Chapter 11 #3
"I need—" I start, and before I can finish his hand is sliding down between our bodies, his fingers finding my clit immediately and circling with perfect, devastating pressure, and the added sensation makes me cry out, my head falling back.
"Like that?" he asks against my breast, but he's already adjusting based on my reaction, reading my body's response.
"Yes." The word comes out high and breathless and desperate. "Don't stop, please don't stop."
He doesn't stop. His fingers work my clit in relentless motion while his mouth sucks on my nipple, and I'm grinding down on his cock, chasing all three sensations at once, overwhelmed by the sheer amount of pleasure flooding through me.
My thighs are shaking and I can feel the orgasm building like a wave gathering strength, rising and rising, and I'm right there, right on the edge, so close I could scream—
He bites my nipple hard at the exact moment his thumb presses down firmly on my clit, and I shatter.
The orgasm crashes through me without warning, so intense my vision actually goes white at the edges. I'm clenching around him in rhythmic pulses, my whole body shaking violently, and I hear myself making sounds I don't recognize, desperate broken moans and gasps that I couldn't stop if I tried.
He keeps rubbing my clit, keeps thrusting up into me with shallow movements, drawing out every single wave until I'm gasping and trembling and finally shoving his hand away because I genuinely can't take any more.
"Oh my god," I manage, barely able to form words. "Oh my god, I can't—"
I collapse forward onto his chest, my forehead pressed to his, panting like I just ran a marathon. He holds me up, still sitting upright, his arms wrapped around me. Then his grip shifts and he starts to fuck me in earnest, chasing his own release now, and all I can do is hold on.
Oh my god.
"Fuck, Isabelle," he groans, one hand on my lower back pressing me as close to him as physically possible, his fingers splayed wide and gripping me tight, the other hand cradling the back of my skull, fingers threading through my hair, pressing my forehead to his as he kisses me desperately.
I'm trapped in his arms and I don't want to be anywhere else in the world. My heart is racing so fast I can feel it in my throat, pounding against my ribcage, and my whole body is still twitching with aftershocks.
"Come inside me," I hear myself beg, shameless and desperate and not even caring. "Please, Alex, I want to feel it."
Never has a man done this to me, held me so tightly in his arms while I come apart with pleasure, made me feel safe and wrecked at the same time.
He reaches his release with a groan that sounds like it's torn from somewhere deep in his chest, coming hot and deep inside me, his cock pulsing.
He cries out against my mouth, gripping me close like I'm something precious he can't bear to let go of, and I feel every pulse of his release, feel him fill me completely.
We stay like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, hearts racing, bodies pressed together and slick with sweat.
Slowly, carefully, he shifts us until we're lying down, me still on top of him, his cock still inside me though softening now.
I can feel his release starting to leak out of me and it should probably gross me out but instead it just feels intimate.
He pulls out slowly, then he's shifting me to his side, tucking me against him. I curl into his warmth automatically, my head on his chest, his arm around me, his other hand tracing lazy patterns on my shoulder.
"So," I say after my breathing returns to something resembling normal, trying for casual and probably failing spectacularly. "That was... good stress relief. Post-opening celebration and all that."
He makes a sound that might be agreement, his hand still moving on my shoulder.
"Just so we're clear," I continue. “This was a one-time thing. Obviously. We got it out of our systems, and now we can go back to being professional."
"Obviously," he agrees easily, but I can hear the smile in his voice.
"I mean it, Alex. One night. That's it."
"As you wish, princess," he says softly, pulling me closer, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. "As you wish."
I should get up. I should go back to my cottage right now, put some physical distance between us, make it clear that tonight was just a one-time celebration, stress relief, nothing more. Boundaries are important to make sure this doesn’t get more messy than it already has.
But that thought feels so far away right now, distant and unimportant compared to how warm he is, how safe I feel in his arms, how his heartbeat is steady under my ear. My eyelids are so heavy. Just a few minutes, I tell myself. I'll rest for just a few minutes and then I'll go.
I feel him pull a blanket over us, tucking it around my shoulders, and his arm tightens around me.
Just a few more minutes.
I fall asleep in his arms, and if some small part of me knows I'm making a mistake, that I should have left while I still could, I'm too far gone to care.