Chapter Eighteen #2
“Say it, Sofia,” he demanded, his tone firm. Commanding.
Swallowing, I whispered, “I’ve fantasized about it, too.”
He slid down the zipper, the backs of his fingers caressing my bare spine. “What did you fantasize about, mi vida?”
The term of endearment made me clench at the duvet. I licked my lips, delighting when Alex’s gaze darkened. “Exactly what I did.”
Alex winged up a brow. “You imagined sucking me off?”
Warmth flooded my panties, and I nodded.
“And you were so good at it,” he crooned, grasping the bodice of the jumpsuit and dragging it from my arms, before inching the garment over my midriff and down my thighs. “Would you like to see what I’m good at?”
“God, yes,” I bit out, watching with avid eyes as Alex, completely nude, stood in the gap between my thighs, an amused tilt to his mouth. Once my jumpsuit slipped from my legs, he tossed it aside and ran the backs of his fingers up my inner thighs.
I lay before him now in just my bra and panties. A bra and panties I hadn’t thought to coordinate. But based on the ravenous gleam in Alex’s eyes, I don’t think he gave a damn that they were mismatched.
“Sofia, I swear to God that you were made just for me because everything about you steals my breath.” His shaking hands traveled up my sides to hook in the underwire of my bra. “For the love of the newborn baby Jesus, please let me take this off you,” he pleaded.
I jerked my head in consent, and with a practiced flick of his wrist, Alex peeled my bra away from my chest. The look of admiration that dawned on his face was a memory I would carry to my grave.
“I knew it.” Alex cupped one of my breasts in his hand, his thumb coasting over the tip, his chuckle dry when it pebbled under his touch.
“I told myself that you had to have the most perfect tits because everything about you is perfect. From your perfect curls, to your perfect golden skin, to your perfect smile and laugh, and the way you’re so fucking brilliant that sometimes I simply watch your videos, so honored I get to be your friend.
” He gathered the other breast in his opposite palm, his breath teasing my puckered flesh.
“And now you let me touch you, and my God, I don’t ever want to stop. ”
His words were full of not just lust, but awe, and they left me squirming on the bed. I couldn’t get enough of his touch, enough of his heated looks, and I arched my back, my silent plea for More.
And Alex’s dark chuckle told me he understood my entreaty, because while he held my gaze captive, he leaned forward and swiped his tongue across one pert nipple.
A wave of pleasure crashed over me and I cried out, twining my hand in his silky black hair. Alex hummed in the back of his throat as he teased my flesh, his assault on my breast so consuming I didn’t realize he had snaked a hand down my body until his fingers caressed my seam through my underwear.
“You’re so hot here,” he murmured, his breath cool against my heated flesh. Alex rubbed his fingers up and down my core again, and I moaned. “And so wet. Even through your panties you’re wet.”
Pressing a kiss to one breast and flicking his tongue over the nipple of the other, Alex crawled his way down my body.
His skin was so decadent against mine, and when his dick brushed against my hip bone, I reached for him.
But Alex shook me off with a laugh. “Soon, Sofia. I want you too damn much to make us wait.”
Alex paused at my navel, and I sucked in a breath as he gripped the waistband of my underwear between his fingers.
He stared up at me, and I realized he was asking for permission.
Alex’s solicitousness, even with both of us horny and almost naked, made my throat burn with unshed tears. Unable to speak, I nodded.
My underwear was on the floor with the rest of my clothes in seconds.
“There she is,” Alex whispered, his fingertips sifting through the short, manicured hair that covered my pussy. “It’s so fucking sexy you’re not bare here.”
I bit my lip. “It doesn’t bother you?”
“God, no. It’s natural. I know it’s the style to wax and laser it all off, and I’ve dated women who have, but this”—he whistled as he stared at my body—“is such a turn-on because you’re so confident in who you are.
You’re at ease in your own body. I feel like the luckiest bastard that you trust me enough to show me. To let me touch you.”
With a muted growl, Alex moved to crouch on the floor and spread my thighs wide. “That you let me taste you.”
The first swipe of his tongue through my folds whited out my vision, and I called out his name.
His smile against my most sensitive flesh was the most intimate thing I’d ever experienced.
Soon, though, I was undulating my hips into his movements, my hands knotted in his hair, as his tongue drove me closer and closer to the precipice.
But I needed more, and Alex must have sensed it, because he eased two fingers inside me with a soft murmur of encouragement.
“Is that what you need, mi vida?” he crooned, curling his fingers and working them inside me. “Always tell me what you need. What you want. Understand?”
A long, low moan and a grind of my hips was my answer.
Alex didn’t slow his pace, and between the deft work of his mouth and fingers, my legs were soon shaking as my release barreled upon me in a cataclysmic detonation that left my ears ringing and my lungs empty of breath.
I wasn’t sure if I screamed, but I wouldn’t be surprised if I had because that orgasm was the most powerful one of my life. Merry Christmas to the entire hotel.
Kissing and nibbling his way up my body, Alex stopped when he loomed over me, and I somehow managed to pry open my eyes to meet his gaze.
His hair was mussed from my hands and his mouth and jaw were slightly red, but his dimple cut into his cheek so deeply with his smile that his smugness was apparent.
Alex touched his lips to mine with a ghostly pressure, and I opened to him like a flower, welcoming his tongue to move alongside mine. I could taste myself in his kiss, and I shuddered as a fresh wave of arousal bloomed inside me.
We kissed for several long minutes, each one becoming more urgent and needy. And when Alex began to grind against my hip, I reached out and grabbed him, firmly stroking his cock from the head to the base.
“Did you bring a condom?” I asked with the breath we shared.
He exhaled in a gust, pulled free of my grasp, and disappeared into the bathroom. Alex returned a second later brandishing a foil packet.
I wanted to ask him if he always carried condoms. Did he bring them on this trip because he knew he’d find his way into my bed?
Had he bought them to use with someone else?
Biting the inside of my cheek, I willed away the questions because they didn’t matter.
Alex was here with me now, and I was pretty certain I would implode if he didn’t fuck me soon.
Propping myself up on my elbows, I watched as he tore open the package with his teeth and rolled the condom down his length. God, he was perfectly sized, and my inner muscles clenched in anticipation.
I don’t know if I expected him to slide between my legs and thrust into me immediately, but he surprised me when he did neither of those things.
Instead, Alex leaned forward to kiss me, his tongue licking into my mouth until I twined my arms around his neck, my breasts pressed against his firm chest. His arms wove around me, holding me close…
and then he turned until I lay on top of him.
A triumphant smile lit Alex’s face as he gazed up at me.
“You’re in control, Sofia. You always have been. I would have waited for you forever,” he murmured, his hands running down my back to grip my ass. “Now show me how you want me.”
Alex wanted me to be in control? I stared down at him now, my body stretched over his, the curly black hair on his chest abrading my skin in the most delicious way. How did I want him? I wondered as he kneaded my backside and the tops of my thighs. And suddenly I knew.
Planting my hands on his chest, I sat up, the motion rocking us together. I shuddered, a gasp escaping me.
“Fuck, don’t tease me right now. I’m barely hanging on as it is,” he growled, his hands latching on to my hips, his fingers curling into my flesh. His cheeks were flushed as he stared up at me. “God, you’re every single one of my fantasies brought to life.”
With that, Alex surged up to kiss me, a messy, wet kiss that spread heated goose bumps over every inch of my skin that touched his.
He kissed and nipped down my neck and across my collarbone, while his hands caressed my breasts.
I allowed myself to get swept away by his actions…
until a burst of pleasure in my core broke through the fog and I found I was rocking against him.
What was the point of dry-humping Alex when I could have him in truth?
So I sucked air between my teeth and pressed my palms to his chest, pushing until he lay flat again. While I held his gaze, I reached back and grasped his cock, pumping it once, then twice. As I rose up, notching him at my opening, a smile creased my lips.
“You’re so big…but I’m so wet.” My teeth sunk into my bottom lip as his thick head disappeared inside me. “I want to savor every inch.”