Chapter 51 #2
“Are you okay for me to move? You’re tight, and I don’t want to hurt you,” he says, his thoughtfulness almost more than I can bear. My emotions are stretched taut, and this man is deep in my body, thinking not about himself or his desires, but about me and my pleasure.
“You won’t. I want this, I want you. I think I have since the first day you came out of your office and glared at me.”
He moans again. “Don’t remind me,” he says, his mouth finding mine.
He pulls back before pressing forward slowly. He does this a couple more times until my body has completely accepted him. On the third time, my hips rise to meet his. He slides a hand under my arse and pulls me up and towards him.
“Oh my god,” I say as he hits a spot deep inside that has me seeing stars.
“Not yet, beautiful,” he says, his voice strained as he works himself in and out.
He withdraws almost completely, making me whimper, before slamming home.
The sound of our moans and bodies coming together fills the room.
We move together, his hands sliding under my arse, cupping me, drawing me up against him, changing the angle until I’m gasping into his mouth.
A pressure builds low in my core, my pussy aching with what it seems to know is about to come.
Alex rocks forward and back, his cock sliding over a pressure point deep inside me, one I never knew existed.
“That’s it, beautiful,” he whispers against my mouth. “I’ve got you.”
He presses forward one more time, and my body freezes.
“Look at me,” he orders.
“Ahhhhh,” I scream as I’m rocked by the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever felt.
My muscles contract sharply around him, loving the feel of being so stretched and full. He grunts as my body milks him, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, he speeds up, sending me straight from one orgasm into another, stars flashing before my eyes. My desire leaks out over my thighs.
His lips crash down on mine as he continues to slide in and out of my body, increasing the pace, until he, too, slams forward and tenses. His cock jerks, his muscles shuddering as he empties himself into the condom.
He buries his head in my shoulder, breathing hard, my fingers drawing lazy circles on his back.
“That was…”
There are no words to describe it. Mind-blowing, earth-shattering. One thing is for sure, I don’t think I’ll ever be the same.
He drops a kiss onto my shoulder before carefully withdrawing and rolling off me.
“Don’t move,” he says, disappearing into what I’m taking to be his ensuite.
He reappears moments later, having disposed of the condom and holding a facecloth.
He sits next to me, gently opening my legs.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m giving aftercare. Has no one done that for you before?”
I shake my head. He clearly hasn’t realised that no one has done any of this with me before.
I relax my muscles and let him run the facecloth over the tender skin between my legs, moaning as the pressure sends fresh pulses of pleasure through my overstimulated nerve endings. He drops his head and kisses my stomach, moving lower and lower.
He stops and lifts the cloth away.
“Brooke?”
I open my eyes and see blood on the facecloth he’s holding up.
I drop my head back and close my eyes.
“Brooke, look at me.”
Opening one eye, I wrinkle my nose.
“Were you a virgin?”
I’m surprised when my throat burns. What is wrong with me? I’m never this emotional.
“Hey,” he says, cupping my cheek.
I turn my head and press my face into his hand.
“I’m surprised, that’s all. Not many women get to twenty-four without having experimented at least once.”
“You’re not mad?”
He lies on the bed facing me.
“I’m glad I took it slow. It was a risk not saying anything. I could have hurt you,” he says, a line appearing between his brows. “I didn’t, did I?”
I shake my head. “No, it was perfect.”
“How?”
“What do you mean?”
“I find it hard to believe a woman who looks like you, is as confident and… sorry, probably not appropriate. I’m just…”
I chuckle. “Surprised?”
He nods.
I drop my gaze, but he’s having none of it, lifting my chin with his finger.
“It’s not that I’ve been saving myself. It’s just that I’ve never met anyone I wanted to take the next step with.
” I look up to find him watching me. “The night my dad died. I went to a party he’d asked me not to attend.
I went because there was a boy I fancied.
Nothing happened between us, but losing Dad… kind of killed my libido for a while.”
“I’m sorry,” he says, dropping a kiss on my shoulder.
“I don’t expect anything,” I say, suddenly realising he may feel guilty or like I’ve cheated him somehow.
“Expect?”
“Anything beyond tonight.” A rush of heat floods my cheeks.
Alex raises a brow. “Are you telling me you used me?”
I stare at him wide-eyed. “No… no, of course not. It’s just I don’t want you to think…”
He smiles, and I realise he’s teasing me. My heart rate slows.
“Brooke, what do you want?”
“I… is that a trick question?”
“No, it’s a genuine one. Do you want to get up and get dressed, and have me drive you home? Or…”
“Or?”
“Or do you want to stay, see where this goes?”
“Are you only saying that because I was a virgin?”
“No, I’m saying that because I’ve just had one of the most powerful orgasms of my life, with a woman I find super-hot and impossible to resist, as I think tonight proved.”
“You find me super-hot and impossible to resist?”
“If you hadn’t noticed. But it’s more than that. I enjoy spending time with you. Italy, Christmas, working together, this evening. You make me feel there’s more to life than just work, although you seem to work as hard as I do.”
I roll onto my side and mirror his position, interlacing our fingers.
“I enjoy spending time with you too. I also find you immensely attractive… so it appears resistance is futile,” I say, making him chuckle. “As for orgasms, I will definitely not say no to more of those. You kind of rocked my world back there, Alessandro.”
He moans at my use of his full name, then cups my face before drawing my lips to his. His tongue slides into my mouth and he kisses me until we’re both panting.
“Then it’s settled, you’ll stay?” he asks, pulling me across his chest.
I should say no, get up and walk away, but Alessandro Bianchi is the first person I’ve allowed myself to relax and be myself with, even if it is all a lie. I’m simply not strong enough to walk away. Not yet.