Chapter Five #3
She was soft and sweet and tart all at once. Deliciously hesitant one second and then bold the next. She wound her arms around his neck and pressed closer and Axel’s hands moved over her, learning her curves, spreading his fingers across her ass and squeezing the firm flesh.
She nipped at his lower lip and then smoothed it with her tongue. Axel heard himself growl softly. He wanted more. He put his hand to her head, fingers in her silky hair, angling her so that he could plunder and taste all of her.
After a few minutes she pulled back breathing harshly, opening dazed eyes. ‘Wow…you’re a good kisser.’
‘So are you.’
Axel’s hand was on the curve of her waist. The bodice of the dress was gaping and Axel’s hands itched to tug it down, explore her breasts. He said, ‘OK if I move?’
Hope nodded. Hair mussed, cheeks pink. Mouth swollen. Axel’s cock was so hard it hurt. He tugged her up to sitting and then he lifted her onto his lap, her thighs spread over his, straddling him. The bottom of the dress was up around the tops of her thighs.
Axel pulled the bodice of the dress down. He feasted his gaze on her. She had the most beautiful breasts. Small but perfectly formed. Plump and pert. Pink nipples. Hard. He brought his hands up the sides of her bare torso and felt her shiver minutely.
He dragged his gaze up. ‘OK?’
She was looking at him with wide eyes and she nodded. Axel could almost span her back with his hands and then he urged her head back towards his and kissed her again. They were going to have to take this slow because he’d never been so turned on.
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Axel’s hands were hot on Hope’s skin. The way he’d just looked at her now, and at her breasts—which she’d never thought of as all that special—had almost made her melt into a puddle in his lap.
She could feel his erection pressing against the tender point between her legs. She wanted to move against him but didn’t have the courage. So she let him take the lead. And now he was kissing her again and, honestly, she’d never experienced anything so mind-meltingly delicious.
He tasted divine. And if she stopped to think for a second about who she was kissing her mind might implode. So she didn’t. She pressed closer, until he moved her back a little and broke the kiss.
She was dizzy. Breathing harshly. And then his hands were on her breasts. Cupping them. Testing their weight. Teasing her tingling nipples with his thumbs, moving back and forth. Hope moved against him, feeling a stirring in her core. An ache for more.
He came forward and put his mouth on her breast, surrounding one taut peak in heat and moisture and sucking and she tried to clamp her thighs together to stem the rush of heat between her legs but she couldn’t and Axel put his other hand there, between her legs, fingers sliding under her gossamer-thin underwear and the feel of his fingers against her bare skin and now moving inside her along with his mouth on her breast was the most exciting collection of sensations she’d ever experienced.
She’d never known sex could be this electric.
Was she undulating against his hand? Hope didn’t know, but she was caught up in some ancient rhythm and suddenly the tension built and built until it reached a plateau and then she fell into wave upon throbbing wave of bliss.
She buried her head in his neck, overcome with sensation, his hand still between her legs, cupping her. He’d just made her come, with his wicked mouth and hand.
She’d had orgasms before, when she’d touched herself, but never like this. Waves were still ebbing through her body.
She lifted her head and he said, ‘You’re so responsive, moro mou, it’s seriously sexy.’
‘What does that mean? Moro…moo?’ Her tongue felt thick, unwieldy.
Something flickered over his face for a moment and then he said, ‘It’s Greek, a term of endearment.’
And then he said, ‘If we don’t move, I’m going to take you on this couch.’
Hope said, ‘I don’t think I can walk.’ She felt like jelly all over.
‘Hold on.’
She did and Axel rose in a fluid motion from the couch and carried her out of the living area and into the hall and then up the stairs. Thankfully there didn’t seem to be anybody else about.
She was half naked. He was still fully dressed. He brought her to his bedroom and she had a glimpse of dark luxurious furnishings. But she didn’t care about that. They could have been in a hut on the side of a mountain.
Axel put her down on the side of the bed and Hope watched him as he stripped, revealing himself to her. Fully clothed the man was a titan. Formidable. Astounding.
Naked, he was simply…ridiculous. His skin was dark golden. There wasn’t one inch that wasn’t honed to perfection. Muscles defined and rippling. He was a god. Literally.
Her gaze tracked down from his broad chest to washboard-flat abdomen, narrow hips and the cradle of his masculinity where there was no mistaking how he felt about her.
His erection was big. She’d never thought of that part of the male anatomy as particularly beautiful, but he was beautiful. And potent.
He said, ‘Hope, I can’t wait much longer.’
She looked up, mouth drying at the way he was staring at her. She stood up and felt gloriously unselfconscious in her nakedness. She tugged the dress off and then her underwear. She lay back on the bed. She’d never felt so in the moment. All concerns and considerations gone.
Axel emitted something else in Greek. Hope felt a little thrill to think that she was witnessing his civility being stripped away.
His golden gaze tracked all over her body and then he disappeared into the bathroom.
Hope came up on her elbows, but then he was back and rolling a protective sheath onto his erection and Hope felt a moment of regret that they’d have a barrier.
She wanted to feel him skin on skin. She wanted to feel him explode inside her.
It was a desire rooted in something very primal. An urge to mate.
Thank God he couldn’t read her mind. He would be gone so fast she’d have whiplash. And also, since when had she felt a powerful urge to procreate? She knew she wanted family some day, but it had been an abstract thing, not a…driving need.
It was as if, since meeting Axel, her biological clock had started ticking in earnest.
She moved back on the bed, taking up space in the middle. And then his hands were on her legs, pushing them apart. She’d never been so exposed in front of someone but she felt heady with adrenalin and excitement.
Axel came down on his hands over her and lowered his head to hers, covering her mouth with his. Drugging her with a deep kiss, not touching any other part of her body yet.
Then his mouth moved down, trailing along her jaw, and neck, shoulder.
Her breath came quicker as he moved closer to her breasts—she was aching for his touch again and he didn’t disappoint, lavishing attention on each peak in turn until Hope was writhing under him, hands seeking to find purchase on any part of his body.
Fingers struggling to wrap around his biceps, then tangling in his thick hair as he moved down, over her belly and down further to where her legs were splayed in wanton invitation to take her.
He put his hands on her thighs and knelt before her.
‘You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.’
Hope was too delirious with lust to argue.
He was looking at her as if he’d never seen a woman before. It was unbelievably flattering. That sensation of feeling so…chosen hit her again and she had to push it down because it was dangerous.
He came down before her and she felt his breath on her inner thighs, then his mouth and tongue.
She gripped the sheets under her hand and held on for dear life as Axel used his tongue and mouth on her, finding the sweet hot spot between her legs where every nerve ending was screaming for release again.
And it didn’t take long. She exploded within seconds.
She might have been embarrassed if her brain hadn’t liquefied.
Axel was over her now, on his hands, his body between her legs.
‘OK?’
All Hope could do was nod. She was boneless. And yet, as she took in Axel’s muscles bunching as he fought to give her time, she felt her inner muscles fluttering. She knew that whatever she’d experienced up to now had been a mere precursor.
‘I’m ready, Axel…’ It did occur to her to tell him exactly how inexperienced she was but right in that moment she was afraid to burst the bubble.
‘We’ll take it slow, hm?’
Hope nodded, feeling a sliver of trepidation. He was so much bigger than her. And yet she knew instinctively that they’d fit. He came down closer, and the head of his erection pushed against the folds of her sex.
She said, ‘It’s OK, Axel, you can— Oh.’
He’d thrust into her as she’d said those words and Hope’s whole body went still as she felt the discomfort, bordering on pain.
Axel was looking down at her, eyes glittering, cheeks flushed, sweat on his brow. Incredulous. ‘Hope, are you…a virgin?’
She bit her lip, and then said in a rush, ‘I didn’t want you not to make love to me… I thought maybe you wouldn’t notice.’
She felt Axel tensing, about to draw back, and in spite of the discomfort she put her hands on his hips and said, ‘No, please…keep going, Axel, it’s OK.
I know it doesn’t mean anything.’ Except the words felt like dirt in her mouth because it all felt like something very much indeed.
But if he stopped now and pulled away and turned his back on her it would be the worst kind of rejection. ‘Please,’ she begged. ‘Don’t stop.’