Chapter 19 #2
He rested his full weight on me and it was delicious.
It felt decadent, our naked bodies touching, wrapped in each other for the first time.
My fingertips travelled the planes of his back, the strong muscles of his shoulders, his arms. I allowed his mouth to devour mine, to claim it for himself.
I gasped a breath as he pulled back. He gazed down at me for the longest moment, his eyes fogged with lust, asking a silent question.
The gravity of him waiting wasn’t lost on me.
He didn’t just push in. He waited for me even though I could see how desperately he wanted to bury himself inside me.
This was it. For the first time, the precipice didn’t frighten me. I gave him a small nod and slowly, our eyes locked on one another, he eased himself inside me.
My grip on his biceps tightened as I felt the stretch, that delicious pinch. It hurt. I couldn’t pretend it didn’t. I bit my lip to keep from crying out. I didn’t want him to see the pain but he noticed it anyway, the way he noticed everything.
“Do you want me to stop?” His voice trembled with barely contained desire.
I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted to give him as much pleasure as he’d given to me.
I shook my head and wrapped my legs around him, encouraging him to move.
He did, in short, shallow strokes that soon had the pain easing away.
“Can you take more?” he whispered and I stared up at him. More? I reached between us to where our bodies met and felt with shock that he still had inches to go.
“Do it.” Halfway just wasn’t enough, it was never going to be. For the first time tonight, he didn’t argue. He plunged himself inside me with a groan and this time I did scream. He held himself still, buried as deep as he could go, giving me time to adjust.
“Christ.” His hands fisted in the white sheets either side of my head and I held onto him tightly. I couldn’t imagine what it was taking for him to go at my pace like this, but I was grateful to him. He would have torn me apart otherwise.
“Please, move,” I begged. He obeyed, thrusting himself in and out of my aching core.
The pain eased as my body grew accustomed to him, until he no longer felt like an intruder.
I began to move with him, to meet his thrusts with a nerve I’d never had in bed before.
Alfie grunted with each thrust—a raw, primal sound.
This wasn’t making love anymore, this was fucking.
He was fucking me, hard, and I let him. I lay there in his sheets, my legs open for him, and allowed him to use my body for his pleasure. I had never felt so innately a woman.
I was high. I could feel every exquisite inch of him move inside me, his skin skimming mine like heated silk. His mouth was on my neck, my breasts. He pinned me, held me, responding to my needs and moving my body with his. He played me, conducting me to that peak for the third time tonight.
I lost track of time. I forgot to care about anything but him.
The world outside ceased to exist as he spun his seductive web around me, encasing me tighter.
He worked me harder, higher, and just when I thought it was too much, I felt a deeper part of me open up, ready and wanting more.
Alfie Tell was unpacking my soul. How would I ever be the same again?
He reared up and, holding my gaze, plunged deep and held himself there.
He pressed against the deepest part of me, holding me on the delicate edge of pleasure and pain.
It was incredible. He rolled his hips, his pelvis grinding against my clitoris.
He moved again, setting up a punishing rhythm, and I knew this was it, the final surge. He worked my body mercilessly.
Alfie Tell was in his element, his usually cold eyes now alive with desire. His marble skin flushed, his hair messed where my hands had gripped fistfulls of it. I wasn’t the only one who was undone.
He worked me higher, my core clenching him, my skin on fire.
I cried out when I came, gripping him to me, begging him for mercy and begging him for more. He forced me to look at him, hypnotising me, revelling in my pleasure.
How long will it take for you to come once I’m inside you? His words echoed back to me now. I had no idea how much time had passed but I knew it would never be enough.
As I came down he picked up his rhythm, deep plunges into my drenched, oversensitive core, rolling in and out with my aftershocks of pleasure. I felt his body tightening with the need for release, but he wasn’t getting there.
“Lola,” he panted, “can you take it? I don’t want to hurt you.” He sounded lost in a haze of lust and desire, but I understood him, I understood what he needed.
“Give it to me.” My words seemed to free whatever restraint he had left.
He rutted into me like an animal and I held on as he fucked me.
His every thrust, hitting me deep, had my eyes rolling in my head.
I was climbing again, reaching for a peak that he’d taken me to so many times already.
I rose, higher, higher, crying out my pleasure until finally I came, my muscles clamping down on him as I squirmed underneath his dominance.
My orgasm undid his own. I cried out as his teeth sank into my shoulder and bit down hard as he spilled himself inside me, filling me up, marking me.
We lay that way for an age, replete, until finally, the usually aloof man reared up onto his forearms and looked down at me. Time stilled around us. I was blissed out, mind and body, but Alfie…something was wrong there. His jaw was tense, his gaze searching.
“What is it?”
He didn’t answer. He pulled out of me with care and settled himself beside me, face to face, that troubled look still present. I stroked his face, brushing a lock of hair out of his eyes, silently imploring him to tell me what was wrong.
“Kiss me.” His voice was hoarse. I had never seen him look so uncertain. I didn’t understand what had just happened. Minutes ago we were raw, passionate animals, and now I was looking into a dark, vulnerable centre I didn’t know he had. “Kiss me like you kiss me.”
It was a plea but for what I didn’t know. I stroked his cheek with my fingertips. I leaned in until we were nose to nose and pressed my lips to his. I kissed him until we fell asleep, with his mouth still on mine.