39. Chelsi
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
chelsi
Holding Alex’s hand, we walk down the long hallway to his apartment as he carries my overnight bag.
Each step increases the excitement and nervousness coursing within me.
It’s not like I’m inexperienced with what’s about to happen—exactly the opposite.
However, I’ve never slept with anyone who had this type of emotional hold on me.
It makes what we’re about to do even more monumental. Special. Life-changing.
“Here we are,” Alex says, stopping outside his front door and getting out his keys. He lets out a ragged breath, making me wonder if he’s feeling the same way I am. If tonight is going to be as important to him as it will for me.
The door opens, and Alex gestures for me to walk in first. My senses are overtaken by the woodsy leather scent that is uniquely his. A smell that will forever be burned in my mind and tied to him. One I would greatly miss if I never had the chance to inhale it again.
Alex sets my bag down on the coffee table and runs a hand through his hair. He appears slightly unsettled, like he’s nervous, too.
Where has my sexy, take-charge boyfriend gone? Is it easier for him to be more vocal and dominant when we’re not physically together? Does this mean he’ll be more timid in the bedroom? My mind swirls with possibilities, and my anxiety increases.
He turns to look at me, taking my hands in his. “I want tonight to be special for us. Can you give me a couple of minutes to finish setting up my room?”
I nod rapidly, more times than needed, but I can’t help myself. “Do you mind if I use the guest bathroom to freshen up?”
He kisses my forehead. “Of course, gorgeous. Make yourself at home. I want you to be as comfortable as possible here.” He kisses me again before heading toward his room and shutting the door.
Stealing my nerves, I grab my bag and head to the bathroom. He’s not the only one who wants our first evening together to be memorable. It’s why I spent way too much money at the lingerie store this weekend, wanting to find the perfect outfit that would set him ablaze when he sees me wearing it.
Quickly, I take off my clothes and fold them before changing into the black lace bra, matching thong, garter belt, and sheer black thigh-highs.
Running my fingers through my hair, I tousle the roots to give it some extra volume and added bounce to my curls.
I swipe on a layer of lip balm and take one final look in the mirror before walking out.
Adrenaline races through me as I enter the living room to find his door still closed.
I let out a breath, placing my bag on the coffee table as I canvas the room, looking for the best place to position myself.
Sitting on the couch is too boring. Propping myself against the kitchen table requires him to search the room to find me.
I want a spot where I can take his breath away as soon as he sees me.
That’s when the ideal solution enters my mind. Trying to move quietly, I position myself outside his bedroom door. Standing with both hands on my hips, I wait patiently.
What’s a few more minutes when we’ve been counting down every second for the whole weekend? Hell, if I’m being honest, I think I’ve been waiting for him my entire life. Every choice leading me to this man—the one I’m meant to be with forever.
My heart stills at the thought that Alex might be the last man I ever sleep with. That after tonight, it could only be him for the rest of my days. There aren’t enough words to describe how hopeful it makes me. How blessed I would be if that’s what happened.
And that’s when it hits me—I might be in love with him.
Before I can process this realization, the door flings open, and Alex’s mouth drops. His eyes slowly rove down my body, sending a heat of desire to my core. Pouring gasoline on the fire that’s been building within me for days. The one he started, and only he can put out.
“You look….” He covers his mouth with his hand as his eyes flash with a deep hunger. “You look so fucking mine.”
He snags his arms around my waist, pulling me tight against his firm chest. For a moment, we’re both speechless, our eyes silently communicating how we feel as our hearts pound in unison, our breathing labored.
“Chelsi, you are my every fantasy. Better than anything I could’ve dreamed up. I’m so grateful you’re mine,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my ears. “You look incredible.”
“I bought it for you,” I whisper, gazing up at him.
A sly grin spreads across his face, and I know I made the right choice in buying a new outfit.
It isn’t about what I’m wearing as much as it’s about wanting our first time to involve clothes only he’s seen and touched.
I didn’t want old memories to taint anything we share tonight.
It’s why I almost impulsively purchased all new bras, panties, and lingerie—wanting to rid my life of anything any other man has seen.
That’s still my long-term goal, but it felt like a wiser decision to wait until I’m in a more financially stable situation before making that type of investment.
He lets go of my waist, takes my hand, and leads me into his bedroom.
I can’t control my shock at the countless candles filling every available surface, creating a beautiful glow throughout the space.
His bedding is a mix of navy, light gray, and cream, with multiple pillows strategically placed on it.
There’s a large lounge chair in the corner with a cozy blanket draped over the arm, next to a small table with a stack of books on it.
This room looks lived in. Like his sanctuary. One he’s welcoming me into.
When I glance at the bed again, my thighs clench. “Is that… Are those straps on your bed?” I ask, praying my eyes aren’t deceiving me and his previous promise of tying me up is about to come true.
His eyes darken, and I damn near explode. Any worry I had about him being shy instantly disappears. He’s about to ruin me for all other men, and I can’t fucking wait.
“Did you forget what I said? How I was going to tie you to my bed and fuck you senseless once you gave me your heart. I plan on making good on that promise all night long, Chelsi.” He drags his fingertips up my side, raising goosebumps down my arms and my legs.
“How do you want our first time to be? I can fuck you soft and slow. Or hard and fast. Your choice.”
“I want you to tie me up. Tease me. Then, fuck me so hard I still feel your cock inside me days later.”
A wicked grin flashes across his face, like I’m making his dreams come true.
What he doesn’t know is he’s doing the same for me.
There is something so intoxicating about a man who is clear about what he wants, while also making consent such an imperative part of the conversation.
It’s one of the many reasons why I trust Alex with my heart and body.
“Your wish is my command,” Alex replies, crashing his mouth to mine with such fervor I can’t think straight.
His hands trail up my sides until they reach the bottom of my breasts.
I moan into his mouth when his fingers brush over my nipples, making them instantly hard.
His erection presses against my stomach through his jeans as I instinctively reach for his belt, ready to take it off along with his pants.
Desperate to get fewer barriers between us.
“Not so fast, gorgeous.” He takes a step away, removing his hands from my body. “Remember, I’m in control in the bedroom. You told me what you want, so now it’s up to me to deliver. Are you ready to be a good girl and listen?”
Holy fuck! Yes, I am. I’d do whatever this man wants if it means I get his mouth between my legs and his cock inside me.
“Yes,” I pant, eager to have his touch on me again. “What do you want me to do?”
“Climb onto the bed. It’s time for me to tie you up.”
Without a word, I scurry across the room and lie down on his cloud-like duvet, spreading my arms and legs out like I’m making a snow angel.
He stalks toward me, not taking his eyes off my body as he removes my lingerie methodically, not touching any of the places I want.
Then, he reaches for each of the straps, slipping them over one ankle and tightening.
He does the same for my other ankle and both wrists.
“God, you’re so gorgeous. Seeing you strapped to my bed is making me rock hard.”
I squirm a tiny bit, testing my ability to move. The restraints are snug, but not painful. “Show me. I want to see your cock.”
“All in due time. I have to get my mouth on your first. You’ll get my cock after you come on my tongue at least once.
” He removes his shirt, tossing it onto the floor, followed by his jeans.
He stands at the edge of the bed in black boxers, looking at me like I’m a goddamn snack he can’t wait to devour.
“Maybe twice. I want you dripping wet before I fuck you.”
“What are you waiting for, then?”
He crawls between my legs, bending them slightly to give him more access.
“Can’t wait to taste this pussy. Been dreaming about drowning myself in your arousal ever since I tasted you.
” His index finger dances up my inner thigh, skirting across my wet folds as the heat between my thighs intensifies.
Gazing up at me, his face turns serious.
“I’ll be the last man to taste you, Chelsi.
No one else will ever touch you like this again.
Only me.” He pauses for a few seconds. “Tell me that’s what you want. Me and only me. Forever.”
Is it possible for your heart and pussy to explode at the same time?
Because that’s exactly how I’m feeling. I’m so turned on while also overwhelmed with knowing tonight will be my last first time.
From now on, it’ll only be him. And I’m lucky enough to know it’s happening. To savor every second of it.
“Yes, Alex. You’re the one I want. Please put your mouth on me.”
All the seriousness disappears from his face, replaced with a primal hunger I’ve never seen.
“You don’t have to ask me twice.”
He takes one long lick up my pussy, curling his tongue at the very end when he reaches my clit.
It’s unexpected in the best of ways and causes my back to bow off the bed.
Using a pattern of short strokes, he goes to town, eating me out like I’m the last meal he’s going to have and he’s starved.
Just when I’m getting used to having his tongue against my pussy, he runs his nose up my center, his stubble adding to the sensation.
“Oh my God, Alex. This feels…”
“Do you like to have my face buried in your warm, wet pussy?” he asks, not taking his mouth off me. “I could do this for hours. You’re the best goddamn meal I’ve ever had.”
My legs began to quake when he sucks on my clit for the first time, pulling it deep into his mouth like he’s drinking it through a straw.
That’s all it takes for my orgasm to start building, every flick, lick, and suction bringing me one step closer to the top of the hill.
As if he can sense I’m almost there, he slides two fingers inside me and pumps them rapidly.
The combination of his mouth and fingers ratchets up the inferno between my legs, making me desperate for relief. Needing to come before I die.
“Fuck. I need to come, Alex.” My hips wiggle, trying to get closer to his face, chasing any additional friction possible.
“Come for me, Chelsi,” he groans into my drenched pussy.
Then he relentlessly sucks on my clit while doing a come-hither motion with his fingers. When he hits the spot deep inside me at the same moment his lips are wrapped tightly around my clit, I’m a goner. Unable to stop the orgasm building within me.
“Oh my fucking God!” My back completely arches off the bed as I buck my hip, riding out the high of this massive orgasm. One I’ll never forget and will compare to all others for the rest of my life.
He doesn’t stop tonguefucking or fingerfucking me, refusing to let up until my body goes limp. Only then does he remove his mouth and fingers from my pussy.
Still between my legs, he makes a deliberate show of licking his lips and sucking his fingers clean, wanting me to know how much he loves my taste. Confirming every word he said earlier was the truth.
“I don’t know how I’m going to handle your cock after that. You just wrecked my pussy.”
He chuckles. “We’re just getting started, Chelsi. You have a long night ahead of you.” He moves up my body, caging me in beneath him. “I plan on spending the next few hours fucking you in so many different ways you’ll forget every man that came before me. From now on…you’re mine.”