12. CHAPTER TWELVE - INFERNO OF PASSION
Chapter twelve
CHAPTER TWELVE - INFERNO OF PASSION
I wasn’t sure how long we had stayed locked together on that couch, but eventually, we broke from the kiss, breathlessly panting as we gazed deep into each other’s eyes.
“Shall we take this to the bedroom?” I asked, and the way his eyes darkened was all the confirmation I needed.
We got off the couch, and I held his hand in mine, dragging him behind me and leading him to my bedroom.
As we entered, Alex turned to shut the door behind him, and I observed the muscles on his back curiously. Seeing how his shirt clung to his body, I realized it must have still been snowing outside.
He turned back to me, and I gave him a small smile before walking toward him, but he held up a hand to stop me. “Take off your clothes.”
I cocked my head to the side, and he chuckled at my reaction, leaning back on my dresser. “Do what I say. I want to watch you.”
Immediately, as the words left his mouth, I felt a surge of excitement flow deep inside of me. I didn't hesitate and started to wriggle out of my clothes. The cold fabric of my jeans and my robe hugged my body in a way that I hoped was enjoyable for him. At least it was probably entertaining. I slapped my socks off onto the floor. Finally, my top came up over my shoulders and exposed part of my body to him. I had intended to strip off completely, but I found some curious last well of decency within me and kept my underwear on.
“Take it all off,” he said huskily, his eyes trained on my body with an intensity that sent shudders through me.
Holding his gaze, I reached behind my back and unhooked my black lace bra, even as I wondered why I was doing it. He sucked in his breath but did not try to touch me. I took my time hanging my bra on the hook. I did the same when I stepped out of my panties. I was in the process of folding them up when he pushed himself off the dresser and took them from me. "These are mine now," he said.
His gaze drifted to the bathroom door, and I saw a mischievous glint flash in his eyes for a brief moment. “Get in the shower,” he said in a deep and authoritative voice that clearly left no room for argument.
The water was still cold when I stepped under the shower, and my nipples instantly hardened under the icy jets coming from the faucets. I cried out. It was almost painful. Soon, though, the water warmed up. In the mirror behind him, I watched myself. The water coursed down my body. I had never showered in front of someone before, but now, as I looked at myself, naked and wet, I saw how sensual it looked.
He'd unbuttoned his starched white dress shirt so that it hung open, revealing a smooth, chiseled torso above his belted slacks. “Lather yourself up for me, Lil.”
Almost immediately, I grabbed my body wash on the corner shelf, and I squeezed the gel onto my breasts and legs, rubbing it into a soapy lather. As I did this, he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. It was thick and smooth, and when he started stroking it, I felt my pussy tense up. It knew what it wanted was across the room.
I let the water wash away all the foam and bubbles and adjusted one of the pressure jets so it hit me between the legs. "Yes," he whispered, stroking his cock faster. "Make yourself come. I want to see you come."
My self-consciousness melted away as I pressed my hips against the jet so the stream hit my clitoris slantwise—straight-on was too intense. "Oh my god," I groaned as I ground my hips against the stream. "So fucking good."
I let my head rest against the marble wall and imagined the water was his tongue running up and down the inside of my pussy, then flicking my clitoris with intensity. I could feel my body begin to spasm and heat up, and I knew I was close. But I wanted him, wanted him close to me when I came.
I called out to him, and he appeared out of the steamy fog on the edge of the shower. I pulled his shirt off and pushed his pants down off his hips, watching as he kicked them off his ankles. Then I fell to my knees under the stream, falling from the shower. His cock was hard as stone and smooth; it was beautiful. I took him in my mouth. He put his hands on the back of my head as I moved my lips up and down the shaft, letting my tongue run the length from the base to the crease under the swollen head. He groaned. “Fucking hell!”
The water spilled down my face. My lips were wet as I pleasured him. I could feel his veins under my tongue. He put his hands on the wall above the shower to steady himself and looked down at me, a strange smile on his lips. "You have no fucking idea how good you look right now."
I put my hand between my legs and began rubbing my clitoris in the same small circles I used when I was alone. "Fuck yes," he said. He started thrusting gently against me, and I let his cock slide deeper into my mouth with each movement until it hit the curve of my throat, tracing the arc, then pulling back again.
"Oh, my fucking god." Hearing his pleasure like this drove me to the very edge of my own orgasm, and I felt everything falling away so that it was just me and this enormous fizzing pleasure. But just as I was about to let myself fall into it, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and threw his head back, letting out a deep groan.
Suddenly, he went still as a stone statue for a moment. Then he shuddered and made an animal-like sound that seemed to come from the deepest part of him. As his cum sprayed on the bathroom floor, I watched him, my need overshadowing me. His pleasure pushed me into the endless expanse of my own orgasm.
He fell against the wall and tried to catch his breath. Under the shower, I also felt like my limbs had turned to rubber. He looked over at me, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “I can’t hold out anymore, I have to have you.”