Chapter 20 #2
“I’m not. You are my husband. It feels inevitable that we’re going to do this at some point. And I want to do it now.”
For an awful moment, I’m certain he’s going to turn me down—again.
“Fuck,” he finally growls. His hand glides from the top of my arm to the edge of my towel, and without any further warning, he tugs it open and lets it fall to the floor.
My cheeks heat as he studies my body intently. No one has ever seen me naked, and this is a man who’s accustomed to dating some of the most beautiful women in the world. I can’t help but worry I won’t measure up.
That self-consciousness makes me try to cover my breasts with my hands, but he takes hold of my wrists and pins them to my sides.
“Don’t ever hide your body from me, Alana,” he says, his voice low and gravelly and his hungry gaze melting my core.
His appreciation is enough to chase away my doubts, even as my heart slams against my ribcage.
He lets go of my wrists and steps back, greedily raking his eyes over my entire body.
It feels like an eternity before he speaks.
“You are fucking beautiful.” He returns his hands to the wall beside my head and presses his firm body to my softer one.
Heat coils deep in my belly. The space between my thighs pulses with need.
“So fucking beautiful.” He seals his lips over mine, forces his tongue into my mouth, and kisses me fiercely.
The hard muscles of his body feel so good against me, and I whimper into his mouth, experiencing an intense flood of warmth between my thighs. Alejandro grinds his rock-hard length into my abdomen. Instinctively, I rub myself on him.
He breaks the kiss and growls, “Fuck, Alana!” With one powerful hand, he cups my jaw, holding my face still while he drinks me in. “Go and lie on the bed for me.”
On shaky legs, I do as he commands, my body alight with nerves and excitement. Whatever has passed between us before, I trust Alejandro with this. And if his kisses are any indication, I am in for the night of my life.
I lie back on the bed and watch him undress.
Alejandro peeling off his clothes is a sight I’d pay good money to see.
Moving torturously slow, he slips his shirt over his broad shoulders and down his muscular forearms, revealing his toned, tattooed torso.
Next, he unfastens his belt, and his thick fingers tug on the leather as he slides it off.
His eyes remain fixed on me while he unzips his pants and pushes them down his powerful thighs, along with his boxer briefs, to reveal his huge cock, standing thick and proud and glistening with pre-cum.
I swallow hard, wondering how on earth I’m going to take him.
He’s absolutely huge. The sight of him standing before me completely naked is something I’m sure I’ll never get used to.
He looks like he’s been chiseled from stone.
Dark tattoos swirl around his broad chest and shoulders, snaking onto his solid biceps.
He’s perfect.
I take a deep breath as he crawls over me and holds himself up on one of his strong forearms.
“Relax,” he says. “I won’t hurt you.”
I believe him. He kisses me softly, and I melt into him.
Then his warm hand is sliding over my bare skin, sending pleasure skittering through every part of my body.
He cups my breast and squeezes gently, eliciting a moan from me.
When he sucks my nipple into his mouth, to my mortification, I groan his name.
I feel him smile against me as heat blooms beneath my skin.
He lifts his head and narrows his eyes. “Just how far have you gone before, Mrs. Montoya?”
“Only second base,” I whisper.
He makes a feral growling sound that has my toes curling in the sheets. His hand travels farther south and slips between my thighs, gliding easily through my wet center. “Have you made yourself come before?” he says before moving to my other nipple and giving it the same delicious attention.
“Y-yes.”
“Good girl.” He gently nips my flesh. “So you know how good it feels to lose control?”
“Mm-hmm,” I murmur, unable to form a word when he’s circling my clit with the pads of two fingers. It feels like too much and not enough. Euphoria lights up my core.
“But no man has ever had the pleasure of touching this beautiful wet concha before me?”
“No,” I gasp.
“And no one has ever been inside you,” he growls and slips a thick finger inside me.
“N-no.” My back arches off the bed, pleasure licking a path along my spine.
The sensation of him inside me is incredible.
I groan as he slides his finger in and out of me.
Pressure builds quickly, my thighs trembling and head spinning.
God, he’s going to make me come within a minute of having his hands on me.
I bite down on my lip to stop myself from screaming his name, not wanting to make him any more arrogant and insufferable than he already is.
He trails kisses down my stomach, his teeth and lips scraping my skin. When his head dips between my thighs, I’m sure I’ll pass out at any moment. “If your cream tastes as good as it smells, Alana, then I am going to be spending a whole lot of my time eating this pussy every single fucking day.”
I blush at his words, but I have to admit I love his filthy mouth.
He blows a stream of cool air over my wet center before he drags his skilled tongue the length of my folds, making me gasp.
I’m sure it can’t get any better, but when he seals his hot mouth over my clit, I almost black out with the jolt of pleasure that courses through my body.
“God, Alex,” I groan. Alejandro has far too many syllables.
If he’s bothered by the nickname, he doesn’t show it. He continues lavishing me with the most delicious kind of attention, sucking gently but persistently, and the filthy sounds of him devouring my pussy fill the room.
He’s skilled and relentless, and soon I’m bucking my hips to meet his rhythm, but he wraps his strong hands around the backs of my thighs and holds me in place until I’m moaning his name and begging him to let me come.
He takes pity on me, using his tongue to rim either side of my clit while he sucks, and my orgasm bursts through me like a river breaking a dam.
I cry out in pleasure and relief, experiencing an intense rush of arousal while he continues sucking and licking.
All I can do is lie back and let the swells of ecstasy wash over me in long, undulating waves.
When my orgasm has subsided, Alejandro pushes his tongue into my opening and lets out an appreciative groan.
He lifts his head and looks at me, his beard soaked with my arousal. “Fuck, Alana, I think we have a problem.”
“Why? What’s wrong?”
He grins. “You taste so fucking good that I’m not sure I’m going to be able to let you leave this bed ever again.”
He crawls back over me, and I swat him on the chest. “That wasn’t funny.”
“I never claimed that it was.” He seals his mouth over mine and slips his tongue inside, ensuring I can taste myself on him. It’s a heady mix, and it only makes me hungrier for more. I push my hips up and grind myself against his hard cock.
“Don’t. Not yet,” he groans against my lips. “I need to make sure you’re ready for me.”
My mouth feels bruised, but I don’t care. Alejandro goes on kissing me and slides his hand between our bodies. He slips a finger inside me easily, and when he adds another, the burning stretch of him opening me is exquisite.