Chapter Twenty
~Alexander~
“ A re you alright?” I huff out, my body lying over hers, as I try to recover some form of sanity. My mind is fucking blown. I’ve never been bare in a woman, let alone come in one. It feels better than anything I’ve ever experienced before.
It was like sliding into silk, soft and warm, and God, she was so damn tight. I want to fuck her again and again. Although, I’m not quite sure how she feels about that at the moment. Especially after what I just did to her.
“Perfect.” She murmurs under me. “Although, breathing is starting to get a bit difficult with you on top of me.”
I don’t want to remove my dick from the most divine place it’s ever been, but hate the thought of Summer being uncomfortable even more. I push myself up, hovering over her long enough to crush her mouth to mine, then slowly slide out of heaven. I watch as my cum leaks out of her, and my cock instantly gets hard again. I’ve branded her as mine, with my seeds of life, something so foreign and primal to me, and also the biggest fucking turn-on.
“Stay there one second while I get something to wipe you.” I hold a finger up as I shove my pants off the rest of the way, then stride to the kitchen. I find a towel in one of the drawers and bring it over to her. I wipe gently, knowing I was the exact opposite with her a few minutes ago. As if it’s even possible, my dick gets harder. I glance up to find her staring as my length bobs against my navel, her lower lip stuck between her teeth again.
“I can give you something to put in that mouth if you want?” I suggest, not kidding in the least.
“How are you still hard after that?” Her cheeks flush a beautiful shade of pink as her eyes dart from my waist to my face.
“This is what you fucking do to me.” I toss the towel onto the floor, then tug her upright, cupping her face with my hands. “It’s what you’ve been doing to me for the last three months.”
“Sorry?” She lift her shoulders and grins, her cheeks lifting under my palms. My attention falls to her bruise again, and I feather my thumb over it.
“Does it hurt?”
“Only when I smile.” She confesses.
“What can I do for you?” I ask, wanting to take care of her. Wanting to do anything that makes her feel better.
“You’re already doing it.” She tilts forward and kisses me. It’s warm and sweet, and I hum in appreciation when she pulls away. “I do have to go to the bathroom. Can you show me where it is?”
“Of course.” I help her off the table, watching as she slides her panties back on, a salacious grin on my face. “I’m just going to take those off of you again.”
“I hope so.” She flashes a coy smile.
“I’ve created a monster.” I cock my head as I appraise her.
“Your worst nightmare.” She jests as she follows where I lead.
“My absolute best dream.” I counter, twirling around to trap her against the nearest wall, my hard length pressing into her. “And I never want to wake up.”
“Alexander.” She breathes my name on an exhale. I can feel her pulse racing under my grip.
“Summer.” I whisper back as I stare into her wide eyes, the blue so clear I can see myself reflecting in them. Does she see what I see? Because I think I might be falling in love with her. And instead of scaring the shit out of me, it makes me feel better than I ever have. I kiss her. Softly this time, my lips feathering over hers, our breath becoming one as we fuse together.
After a moment, I pull away, dropping her hands as I move back. I take a step through the doorway of the bedroom I usually stay in. “The bathroom’s right through there.”
“That thing is going to be classified as a dangerous weapon.” She points to my dick, still hard. Still throbbing. “It leaked onto my dress.” She frowns as she glances down at the wet stain on the fabric in the middle of her stomach.
“Guess you’re just going to have to take it off.” I shrug, mocking disappointment.
“I see what you’re doing there.” She giggles, walking past me towards the bathroom. She shuts the door behind her after she enters, wanting some privacy, or maybe to make sure I don’t follow her in there. Either way, I don’t blame her.
I decide I should probably try and act a little less like a love-struck teenager having sex for the first time, and open one of the dresser drawers to grab a pair of shorts. I slide them on, shoving my softening dick down, then walk over to the large plate-glass windows that look out over the back lawn and the ocean beyond. It’s a gorgeous day and I wonder if I should take Summer for a walk down to the beach to see how warm the water is.
“You got dressed.” Her voice pulls me out of my thoughts, and I spin around, my eyes popping wide.
“You got undressed.” My voice husky as I prowl in her direction.
“My dress was dirty.” She shrugs, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth again. I stop in front of her, my brow furrowing when I notice the angry bruise on her side.
“I’m going to kill that mother-fucker.” I growl under my breath, brushing my fingers as lightly as possible over her marred skin.
“I’m fine.” She places a hand flat on my chest and shoves me back until my legs hit the bed. Then she shoves with both hands, my ass landing on the comforter.
Before I can utter a word, she climbs on top of me, straddles my waist, and grinds her core against my very hard again cock. “Didn’t you say you wanted to fuck me on every surface in this house?”
“Did you just say fuck?” I ask, shocked.
“It’s the monster in me.” She purrs, leaning to kiss me, her pink tongue darting out to swipe against my lips before covering them.
Because I’m a man that knows how to honor his word, and play fair, I enjoy every moment of letting her fuck me on my bed. And then I return the favor, on the couch, on the kitchen counter, after we have some fruit we find in the fridge. Then we do it again in the bed, this time with me on top, where we finally fell asleep, exhaustion hitting us both.
We don’t wake until early the next morning, and just to make sure I don’t disappoint on my promises, I fuck her against the wall in the shower. We’re back in the kitchen now, her sitting on one of the stools at the counter, watching as I scramble eggs.
“I never would have pegged you for a man that cooked.” She muses, sipping on a cup of coffee I also made her. She looks stunning. She’s in my blue t-shirt, her hair is messy, her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are sparkling.
“I’m not.” I assure her. “I make three things. Scrambled eggs, coffee and a really mean grilled cheese.”
“Good to know.” She grins. “Are you sure I can’t do anything to help?”
“Nope. Just let me feed and nourish you so I can have my way with you again.” I flash a grin at her, which she returns, her cheeks flushing. She is still my shy and innocent dove, even if she tries to pretend otherwise.
“Is that a hot tub out there beside the pool?” She gestures toward a round, wooden cover on the deck.
“It sure is.” I confirm, pouring the eggs into the pan, a loud sizzle sounding before I start to stir them. “It should be on. I can check after.”
“I might actually be able to walk again if I could soak in that for a little while.”
“Wait, did you just make a joke about how much fucking we’ve done?” I try to contain the constant smile I’ve been wearing in her presence.
“No joke, mister!” Her brows shoot up as she points to her nether region. “I’m sore as hell down there!”
“I’ll try and keep my hands off you for a little while.” I promise, pretending to pout.
“I wasn’t complaining.” She mumbles around her cup as she takes another drink of her coffee. “Besides, there’s other ways we can make each other happy.” She flashes me a naughty grin.
I huff out loud with laughter. “It’s confirmed. I’ve definitely created a monster.”
“At least I’m your monster.” She jokes.
“All mine.” I look her directly in the eye, my smile gone as I realize there is no way I’ll be sharing her with anyone else.
Ever.
Fuck.
I think I went and fell in love.