Chapter 34 ALEX
I COMPLIED, NEVER SHIFTING MY GAZE as I watched Nancy peel away her sweats to reveal a pair of baby-pink high-cut knickers and nothing else. My eyes widened. She climbed onto the bed, sensual yet vulnerable, and straddled me.
I gave her a lopsided smile that hid my nerves and tucked my hands behind my head.
She took a drop of cognac on the end of her finger and let it drip onto one of the scars on my right pec, then she ran her tongue along the marked skin.
I closed my eyes and sat with the tension coursing through my body.
She poured liquor into the groove of my six-pack, which rolled lazily down to my navel. My cock flexed against her thigh as she dipped down and licked away every drop. She slid back onto my quads, there was the sound of glass clinking on glass, then her hands were on my belt buckle.
“Is this okay?” she whispered.
I nodded, unable to speak, and pressed my head into my palms, locking my arms to give her free roam.
She undid the top button of my trousers, then slid the zip down, grazing my dick through the fabric.
I arched my hips so she could shift down my trousers and trunks, baring me.
The cool air brushed over my legs, and my heartbeat rose to the blind exposure, but still, I squeezed my eyes shut, letting go of my control.
I wasn’t a boy being pinned and beaten, my eyes closed tight so I didn’t have to watch the rage on Father’s face, wondering if this time was my last. Everything about this moment stood in contrast. No pain, fear, or anger. Only intimacy. I was safe in her hands, and it felt heavenly.
She stroked her fingers up the grooves of my hip flexors and around to my erection lying hard against my belly. Her grip was light, as if shaping clay, and I shifted, desperate for her hand to fist around me. Instead, she leaned to one side, then a single drop hit my tip.
She let the liquor trail down my hardened shaft before licking from base to slit, leaving a trail of saliva to tingle over straining muscle. I hissed, readying for her mouth to envelop me, but instead, she drew away.
“Nancy…” My voice sounded hoarse with need, but I kept my eyes shut tight, bound to her. After a few moments, she straddled me again, but now it was her warm, bare flesh that pressed against me. I groaned, fidgeting, my hands clutching my hair, dying for more contact.
She rose, still holding me, and stroked my crown back and forth over her arousal. “Shall I keep going?”
“Please!” Pretty fucking please! She rocked forward, then my tip was squeezed. My eyes snapped open. “Damn it, you’re so tight!”
“You’re so much bigger than my vibrator!” She gasped in unison.
“You’ve been prepping?”
“Of course, you’re not exactly small!” She wriggled to accommodate me, rising and then falling a little further each time until I was buried. Then she didn’t move, just took little breaths, in and out, and let her head fall back, her raw pleasure reflected in the skylight.
I kneaded her breasts, dying for movement. She clenched around me with a moan, then rose excruciatingly slow. The pressure almost made me come, but I bit into my cheek, holding back my climax.
I stroked down the curve of her waist and felt her confidence build with each rise and fall.
She was slick with arousal, rolling her hips to take a little more each time.
I pressed my palm to her pelvis, holding her firm as I circled her clit with the pad of my thumb, matching her rhythm until she was groaning, clamped tight around me. But I needed her closer.
I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her onto my chest. Teasing her higher with one hand, my other stroked up and down the soft skin of her back, setting off little shivers and moans that drove me wild.
I watched our bodies writhe as a perfect fit in the reflection of the skylight, like a classical sculpture come to life.
Then I began to pump.
She held on to me and met each of my thrusts with a sharp inhale, so wet now she could take me to the hilt.
Her body squirmed on top of me, close to release.
“You feel so good, bella,” I whispered into her ear.
“I’m not stopping till you come for me.” She throbbed, just needing a little push.
I grazed my nails over her buttocks, then gripped down, tilting her hips so I could stroke across her G-spot.
She gasped and dug her fingers into my shoulders, releasing a cry as her orgasm rippled out from her centre.
Clinging to her, I thrust every inch, again and again, until I emptied with a long, animalistic groan.
It was like nothing I’d felt before. It was the most sublime feeling imaginable—pure surrender.
We lay chest to chest, rising and falling as we caught our breath, sweaty and spent. “You’re incredible,” I whispered, stroking her hair. Nancy wrapped herself around me and sighed contentedly. I breathed in our rich musk and planted a groggy kiss on her lips.
“SHAUN, lights off.”