Chapter 10 #2
His lips lifted from my nipple as my chest rose and fell with the deep breaths I needed to take.
He lifted off of me with one hand and placed the other on my stomach.
His eyes once again stayed locked on mine as I grinned while his fingers moved down until they reached the button on my jeans. He grinned, “Dreamt of this.”
“Same,” I whispered as I lifted my ass so he could remove them.
Somewhere in my room, I heard a phone ring.
Neither of us moved.
He slid my jeans down my legs and tossed them to the floor.
The ringing stopped.
He looked at my black lace panties, then looked at me, searching my eyes for something.
Not knowing what he was looking for, my body writhed in need, then I breathed, “Hurry.”
I knew he saw what he needed because a smile lit his handsome face, and then he lowered his mouth to my hips.
Kissing my hipbones. Swiping his tongue over the valleys and ridges.
And then... I watched as he used his teeth to pull my panties from my body.
Then his lips skimmed up my left leg, then my right, until finally, his mouth was right where I needed him the most.
He looked up at me, and I lifted my hips to his mouth. He chuckled, and then I felt him part my folds with his tongue, hitting my clit. My head fell back onto the pillows, and... my back arched.
He growled against my pussy.
I lost every conscious thought I’d ever had as he worked his tongue over my most sensitive area.
Somewhere, I heard a phone ring again, but I was too lost in the pleasure he was giving my body.
I felt him insert a finger into me, stretching me.
It burned at first, and then the burn was gone, replaced by need.
He inserted a second finger into me as his tongue swiped over my clit, and then he pulled it between his lips.
My back arched.
My hands fisted into the comforter.
And then... after the burn subsided, even more need hit my body.
He worked my clit with his fingers inside of me, and then he entered a third.
And that stretch. That pressure. That spot.
My eyes closed of their own volition, and then my body lit up like fireworks.
My core tightened, and then I moaned, “Honey,” as my release fell out of me and onto his fingers.
He growled as he pulled his fingers out and then inserted his tongue inside of me.
My back bowed off the bed yet again.
And only once my body had calmed from the first orgasm I’d ever had did he do the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
He brought the fingers that were inside of me to his mouth and sucked them clean, groaning as he did so.
“Know now what heaven tastes like. Addicted to it,” he growled.
Another stream of wetness fell from my core.
“Alexander,” I moaned.
He winked as he moved up my body, and somehow, he’d lost his boxer briefs because I felt him against my stomach.
He lowered his head and pressed a kiss to my lips. My tongue swiped out, and I tasted myself on him. It should have freaked me out, but tasting my juices on him, the man that was mine, flipped some kind of switch inside of me that I didn’t even know I had.
“I’m going to make love to you now,” he whispered against my lips.
I grinned, “Make me yours, Alexander. Please.”
He stared down into my eyes, “Do one thing for me, yeah?”
I whispered, “Anything.”
“Keep those eyes locked with mine, yeah?”
“Why?” I asked as I ran my fingers through his hair.
A low moan erupted from him at my touch.
“Because I want to watch you come apart because of me. Need to know that it was me who gave you that.”
I nodded.
Only then did he shift his hips to line his cock with my entrance.
And I did it for him.
I kept my eyes locked with his.
Slowly, he started to enter me, and then he stopped, “Fuck.”
“What?” I asked as my hands wrapped around his biceps.
“Condom,” he growled.
“All of you, Alexander. All of you.”
“Star Shine,” he moaned.
“Besides, because of heavy periods, I’m on the shot. It’s okay.” I lifted my head and pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw.
And then, and only then, did I demand, “Now give me you.”
His eyes went heated, his nostrils flared, his jaw ticked, then he nodded, “Yes, ma’am.”
And then he did it.
His cock entered me.
Slowly at first.
And then he pulled back and groaned as he pushed another inch inside of me, “Fuck me.”
I smiled, “Yes, Alexander.”
“Tease,” he muttered.
He pulled out, then slowly pushed back inside.
“If it’s too much, tell me, and I’ll stop,” he promised.
I nodded. But I wouldn’t be telling him that.
Ever.
He pulled out and pushed back inside once, twice, then a third time, and then he stilled, his eyes flared, “Fuck me. Mine. All fucking mine.”
I moaned, “Yours, Alexander. Yours.”
He pulled back, then whispered, “Now or never, Star Shine.”
“Now,” I groaned.
He shoved through my barrier, and then he stilled once he was fully inside me.
His cock stretched me to the point of pain, but I loved it.
He was still.
So still.
His body was tight.
“Move, Alexander. Please.”
He nodded, “Gimme a minute, baby. Never done this before. The only thing my cock has known is my hand. Trying not to come.”
I giggled. I couldn’t help it.
He groaned, “Star Shine.”
I tried not to giggle again, but I couldn’t help it.
He growled as he pinched the side of my ass, “Stop it.”
I bit my lip and then tried to stop it.
Once I succeeded, he winked, then pulled out of me and pushed back in.
And then... something seemed to snap inside him.
He slammed into me. Over and over.
My eyes stayed locked with his.
My hand braced against the headboard.
His eyes flared.
He lifted my leg and wrapped it around his hips, then thrust into me even deeper.
As I looked into his eyes, the words almost slipped from my lips.
Almost.
But I beat them back.
I’d read books.
I knew that sometimes when you say it in the heat of the moment, it might not mean as much as you need to convey.
So, I held them in as his eyes heated.
Over and over, with powerful thrusts from his magnificent body, he slammed into me.
And then, I felt it.
He hit that spot.
That oh-so-sweet spot.
It started to build inside me.
Until he growled, “Not without me.”
And then, even harder, he slammed into me.
His hips slammed into mine.
The headboard was banging against the wall.
My breasts were bouncing.
And then... he rotated his hips, pulled out, then slammed inside me, “Now, Star Shine. Fucking now.”
And like a bomb going off, I detonated.
He stilled inside me.
Then we both came together in a passion that had the most magnificent colors of blues, purples, reds, and oranges that seemed to float around us in a haze.
Once we both came back down from that high, he asked, “Did I hurt you?”
“Only in the best of ways.” I sighed in contentment.
He nodded, then pressed a tender kiss on my lips, and then he pulled out of me, and I watched as he pouted.
I giggled.
He chuckled, “I didn’t want to leave your heat, but you need a hot shower for your muscles.”
And before I could respond, I was up in his arms, bridal style, as he carried me to the bathroom.
That was when I experienced my first time showering with another person.
It was truly one of the most magnificent moments of my life.
His touch was tender as he washed and conditioned my hair.
Swiping the soapy loofah over my shoulders, my breasts, my stomach, then he stilled right between my thighs, “Kind of don’t want to wash this. Like knowing it’s my cum sliding down your thighs.”
I shrugged. “Fine with me. I like having you. All of you.”
He groaned, and I watched as his cock slowly started to harden.
I smiled and licked my lips.
He growled, “No. You're going to be sore after your first time. No.”
I pouted.
He winked, then pressed a tender kiss on my lips and finished washing me.
And then I washed him.
As I ran the loofah over his back, he rested his forearms on the wall.
And... well... I also discovered that water makes for an excellent lubricant.
Because my hand wrapped around his cock.
His hips thrust once.
I tightened my grip, moved it up his cock, and leaned into him. I whispered, “Tell me how you like it.”
He thrust his hips again, his cock sliding through my grip, “Like that.”
“Yeah?” I asked as I worked my hand over the length of his cock.
His hips thrust once, twice, and then he moaned, “Creedence.”
Thankfully, my head was under his arm, so I watched as his cum spurted out of the tip of his cock and onto the shower wall.
His head hung then.
I grinned as I let his cock go and then rounded his body.
His arm lifted to grant me access.
I bent my knees so I could kiss his lips.
“You ever done that before?” he asked as he tilted his head to the spray.
I shook my head, “No. But I read about it in one of my books. Wanted to try it with the right guy.”
He looked back down at me, then pressed a kiss on the tip of my nose, “Glad as fuck I’m the right guy.”
I giggled.
Once we finished, he dried me off, and there in the bathroom, his hand tangled in my wet hair, he whispered, “Never could have thought a dream would come true. But you gave it to me. Thank you.”
I smiled up at him.
Moments later, we were lying on the top of my bed. He’d pulled on his boxers, and I’d slipped on a nightshirt and panties.
My head was resting on his bicep, and his fingers were running along my spine.
“How long have you had that dream?” I asked.
“Since the moment I laid eyes on you in that hospital room,” he said.
“What took you so long?” I teased.
He chuckled, “You said it. It wouldn’t have meant as much.”
A yawn escaped my control.
“Let’s get you to sleep.” He winked as he pressed a kiss on my temple, then shifted us so he could grab the covers, and then he pulled them over us.
Once he had them in place, he pulled me tighter into his body.
My head rested right over his heart. I whispered, “You know, I always sleep on the side you’re lying on.”
He chuckled, “That’s fine when your dad is here ‘cause he’s closer to the front door than you are. But with me, you're always going to be the farthest from entry.”
I frowned, “Why?”
“‘Cause someone breaks into this house, they gotta go through me to get to you. Nothing’s getting through me.”
My body melted at his words.
Needing to tell him all that his words meant to me, I pressed a kiss right over his heart and lingered my lips there on that spot.
“She likes that,” he whispered.
“No. I love that.”
He hummed.
Then... I felt it.
I needed to say it.
I felt it when he was inside me on a level I couldn’t begin to comprehend, but it wasn’t the right time... and now, after what we just shared, I lifted up on an elbow so I could look into those eyes that were only visible because of the moonlight filtering in through my bedroom window.
“Alexander?” I asked.
His eyes were smiling while his face was relaxed, “Yeah, Star Shine?”
“I love you,” I said with as much meaning as I could.
His eyes stared into mine, then he whispered, “I love you, too.”
There was something in his eyes, something I couldn’t read.
And I didn’t like it. Not one fucking bit.
I opened my mouth to ask what was wrong but thought better of it.
I knew Alexander.
I knew that if he wanted me to know something, he would tell me.
And him keeping this to himself... he’d earned that and so much more.
Sadly... I should have talked to him.
Maybe I could have changed his mind.
Instead, I shifted so my body was curled into his side, my head resting back over his heart, and then I allowed my eyes to drift closed as I snuggled into his embrace.
I was starting to fall asleep when I felt him press his lips to the top of my head, and while his lips were still there, I could have sworn I heard him whisper three words: “I’m sorry, Star Shine.”