Chapter 31 #2
It was over. He grabbed the back of her knees and dragged her into position.
She flopped back onto the pillows with a delighted shriek.
He moved her legs roughly apart and took his cock, pressing in just enough to meet the resistance of her maidenhead.
She bit her lip at this, but then he decided to bite her lip for her and with one skillful thrust, they were finally joined.
Alex let out a small cry and stilled. Philippe stilled as well, giving her a chance to soften against him once more, though the slick sensation of their connection had ripped pleasure into every corner of his body.
He knew he had to hold himself back, but his own desire was a dangerous force, and he watched her desperately, waiting for a signal that she still wanted more.
“I’m okay,” she responded to his searching eyes.
She smiled and put her hand against his cheek, and it nearly undid him.
He began to move then, carefully, and as he did, he entered another world, a world of utter bliss.
He gripped her legs to wrap them around his waist, allowing him to press more fully into her wetness.
She trembled and held close to him, her quickening breath and delicious whimpers soon telling him she was ready for more.
He picked up his rhythm, moving more deeply into her and Alex responded by moving back against him, her hips opening to take as much as she could bear.
He pressed his face into her hair, her neck, rocking her forward, lifting her backside off the mattress.
“Mon dieu, Alex. Mon dieu,” he whispered.
A deep and unrestrained moan escaped his lips as he fully indulged in the sheer pleasure of bringing their bodies together.
He wanted to watch her, and fall into her eyes as everything happened, so he pulled back to look at her. But Alex had turned away. He nudged her to face him and nibbled at her lips and her chin, waiting for her to look back at him. “Alex,” he whispered.
He repeated her name and tried again to catch her stare, but she kept avoiding his eyes, until he realized she was doing it on purpose.
Goddamn her, he thought. She was still keeping him at a distance.
He wasn’t going to let that happen. He’d waited too long and fought too hard to get back to her to let her run away from him now. He’d get her to open her eyes.
He began moving faster, throwing new sensations at her before she was ready.
He needed her to know that if she was going to retreat, then he was going to follow.
He grabbed her leg to spread her open, grinding himself against her.
Alex gulped a breath of air and blinked surprised eyes beneath him, but she still didn’t look at him.
Instead, she squeezed her eyes shut again and grabbed onto his shoulders to stay steady.
He responded by angling himself up higher and pressing in again, sliding himself firmly against her front wall.
Alex gasped and fell back onto the pillows, but she kept her eyes closed even as her body opened up, wanting more.
His own breathing was coming quickly now, and the sensation of her tight form was enough to cripple him, but he wouldn’t let either of them boil over until he got what he wanted.
“Look at me,” he said through gritted teeth.
Her eyes remained sealed.
“Alex,” he commanded. “Open your eyes.”
Her eyes fluttered open, but she still looked away.
“Look at me,” he said huskily. He leaned in this time and bit the soft spot just above her collarbone. Hard.
Alex cried out in surprise and her eyes snapped open. Her expression was a mix of shock and anger, but once he caught her eyes, finally, he smiled at her, and he felt her melt around him once more.
“Don’t look away,” he whispered.
And this time she didn’t. Now, he could see in her eyes everything he wanted.
He continued moving her back and forth, their bodies in perfect rhythm, and he let himself completely succumb to her.
He lost control, driving into her forcefully, recklessly, the music of her pleasure in his ears, a thousand words in her eyes, and he knew they were undeniably bonded.
He felt her body coiling up as he worked her harder, faster, giving her whatever she needed to feel release.
In a moment, she arched back and her breath caught.
Her legs widened for him and he plunged frantically inside of her.
He was tripping over the edge himself and he held on to her madly, the pleasure almost too powerful.
Finally, she tensed up and cried out his name, clinging to him closely.
Her body gripped his cock tightly and he felt the strong pulses of her satisfaction as she quivered and panted for breath beneath him.
It was all he needed to erupt himself, a firecracker explosion that left him gasping her name in jagged ecstasy.
Alex… Alex… Alex…
It was the most intense sensation of his life, and as it slowly subsided, he found her eyes once more.
He couldn’t imagine a more perfect moment.
He leaned in to kiss her, while their bodies continued to cling to each other in waves of desperation.
She would rule him until the end, he thought with hazy recognition, the absolute end.
It had been too much.
It had been far more than she expected. Alex lay in bed wrapped in a sleeping Philippe.
His chest was pressed against her back, and he held her tight with his strong arms. His heavy muscle rested against her backside.
She was a little scandalized at the intimacy of it, but had to admit, with her head on his arm, and the soft sound of his sleep in her ear, she’d never felt more secure or satisfied in her life.
The night was just full of new sensations.
He’d fallen asleep kissing the back of her neck and whispering about his happiness in finding her, as her own body came down from the heavens. But she now lay awake, fighting away the moment of sleep, convinced that no beautiful dream could outdo this.
She had expected to connect with him physically.
They had danced with each other in many ways, and she had known she would feel the pleasure of him with her body.
But what she hadn’t counted on, what she never expected, was the way he looked at her, and kissed her so tenderly, and the way he opened up all the feelings in her that weren’t meant to be spilled.
She had closed her eyes when it all became too much, but even that he wouldn’t allow.
He forced her to give herself to him completely, and in turn, she had felt a connection that was far beyond what happened with their bodies.
Was this the game of sex? Was this what addicted people so?
If it was, Philippe was the master. There was no part of her being left untouched by him that evening.
Oh, how would she go on now? How would she move forward in life knowing that experiences like this one existed?
No happiness she’d ever known compared to the feeling of him against her skin.
Perhaps she should take heart in knowing that she had given herself to the only man in the world she could ever desire.
That would have to sustain her until her heart closed once again.
But those were thoughts for tomorrow. Right now, she was too filled with the sensual sensations of the evening to let herself think about anything different. She snuggled against him, happy for this opportunity to fall asleep in the arms of a man—of the man—who would forever possess her heart.