Chapter Twenty-Six #2
His fingers brush over my pussy in a light touch that makes my back arch and leaves me aching for him.
“Alfie—" I moan.
“Patience, love.”
He lies down right in the middle of the bed, his head propped up on the pillow to my left. He taps his lips with his fingers, and I lean down to kiss him.
He shakes his head. “Uh-uh.”
I frown, confused for a moment.
Oh.
Ohh.
I haven’t done this before.
“Now, Mia.”
“So impatient.”
“For you, always.”
I move my legs to either side of his head, hovering above him.
I can do this. I’m not going to suffocate my boyfriend.
Boyfriend. I mean, he is right? We’re spending all our free time together.
Eating together, sleeping together. What was fake and orchestrated is now so much more than I ever thought it could be.
I trust him to take care of me. He’s the first person I called when I got the confirmation that I’d passed my defense, even before my family. Of course he’s my boyfriend.
I lower my hips, and Alfie’s tongue takes a swipe at me.
His groans hum against my pussy, and the feel of his tongue flattening against my clit sends shivers up my spine.
I relax into the position, rocking slightly.
His tongue flicks and swirls, bringing me to the edge as I grip the headboard.
I feel his fingers playing at my folds until he dips one into me.
I can hear how wet I am. I feel like I must be dripping down onto his chin, but I can’t seem to care right now.
He tucks another finger inside me, crooking the tips until he rubs the soft, paddy flesh of my G-spot.
With the added pressure on my internal walls, my pace picks up.
I rock myself against his face. His tongue is relentlessly precise now.
No more teasing, no more edging. He’s giving me what I want.
What I need. My orgasm crests, exploding through me so easily it’s like he’s read a manual just on me.
My blood thumps around my body so fast I can hear it in my ears whooshing.
As the rush of pleasure subsides, I lift myself off his face and down his waist so I’m straddling him. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, pulling my face back down to him by the back of my neck.
“That was the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever done in my life,” he confesses against my lips. I dart my tongue out, tasting my orgasm on his lips.
I blush. “I’ve never done that before.”
“Good. I want as many of your firsts as I can get.”
His cock presses against my sex, the head of him slipping easily against my drenched center. Rolling my hips against him, I slip his cock inside me, lowering myself so I can lick up his neck. Eventually I lift myself up, clawing my hands at the hard muscles of his chest and abs.
I lean over to the bedside table, grabbing his glasses. I put them back on his nose, and I let his eyes peruse my body. My tits pushed up high from the black lace, my clit rubbing against the lower part of his stomach.
He lifts himself onto his elbow; the other palms my breast, rolling his thumb over the hardened peak beneath the lace.
He pulls down the cup, reaching to take my nipple in his mouth.
His wet tongue rolls around the bud, scraping his teeth lightly, making my head drop back.
With every roll of my hips I feel the pressure building.
His hard cock inside, filling me so tight, it’s almost too much.
Too big, too full. He swells as I moan, his thumb pressing against my clit, rubbing tight circles on me until I’m bucking hard against him.
“You’re so fucking eager aren’t you, love?”
“Yes,” I whine, my voice dripping with lust.
“How have we been missing out on this? You’ve been fifteen feet away from me for years, Mia.
” He moves to my other nipple, his tongue circling the stiff peak until he sucks hard.
I pull at the strands of his dark hair damp with sweat, pulling his head back so his chin lifts and I can drop another kiss against his lips.
He tastes like me and I can’t get enough.
My tongue swipes along his lips, dipping in and out, tasting myself on him.
It’s more than any fantasy I’ve ever had of him. More than I ever could have imagined. His arm wraps around my waist and I feel his palm flatten against my back.
“You’re my fucking dream girl, Mia. Make me come. I wanna come inside you so badly,” he whispers against my lips.
“Alfie, I’m coming.”
“Yes, love. Come on my cock for me, baby.”
His hands slide to my hips and his fingertips embed themselves on me.
It’s going to bruise, I’m going to feel him for days.
The hard sting melds with his dominating thrusts and pushes me over the edge, once again.
I’m rocking against him, a bead of sweat rolling down my spine, my hard pants against his neck.
It’s euphoric, it’s fucking heaven, sat on his lap as he thrusts into my sensitive sex.
He flips me onto my back, his cock never leaving me as he pushes my knees back against my chest. His jaw rolls and a wad of spit leaves his lips and in what might be the slowest, most jaw-dropping experience of my entire life, it hits my clit and his thumb seeks it out, rubbing it into me.
I’m swollen, drenching him. I thought I was done, thought I didn’t have anything left to give but the arrogant smirk tugging at his lips has my pussy in a chokehold.
“You liked that.”
Not a question.
“Tell me how much you fucking liked it, love. Show me.”
His abs clench with a sheen of sweat so lickable, I’m half tempted to ask him to roll back on his back so I can taste him.
But the feel of his unencumbered thrusts is too good.
One palm grips my calf as he lifts my leg up, dropping biting kisses on the inside of my ankle.
The other pressing down on my lower belly as his thumb plays with my clit, rolling in tight circles.
“Admit it…” he groans, his thrusts deepening.
“I loved it, Alfie, I want more. More of this, more of you. More of your cock.”
“Jesus, Mia. Come for me again, baby. Let me feel it whilst I have some semblance of control.”
He spits again with perfect precision and it’s like a detonator. The depraved feeling of his spit mixing with our cum has my head rolling back, tremors of pleasure rolling through me.
His thrusts grow jagged as he pushes my leg down and he lowers himself to groan into my mouth. His cock is pulsing inside me, his cum and mine seeping out of me.
He smiles, dropping a kiss against my lips and then my nose as he strokes the loose strands of hair away from my face.
We stare at each other for a few moments before I start to giggle.
“I can’t believe I sat on your face.”
“You came on my face, actually.”
“You spat on me.”
“I should have asked you if you wanted to try it before.” He frowns.
“Alfie, I loved it. I’ve never even thought I’d want to do something like that, but it was-” I huff out a breath. “Incredible.”
“We can talk about anything else you might want to try, or not try. I’ll do it properly next time, we can discuss it.”
I nod, shrugging. “I like trying new things, I’m not going to break, Alfie. And I’ll tell you if I don’t like something.”
“I know, love. I just don’t want to do anything that might bring up bad memories.”
Could I be anymore in love with this man? He’s so thoughtful and caring, it makes my heart ache. Alfie pulls me against his chest and I snuggle in, my finger tips running along his abs until he clenches and grabs my hand, biting at the tips playfully.
I twist my head and drop a kiss against his shoulder. “I’d like to point out that even though I quit today, I do need to find another job first.”
He chuckles. “I don’t think it will take you long.”
How can he be so sure? I’d been on a few of my work experience days with people I’ve met from our networking events, but none had jumped out at me as something I wanted to pursue.
The emergency room shadowing with Caleb was by far the most interesting.
You never knew what was going to happen, but it was always extreme, someone in the middle of a crisis or breakdown.
It was an adrenaline rush, jumping from patient to patient, making quick decisions and recommendations for immediate care.
Caleb asked my opinions, taking on board what I considered, but guiding me when I wasn’t sure.
He was very patient and completely different at work from how he had been at the Dinner Club and the charity ball.
There was no flirting at all, which made it clear to me he was just trying to wind Alfie up.
The only thing I keep coming back to is setting up a practice like Alfie has. Or working in one. It’s a similar environment to what I have now, and at a pace I like. It can be slow, but it’s thoughtful, and you can really see the improvements that are made as the weeks go on.
“We’ll see. I can’t say for sure, but I’m hoping something will crop up. Hopefully, before graduation at least.”
“It’ll work out. And besides, you have a job with me for as long as you need one. And it’s not like you need to worry about rent.”
“True. That has been amazing this year. I’ve saved so much money already.”
I look up at him, but he’s frowning, like the concept of me saving money isn’t one that sits well. I laugh. “You look like I’ve just told you I’m gifting all my money to the Raccoon Society.”
“Sorry, I was just thinking.”
“About the raccoons?”
“Yes,” he rolls his eyes. “About the raccoons. We must put more trash out to help them.”
I laugh, rolling over so I’m straddling him again.
“This really is exquisite,” he hums, his fingers trailing along the silk panels of the bodysuit.
“I’m glad you like it. I bought a few other things too.”
His eyebrows lift and his eyes widen at my admission. “Really?”
I nod slowly, biting my bottom lip. “Maybe I’ll wear one for you tomorrow night.”
“We’re going to Dinner Club tomorrow night. A celebratory one.”
“I know.” I bend forward so my lips brush against his. “And now you’ll be thinking about it all night, wondering what I have on underneath.”
“Love, you’re diabolical.”
I smile wickedly. “And hungry. Shall we eat?”
I feel his cock pulse beneath me, and I laugh at his scowl.
“Come on, I’ll make it up to you after we eat.”