83. Alexander #2
I lean down and slide my tongue over her, unable to stop myself from having a taste. I groan against her, lapping her up until she’s a writhing mess under my tongue.
I’ll never get enough of her.
I line up my cock at her entrance and tease her, pushing my crown inside in shallow pulses.
Her hands fly over her head, palms flat against the headboard as she pushes against it trying to sink down and urge me further inside.
I flash her a sinister grin. “You ready for me, baby?”
“Yes.” She’s breathless and desperate. “Yes, please. I need you inside me.”
I lean over, propping myself up with my hands on the mattress on either side of her head so I can be closer to her. I stare into her eyes, glazed over with desire as they lock with mine, and I push myself all the way inside of her, inch by slow, agonizing inch.
She murmurs a string of expletives, and I’m only able to make out phrases like huge, so good, and my personal favorite, best dick ever.
Her pussy clenches around me, so tight and wet, and a long groan releases from my chest. “Oh, fuck, Aarya. You feel incredible.”
We’re still for a moment, our breaths mingling, her body adjusting to my size while I try to rein it in so I don’t fuck her senseless and it’s over in thirty seconds.
It’s been so long since I’ve been inside a woman, and I’m beyond happy that my first time is with Aarya.
It’s pure ecstasy being inside her, being this connected to her.
This feels like more than sex, more than just a means to a release that we’ve been longing for. This is more than physical.
It’s everything I’ve ever wanted.
With her. Only her.
“Tell me you’re not pretending,” I whisper. “Tell me you feel this.”
She cups my face, letting me see the truth in her eyes. “I’m not pretending, Alex. This is real for me. It’s me and you.”
My chest cracks wide open.
Emotion strangles me, my throat thickening as my vision blurs. “It’s real for me too, baby.”
I am wholly yours.
My heart belongs to you.
I love you.
Then she starts moving, letting me know she’s ready.
I grip onto her hips, and pull myself out of her before plunging right back inside.
I fuck her in slow, deep strokes, loving the way she moans each time I slam inside of her.
I lick into her mouth, kissing her in sync with the punishing rhythm of our hips.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper in her ear while I pump in and out of her. I need her to know, need her to feel how perfect I think she is, how much I want her. I glance down and watch the way her pussy swallows me, mesmerized by the way she takes me—in awe that this is finally happening.
“You feel so good.” Aarya’s eyes flutter closed as one hand leaves the headboard and grips onto my lower back, her hips meeting me thrust for thrust. “It’s so right with you.”
I relish in her words, understanding the magnitude of them. This isn’t one night; this isn’t something you get from a stranger. We’re connected on a deeper level. This means something.
“You woke me up and breathed life back into me,” I tell her, our breaths mixing as we kiss. “I was so lonely before you came into my life.”
“You don’t have to be lonely anymore,” she whispers against my lips. “We’re in this together. I have you.”
Our pace picks up, and she wraps her arms and legs around me, holding on while I pound her into the mattress. We’re panting into each other’s open mouths as the sound of our skin slapping together echoes throughout the room, pouring everything we’ve got into one another.
And then Aarya comes, with the sound of her throaty moan in my ear, my name falling from her lips over and over again.
I go over the edge right after her, succumbing to the pulsing waves crashing into me.
The last time I was inside a woman, I don’t even remember it. I was most likely drugged, and taken advantage of. She stripped my control from me. The times before that were meaningless—purely physical fun because I was young.
But this? Sex with Aarya?
It’s on another level of intimacy, like her soul has tethered itself to mine.
As we come down and catch our breath, I brush her hair away from her face and pepper her with gentle kisses.
Her fingers draw idle circles along my back as she smiles. “I’d say that was worth the wait.”
I chuckle into her hair as I pull her close. “That was worth everything.”
“I meant what I said.” She pauses. “I want this to be real. I want you to be my boyfriend.”
“You want your husband to be your boyfriend?”
She jabs me in the ribs. “Yeah, I do.”
I pull out of her and roll onto my back, taking her with me so her head is resting on my chest. “I’d love that.”
She lifts her head to look at me. “Thank you for being so patient with me.”
I tuck her hair behind her ear and let my fingers linger on her cheek. “Thank you for being so good with my daughter.”
“She makes it easy.” Aarya laughs. “It was probably worse for you dealing with me.”
“Yeah.” I shake my head. “You’ve been a real pain in the ass.”
“Hey!” She jabs me in the ribs again. “You weren’t supposed to agree with me.”
I laugh and then crush my mouth against hers. She opens for me and moans when my tongue slips in side, and we lose ourselves in another explosive kiss.
“Make me come again, husband.”
I flip her onto her stomach and slap my palm against her ass. “As you wish, wife.”