouth, the way he was holding me down and not letting me get away from him.
A heat began to build in the depths of my core, growing stronger and stronger as his tongue and mouth brought me closer and closer.
He shifted slightly, his hand moving, and then a finger slipped inside me. He slid his finger in and out, the wetness making his movements smooth and easy.
I moaned and bucked and writhed, his finger sending me higher.
He added a second one and increased his pace, sliding his tongue and mouth over my clit.
The combination of his fingers and his mouth sent a shiver of delight through me, and the heat inside me grew hotter.
“Alex, please,” I begged. “Don’t stop.”
He didn’t; he increased his pace, his fingers, his tongue, his mouth, driving me closer and closer to the edge.
The heat grew hotter and hotter, and my breath caught in my throat. I closed my eyes and surrendered, giving in to the building sensation.
He groaned and licked and sucked and his fingers slid in and out.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I threw my head back and cried out, waves of pleasure washing over me.
“Fuck, yes,” Alex said against me. “That’s it, come for me.”
He kept going, his tongue and his fingers not letting up.
I was coming harder and harder, the orgasm taking control of my body and shaking me to my very core.
“Oh fuck,” I whispered, the pleasure taking over, and I squeezed my eyes shut, riding the wave. It washed over me, and then the heat was gone, and I was left panting and spent, my body tingling all over.
Alex raised his head and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He smiled, and I returned the smile, satiated, for now.
He climbed up next to me, and I snuggled against him, the warmth from his body comforting me. He planted kisses on my face, starting at my temples, moving over my cheeks. A kiss on the tip of my nose. And one on each closed eye. Finally, he kissed me on the mouth, and the kiss was sensual and tender. I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“I want you,” he murmured.
“Then take me,” I whispered back.
“I don’t have a condom.”
I shook my head. “It’s okay. I’m always on the pill.” I wanted him inside me. I wanted him as close as he could get.
Alex kissed me again, but he rolled onto me, and my thighs fell open for him yet again.
He positioned himself at my entrance, his cock pressing against my opening, and my breath caught in my throat. Alex kept his eyes locked on mine when he pushed into me, and the feeling of him stretching me was so amazing, so right.
He moaned as he slid inside me, the head of his cock pushing into me, inch by inch, and I gasped, his thickness stretching me.
It was incredible. He was incredible. The way he felt, the way he was looking at me, the way he filled me.
He paused when he was buried inside me, and I trembled around him. He stroked his fingers through my hair, his eyes still on mine, before he lowered his head and kissed me.
While he did, he moved inside me, slowly pulling back.
The friction and his size made me gasp, and I clung to his shoulders, my fingers digging into his skin.
He was gentle, his hips rolling as he slid in and out; he filled me completely and stretched me, making me feel things I hadn’t known were possible.
“Fuck, Charlotte,” he said, his voice low and hoarse.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered.
He slid in and out of me, and I arched my back, pushing up to meet him.
He groaned and quickened his pace, the heat beginning to grow inside me again.
“Alex,” I gasped.
My heart raced, and I was breathing hard.
I gripped his shoulders and arched my back, moaning as he thrust into me. He picked up his pace, pumping into me harder and faster, and my gasps and moans turned into cries as he pushed me toward the edge of another orgasm. I held onto his thick shoulders as he bucked his hips, and the sound of our skin slapping together, the wet sounds of him moving in and out of me, was erotic and drove me wild.
“Charlotte,” Alex said, his voice strained, and I loved the sound of my name on his lips.
He pumped into me harder and faster, and I knew he was close.
“Come for me,” he whispered.
I cried out, and the pleasure built and built. I clung to him, the sensations taking over, and he thrust into me again, his cock sliding in and out.
With one final thrust, I cried out, the orgasm rushing through me, the heat exploding inside me. I squeezed my eyes shut, and the pleasure took over, taking my breath away, and for a moment, I was weightless.
Alex kissed me before he moved his head to my neck and kissed and nibbled the skin.
Slowly, I came down from my orgasm, gasping for air. My body was on fire.
“Roll over,” I gasped.
My body ached for more.
Alex did as I asked, holding onto me, pulling me with him so that I was on top. We were halfway off the tarp, but Alex gripped my hips and scooted us back onto it.
I leaned on his chest with my hands, breathing hard. My hair fell to Alex’s chest, and the feel of his cock deep inside me was incredible.
Slowly, I rocked my hips. I moaned at the feel of him at this angle and stroked him in and out of me.
Alex gritted his teeth and gripped my hips, pulling me toward him and pushing me back so that he drove deeper into me.
I cried out and rocked my hips faster and faster.
We fell into a rhythm, the two of us working together, my hips moving and his hands on me, guiding me.
He thrust up, his hips rolling, and he pulled me down, his cock slamming deep, and the pressure and friction built and built.
Alex groaned and thrust, his grip tightening.
I gasped, his cock filling me, stretching me.
Alex sat up, still buried deep inside me, and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me against his chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. He returned the kiss, our tongues meeting and dancing together, and the intensity was intoxicating.
Alex moved his hips, and his cock slid in and out, his body still thrusting upward, driving into me.
I cried out and broke the kiss, the sensation too much to take. I rested my head on his shoulder, and Alex moved his hands to my breasts, his fingers playing with my nipples.
The pressure inside me grew again as he pushed me closer to the edge, his attention to all my erogenous spots paying off.
I gasped and cried out, rocking my hips faster, driving him into me, taking him deeper and deeper. Alex groaned and thrust harder and faster.
“Come for me,” Alex grunted, his voice hoarse and his eyes fixed on mine. “I’m close.”
I nodded and moaned, the friction and pressure building, and the heat inside me exploded. I cried out, writhing, pleasure rushing through every inch of my body.
I was floating, flying, the orgasm taking over.
“Yes, fuck,” Alex grunted. He gripped my hips and thrust hard, slamming into me.
“Charlotte,” he groaned and shuddered, twitching deep inside me, and I felt him come.
He held onto me, his body trembling as his orgasm took hold of him. I tipped my head back, and he held me tightly against his chest as we rode out the pleasure together. His cock jerked as he emptied himself inside me, and the feel of his climax sent a shiver through me.
Eventually, the last shivers of pleasure faded, and we were left clinging to each other, gasping for air, sweaty and sticky.
Alex’s heart pounded, and mine matched his.
His lips brushed my cheek, and I turned to meet his mouth, kissing him.
“You’re incredible,” he gasped.
He slid out of me, and we lay down on the tarp. Alex pulled me tightly against him, arms wrapped around me, our legs tangled together.
I rested my head on his chest, my hair spread over his skin. My fingers traced over the ink at his collarbones, following the bold lines as they curved beneath my touch.
The storm raged on outside, thunder and lightning crashing all around us, but in here, we were safe, and were warm.
And we were together.