Chapter 14 Aliénor
ALIéNOR
He walked me into the lobby and up the stairs to my apartment.
He didn’t seem like the kind of man to walk a woman to her door. But he also didn’t seem like the kind of man to text just to check in. Or take her out to eat and yell at her when she tried to pay her share.
I wasn’t sure if he just wanted to walk me to the door…or if he expected to come inside? To avoid the awkwardness, I unlocked the door right when I reached it and walked inside to put my purse on the counter.
That way, it would be his decision to cross the threshold or stay in the hallway.
I took off my coat and hung it on one of the hooks drilled into the wall. That was when I heard the door click shut and then the sound of his heavy boots as he moved behind me.
My heart immediately picked up in speed, like the gas was floored and the road ahead was empty. I turned around to face him again and gave a slight jolt because he was directly in front of me, already crowding me, going in for the kill.
The moment his arm circled my waist, I felt myself float.
He pulled me into him as he slid his hand into my hair, cradling my face to accept his kiss.
His mouth commanded mine in a soft kiss, the kindling between a match and the strike strip.
He started off slow, feeling my lips like an artist about to carve a sculpture into their likeness.
His fingers cupped the back of my neck, and he held me so gently but with so much affection at the same time.
The abstinence of two weeks made the memory more potent.
Made me realize it was as good as I remembered it.
That I hadn’t inflated it in my head when I touched myself between the sheets and pretended he was there.
I’d fucked him for a place to live, but that had just been an excuse to have him, so my heart wouldn’t attach to something that would never last. My fingers dug into his hair, and I breathed into his mouth, swept off the floor by the kiss that could make me come on its own.
My hands slipped underneath his shirt, and I tugged it up to get it off. He did the rest of the work because he was so much taller than me that getting his shirt off him would be impossible on my own. It came free, and he dropped it on the hardwood floor.
I could feel the heat from his muscles and skin instantly, an inferno against my fingers when I touched him. Big pecs and hard abs and groups of muscle like different cuts of meat at the butcher.
He gripped my dress and yanked it up, pulling it over my head in a swift motion until it was free from my body.
I was just in tights that went up to my belly button and a black bra.
His hand reached behind me and unclasped my bra on his first try like he’d done it a hundred times, to a hundred different women, a hundred different types of bras.
The material released, and I immediately felt the draft over my tits.
They tightened in response, the nipples sharpening to little points.
He scooped me into him like he had before, like I was a big stuffed teddy bear that weighed almost nothing.
My tits moved against his chest and soaked in the warmth of his fiery chest, like the cushion of a chair that had been sitting in the sun all day.
Immediately enveloped in his heat, I forgot that I’d ever been cold.
He carried me into the only bedroom in the apartment and lay me back on the unmade bed. It was a cheap bed frame with a cheap mattress, and I could immediately feel the difference compared to all the luxurious things he had in his home.
He pulled back, stood at the foot of the bed, and grabbed one ankle before he flicked the heel off.
It tapped against the floor when it fell.
He did the same to the other and tossed it over his shoulder, where it banged against the wall before it fell on the floor.
Then he leaned forward and curled his fingers into my tights, pulling them down my legs, scooping my ass up on his own, and dragging them down to my ankles and over my feet.
My nails were painted black, and he stopped to glance at them, as if he liked the way they looked.
I was naked on the bed underneath him and so ready for him.
The second he explored me, he would know, know that I could only be that soaking wet because I’d been turned on by his presence from the moment he’d stepped into my apartment.
That my fantasy was about to be a reality, and my little body could barely take it.
He planted my feet against his rock-hard abs, warm against my soles, like a rock face of a cliff in the desert. His eyes were fixed on mine as he unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the zipper, undressing in front of me, hotter than the goddamn sun.
He pushed down his bottoms, and his enormous cock came free.
Oh Jesus…
He stepped out of his boots and then kicked off his jeans until he was fully naked, muscular legs covered in dark hair, his dick and balls groomed in preparation for a kiss.
Abs so hard the lines between the muscles were like grooves you could grip and climb.
Pecs perfectly outlined like he was carved out of marble instead of built from the muscle within.
And his arms were perfectly segmented too, cut in all the right places, with lines and shadows and power.
My heart was so strained in excitement, it was like I’d never slept with him before. Like this was the first time.
He moved on top of me on the bed, the curtains of the window still open and revealing the apartment across the street. His muscled mass hovered over me, and he kissed me again, this time hard and violent, possessive, as if this felt like the first time for him too.
He grabbed my legs and bent my knees, bending me into position like I was origami.
He tilted my pelvis then hooked his arms behind my knees to hold me in place as he angled his hips so his head would find my folds.
He didn’t lick his skin with his palm before he entered. Didn’t kiss me to prime the area.
Because he fucking knew I was wet.
He gently sank, his expression hardening when he felt exactly what he knew was already there.
Folded like a yoga mat with a big dick entering me like a rocket going into an airtight silo, I breathed hard and fast, planting my hands on his chest, feeling the flames engulf me before we’d even begun.
“Oh my god…yes.” I couldn’t restrain my desire for him, couldn’t play it cool like this was just another passionate night of the many I’d had in the time we hadn’t spoken.
He was the single hottest hunk of man to be inside me, and my god, it was so good.
I didn’t care that he didn’t wear anything, and I wouldn’t let him pull out of me even if he wanted to release on my stomach.
My enthusiasm turned him on because he gave me the rest with a single thrust, forcing the piston into place, stretching my little channel so it would accommodate him even before it was ready to.
I inhaled a breath so sharp it sounded like a gasp, but nothing had ever felt so good.
“You’re so goddamn hot. Jesus fucking Christ.” My hand snaked up his chest to his neck, feeling one of the veins that was so pronounced it seemed about to burst. He was ripped from head to toe, from the muscles in his thighs to the strength in his forearms.
He didn’t react to that at all. It was as if he hadn’t heard me.
Then he thrust into me at a quick pace, my legs secured with his arms, his dick impressive in both length and girth. It was bigger than I would normally take, but I got so much pleasure out of it, I ignored the pain.
We’d just started, but I was already right there at the edge.
An inferno about to burst between my legs.
“Yes…right there.” I clutched his arms harder and harder, gripping hot steel, and he pounded into me more forcefully when he knew I was close.
“Yes…Luca.” I felt the tears spring to the front of my eyes, and they began to fall just before the asteroid struck the earth.
Just like every other time he made me come, it was good beyond description, beyond words in any language in this land.
Physically fulfilling and emotionally satisfying.
My eyes closed, and my nails started to dig as I rode the rest of the high.
Then I felt his forehead against mine.
My eyes opened to look at him, to see his eyes down as he pounded me into the cheap mattress.
I cupped his cheek as I finished, my pants and gasps and cries all mixing together in an incoherent release of pleasure. My tears were warm as they cascaded down my cheeks. I cried like I was at a funeral rather than in bed with a man who gave great dick.
The tide finally rolled back out to sea, and I let the tendrils of pleasure leave with it. Eyes dry once again, I felt his forehead leave mine. Another touch of affection I hadn’t thought he was capable of.
His thrusts continued with the same intensity, deep and hard.
Even strokes at an even speed, his thickness ramming inside me over and over.
His beautiful skin had started to blotch red with arousal, and the veins in his neck and arms popped even more.
His dick somehow felt fuller, like he was ready to release.
I loved to watch him come. He was sexy when he stared at me from across a table. Sexy when he looked off into the distance, his thoughts a mystery. But when he was about to get off, his expressions were more pronounced. His jawline was sharper than glass. He was so damn hot.
He didn’t ask to come inside me. Just assumed.
He assumed right, because I wouldn’t have it any other way. I was aware of the fact that I exposed myself to sickness and disease because we didn’t have the conversation all adults should have. But I wasn’t myself with this man. I just didn’t care.