Chapter 23 #2
I bite my lip, trying to put my swirling thoughts into words. "Just...I never thought I could have this, you know? Someone who gets me, who supports me, who loves me for everything I am. Flaws and all."
Alex's expression softens, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. "Paige...you deserve all of that and more. You're the most incredible woman I've ever met, and I thank my lucky stars every day that you chose me."
I lean into his touch, my eyes fluttering closed. "I did choose you, didn't I? Best decision I ever made."
He chuckles, low and warm. "Damn straight. And don't you forget it."
I grin, my eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, I won't. As long as you keep doing that thing with your tongue..."
He laughs outright, his head falling back against the headboard. "Insatiable, you are. Okay, Ms. Reynolds. You've twisted my arm. Let's see if we can't jog that memory of yours."
His voice is low and rough with desire, sending shivers racing down my spine. He rolls me under him in one smooth motion, his body heavy and hard above mine. I gasp as his mouth finds my neck, his teeth scraping over my pulse point before his tongue soothes the sting.
"Alex," I whimper, my fingers tangling in his hair. "Please..."
"Please what, baby?" he murmurs against my skin, his hand skimming down my side to grip my hip. "Tell me what you need."
"You," I breathe, arching into him. "I need you."
He groans, his hips rocking against mine. I can feel him, hot and hard through the thin fabric of his boxers, and it makes me ache with want.
"I need to taste you," he rasps, his mouth trailing down my chest. "Need to feel you come apart on my tongue."
I moan as he takes my nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak. His hand slides up my thigh, his fingers teasing the lace edge of my panties.
"So wet for me already," he marvels, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric to stroke over my slick folds. "Is this all for me, Paige?"
"Yes," I hiss, my hips bucking into his touch. "Only for you, Alex. Always for you."
He growls, nipping at the underside of my breast before soothing the sting with his tongue. He hooks his fingers in my panties, dragging them down my legs and tossing them aside. Then he's settling between my thighs, his broad shoulders parting my legs wide.
"Look at you," he murmurs, his breath hot against my aching center. "So beautiful, spread out for me like this. I could spend hours worshipping this pretty pussy."
"Alex, please," I beg, desperation clawing at my insides. "I need your mouth on me, need to feel your tongue..."
He obliges, licking a slow, deliberate stripe up my slit. I cry out, my head thrashing against the pillows as he seals his mouth over my clit and sucks. He laves the sensitive bundle of nerves with the flat of his tongue, flicking and swirling and driving me mad with pleasure.
"Oh god," I sob, my hands fisting in the sheets. "Don't stop, please don't stop..."
He hums against me, the vibrations making me see stars. He brings one hand up, teasing my entrance with one long finger before sinking inside. I clench around him, my inner muscles fluttering as he pumps in and out, curling against that spot that makes me see God.
"That's it, baby," he encourages, adding a second finger. "Ride my hand, fuck yourself on my fingers. Let me feel you come."
I undulate against him mindlessly, chasing that peak that hovers just out of reach. He redoubles his efforts, tonguing my clit mercilessly as his fingers piston inside me. The coil in my belly winds tighter and tighter, my thighs starting to shake.
"I'm close," I pant, my voice breaking on a moan. "Alex, I'm gonna..."
"Come for me, Paige," he commands, his eyes locking with mine over the plane of my body. "Come all over my fucking face, baby. Let go for me."
His words are my undoing. I shatter with a hoarse cry, my vision whiting out as ecstasy crashes over me in relentless waves. He works me through it, his fingers and tongue gentling as I come down from the high.
When I finally blink my eyes open, he's hovering over me, his face glistening with my arousal. The sight makes me clench with aftershocks, a needy whimper escaping my throat.
"You're so fucking perfect," he rasps, his voice awed. "I'll never get enough of watching you fall apart for me."
He kisses me deeply, the taste of my pleasure on his tongue making me moan into his mouth. I can feel his hardness nudging insistently at my hip and I reach down to stroke him, relishing his guttural groan.
"Need you inside me," I murmur against his lips. "Need to feel you stretch me, fill me up..."
"Fuck, Paige," he pants, his hips rocking into my hand. "Keep talking like that and this is going to be over before it starts."
I grin wickedly, tightening my grip and twisting my wrist. He hisses, his eyes slamming shut as he throbs in my palm.
"Wouldn't want that," I tease, nibbling at his jaw. "I need this big, hard cock buried deep. Need you to fuck me until I can't remember my own name."
He makes a sound like he's dying, his hand coming up to still my motions. He pins my wrist to the bed, his eyes dark and wild as they bore into mine.
"Be careful what you wish for, sweetheart," he warns, his voice a low rumble. "I plan to ruin you for anyone else. By the time I'm done with you, you won't be able to walk straight for a week."
A shiver of anticipation races down my spine, heat pooling low in my belly. "Promises, promises..."
He growls, a predatory sound that makes my toes curl. Then he's positioning himself at my entrance, the broad head of his cock nudging against my swollen folds. With one smooth thrust, he sheathes himself inside me, filling me so full I see stars.
"God damn," he grits out, his forehead falling to rest against mine. "So fucking tight, even after I made you come. You're gripping me like a fucking vice, baby."
I mewl, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him deeper. The feeling of him stretching me, possessing me so completely, is almost too much to bear. When he starts to move, I nearly weep with relief.
He sets a bruising pace, his hips snapping against mine as he drives into me again and again. The wet, filthy sounds of our bodies connecting fill the room, mingling with our breathless pants and pleasured moans.
"You take me so well," he praises, his teeth sinking into the juncture of my neck and shoulder. "Like you were made just for my cock."
His words inflame me, pushing me closer to the edge. I rake my nails down his back, urging him deeper, harder. "Only yours," I agree mindlessly. "Never want anyone else inside me, only you..."
"Fuck," he snarls, slamming into me so hard the headboard cracks against the wall. "Gonna ruin this perfect fucking pussy, fill you up until you're dripping with my cum..."
"Yes," I keen, my legs tightening around him. "Give it to me, Alex. Mark me, make me yours."
A few more frenzied thrusts and we're both coming undone, clinging to each other as pleasure rips through us in violent shudders. He spills inside me with a guttural groan, his hips stuttering through the aftershocks.
We collapse together in a sweaty tangle of limbs, chests heaving as we struggle to catch our breath. He rolls to the side, slipping out of me gently, and gathers me into his arms. I rest my head on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat slow and even out.
"I love you," he murmurs into my hair, his voice soft with awe. "I love you so fucking much, Paige. More than I ever thought possible."
Tears prick the backs of my eyes, my heart so full it aches. "I love you too, Alex. More than anything. More than everything."
As we drift off together, spent and sated, I can't help but marvel at how far we've come. At the beautiful, messy, miraculous journey that led us to this moment, wrapped up in each other and drunk on love.
This is it. This is what forever feels like.
And I can't wait to see what comes next.