20. Alexander
Chapter 20
Alexander
S he’s never looked more beautiful than she does at this moment—spread out and ready for me to feast on. She’s like every man’s fantasy, but tonight, I get to call her mine.
I’m eager to kick off this party for two. I’ve been craving this woman ever since the moment she exited my hotel room and walked out of my life.
I start by unstrapping her high heels and slipping them off her feet. I smile when I notice the coffee-coloured nail polish on her toes. It’s the same colour as the gloss she was wearing on her lips before I kissed it off that delectable fucking mouth of hers.
Her lace panties are next, and as much as I loved her cotton variety, the sight of the delicate lace against her luscious body has my cock weeping.
I slowly slide them down her legs, my gaze never once leaving hers. When I bunch them up in my fist and bring them to my nose, I see her eyes slightly widen. She smells as good as she tastes; I already know that much.
She doesn’t even flinch when I shove them in my pocket. I’m keeping them—a little keepsake of our night. There’s a big chance she could go back to hating me tomorrow, so I’m going to make the most of this moment and take everything she’s prepared to give.
I sit, making myself comfortable, and drag her body to the edge of the table. One at a time, I lift each of her feet, place them on my shoulders, and spread her wide. I’ve been fantasising about doing this to her all damn night. I run my tongue along my bottom lip because I can’t wait to dig in.
I observe her intently as I skim the pad of my thumb across her clit, making her body tremble. As much as I’m dying to do this, I need to take my time … to savour her because there’s no guarantee of a tomorrow.
When I glide the tip of two fingers through her slick folds, she bucks her hips slightly and whimpers. I love how responsive she is to my touch.
She’s ripe and ready … so wet for me, but I need to make sure. I’ve already forced her to do so much against her will … more than I’m comfortable with, and I don’t want this moment to become one of those times.
“Do you want my mouth on you, bella ?” I ask. She bites the corner of her lip and nods once in response, but it’s not enough. “I need your words, amore mio.”
“Please,” she replies, but it is more like a plea.
Leaning in, I run my tongue from her inner thigh, tracing a line down to her knee before moving to the other leg. I repeat the motion, but this time with open-mouthed kisses. I keep going until her body is quaking, and she’s near incoherent with need.
“I need your words, bella ?” I repeat, my voice calm and controlled. “Tell me what you need.”
“Your mouth,” she pants. “I need your mouth on me.”
I smile triumphantly. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. “Good girl.”
The corners of my lips turn up as I bear down on her piece of heaven, sucking her clit into my mouth. She releases a long, drawn-out moan as her hands thread into my hair, tugging slightly.
When I latch onto her clit with a ravenous ferocity, her back arches off the table. “Alexander,” she breathes, and I love hearing her say my name that way.
I want to claim every inch of this woman … to own her completely … to make her mine. And before I can stop myself, the words “ Sei mio ” slip from my lips as if to seal that very thought.
My mouth and tongue work her over as I slip two fingers, knuckle deep inside her heat. When I crook them, rubbing against her sweet spot, she cries out in pleasure. The beautiful sounds that continue to fall from her lips are like music to my ears.
Drawing back slightly, I blow hot air over her clit before sucking it into my mouth once more. Her thighs grip my head like a vice, and her legs begin to shake.
She’s close .
Swirling my tongue around, I scissor my fingers inside her, twisting them back and forth, loosening her up so she’s ready for my rock-hard cock when the time comes.
Her hands are now fisted in my hair as she tugs hard. Her entire body begins to convulse as she bucks against my face. I groan against her sensitive flesh, the vibrations sending her over the edge.
My lips curve up when she screams out my name again. Her response is as wild as my passion is for her.
My job here is done .
I place a soft kiss on her inner thigh. “ Desidero essere dentro di te, ” I whisper against her smooth skin because I’m not lying—I am aching to be inside her. I need it more than I need my next breath.
Once I gently remove her legs from my shoulders and let them hang limply over the edge of the table, Chloe slumps back in sedated bliss. Her sweet, contented smile, in return, has my heart racing.
Standing, I waste no time reaching for the buckle of my belt, undoing the clasp and making quick work of freeing my cock. I’m too desperate for her to remove the rest of my clothes.
She’s still flushed from her orgasm, but has never looked more captivating.
“My turn,” I say, grazing the tips of two fingers along her jawline and wrapping my other hand around the base of my cock. I stroke it a few times before looming my body over hers and getting myself into position.
A growl rumbles in the back of my throat as I run the tip back and forth through her arousal before slipping the head inside. She’s so fucking tight, so warm. I want to bury myself deep inside and never leave.
Leaning down, my lips meet hers as I thrust my hips forward, filling her in one fluid motion.
“Jesus, Chloe,” I groan against her lips as the pleasure that is all her takes over. She feels good … too damn good. I’ve been with enough women in my time to know that what she makes me feel isn’t normal, but I’ll unpack that shit later.
Reaching for her hands, I drag them above her head and lace my fingers through hers. “I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, amore mio, then I’m going to take you upstairs and do it again and again.”
This is what I was looking for when she walked out on me the first night we were together. That slow and lazy sex that’s specifically made for early mornings. I’ve never been one for sleepovers, but with Chloe, it’s different. She makes me want things I never thought I would.
We were up half the night, but I’m far from finished with her. A part of me worries if I’ll ever be. Initially, this was never meant to be long-term. I wanted something I couldn’t have, so I went out and got it. That’s what I told myself anyway.
The more I have her in my space, the harder it’s becoming not to picture her here on a permanent basis. It’s a sobering thought. I’ve never been the ‘forever’ type—not willingly anyway—but with her … could I be? Would I even consider it?
I blow out a long breath as I drag her body closer. I’m overthinking this; it’s what I do. I swore off marriage and babies years ago. I’m not going there again.
Lifting my head off the pillow, I place my lips against her shoulder. She doesn’t flinch, so I grab her leg, lifting it and draping it over mine, spreading her as wide as I can. I have a better way to wake her up.
My fingers move down to circle her clit, and almost instantly, she tilts her head back and lets out a soft, sleepy moan.
“Morning, bella ,” I whisper into the crook of her neck.
She curls back her arm, placing her flattened palm on the side of my face. It’s an intimate move that hits me right in the chest.
“Morning,” she replies as she arches her back to stretch out her body. The movement has that tight arse of hers pushing against my hardened cock.
My fingers move down, running through her slick heat; she’s ripe and ready.
I slide my hand up to grasp her inner thigh, lifting her leg higher so I can slide inside her, slow and easy. We both moan in unison when I roll my hips forward, burying myself balls deep.
I intend to take my time and not rush this. It’s Sunday, so I have nowhere else to be, but that desire to ramp things up … to pound into that tight pussy of hers soon takes over. I need more.
Without withdrawing, I roll her onto her stomach before pulling myself up onto my knees, bringing her with me.
I run my hand along her spine until I’m fisting her long hair in my hand, and when I tug on her strands, she whimpers. It’s a cry of pleasure, not pain.
“You like that, don’t you, dirty girl?” I growl, leaning my body over hers and sinking my teeth into her shoulder.
I tug on her hair again, tilting her head back and exposing her elongated neck. My other hand moves to grip her throat—not enough to restrict her airways, but close. One thing I’ve learnt about Chloe Carmichael is that she is not what you’d call fainthearted. She’s up for anything and gives as good as you dish out. She’s so damn hot in the sack … the first woman I’ve met that feels like my equal.
My eyes roll back in my head as she arches her body. She’s barely big enough to accommodate me, but that doesn’t stop her from pushing her arse backwards, squishing my balls in the process. She’s so fucking tight. I’ve found my very own slice of paradise, the best kind of ecstasy.
My cock is buried so deep it might never find its way back out. But I’m okay with that. I’d stay right here forever, with her, if she’d let me.
We haven’t used protection once this time around, but she assures me she’s still on the pill. It’s a risky move on my part, one I’d never usually consider, but the fact that she said she doesn’t want kids was enough to make me think she wouldn’t try to trap me like others have in the past .
Releasing her hair, I slap my palm against her arse, and she cries out again. I grip both her hips, my fingertips digging into her flesh as I straighten my torso and give her everything I’ve got, pummelling into her luscious body at piston speed.
I throw my head back and groan through gritted teeth when I feel her pussy clench around my cock. “Fuck, Chloe, fuck,” I shout as I spill my seed deep inside her.
It’s late when we finally make it downstairs for breakfast. As we enter the dining room, I wince when I spot my belt, neatly coiled at the end of the table, with my gold cufflinks resting in the centre.
My gaze shifts to Chloe, and I notice she’s looking in the same direction I was. A faint pink flush creeps up her neck, and I know she’s thinking the same thing. Carmella must have found the remnants of our clothes when she returned this morning. Now that I think about it, the ones by the front door weren’t there when we descended the stairs just now.
My hand instinctively reaches out, settling on her hip and gently squeezing. I know things have shifted over the years, but in Italian culture, sex before marriage is still profoundly frowned upon, especially by the older generations. To them, a woman who isn’t a virgin is considered tainted, shunned … unmarriageable. It’s a harsh double standard. A man, however, doesn’t face the same fate, and I hate that.
“We are two consenting adults, bella. ”
“I know,” she replies, nibbling the corner of her bottom lip. It drives me fucking wild when she does that. That and those big doe eyes of hers have me wanting to throw her over my shoulder and take her back upstairs. “I’m still really tired … we didn’t get much sleep. I think I’ll skip breakfast and grab something later.”
“I don’t think so,” I reply, guiding her to her chair. “Sit.”
Her eyes are slightly narrowed as she glances at me over her shoulder. Her sass is another thing I love. “You are bossy sometimes.”
“And you love it,” I retort, slapping her arse before she takes her seat.
I sit in my usual spot opposite her and observe her large eyes continuously flick towards the door where Carmella usually enters. I reach across the table, taking her hand in mine. “Relax. If Carmella says anything to upset you, I’ll fire her on the spot.”
Her pretty whisky-coloured eyes widen further. “You wouldn’t do that … would you?”
“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to defend your honour, Chloe.”