Chapter 20
Sarah
The way Alexander looks at me makes me feel more powerful and sexy than I’ve ever felt, and I can’t understand how I ever doubted being with him.
He stands in front of the bed, with me sprawled out on top of it, looking like every sinful dream.
Hell, he’s even better than every fantasy I’ve ever had of him.
He’s all ripped muscle and sculpted, but it’s his eyes that really draw me in. I feel like he’s looking right into my soul, and I’m watching him right back.
I follow his command, slowly dragging my hands across my body, only stopping for a second when his own hand slips inside his boxers. The movement makes me want to pounce on him like a cat, and his wistful grin tells me he sees right through me.
I can only see the outline of his cock, and holy hell, I’m a little intimidated thinking about that going inside me.
At the same time, I’ve never wanted anyone more than him.
I continue my movements, dragging my hands over my boobs, teasing my nipples through my bra.
When Alexander starts jerking his cock, I almost lose all ability to move my muscles.
Christ, what a sight he is.
“Getting distracted, baby?” he teases as he keeps staring at me.
I take off my bra, letting it fall from my hand onto the mattress.
Now, he’s the one fighting for control, swallowing hard as he takes in my chest. I’ve always been confident in my body, but seeing his raw reactions gives me an extra boost right to my core.
I let my thighs fall open before I slide my hand inside my thong. My wetness coats my fingers as I move them past my folds, closing my eyes and moaning his name.
That does the trick.
He’s on top of me in seconds, and before I can react, he rips off my thong with a strong tug.
“Hell, Sarah, I want to explore every inch of your skin, but I need to be inside you. Are you ready for me?”
I grasp his shoulder before moving my other hand over his ass, dragging his boxers along, finally revealing his cock.
Just like every other part of him, he’s magnificent, and I lightly run my fingers across his shaft before positioning him at my entrance.
“I’ve never been more ready, Alexander.” He kisses me with so much passion that I feel dizzy.
“Shit, I’m so caught up in you I almost forgot a condom.” He starts roaming around the bedside table, but I pull his face toward mine.
“I’m clean and on the pill. I trust you, Alexander, and want to do this with you. Do you trust me?” I run my hand down his cheek, wanting to do this with him.
I’ve never been with anyone without a condom, but with him, this feels right.
“Same goes for me. I trust you, Sarah.” And with that, he pushes into me, making both of us groan.
I grab a hold of his hair, my other hand tearing at his back, probably leaving marks with my nails.
“Fuck, Sarah. It’s like you’ve been made for me,” He breathes into my neck as he slowly pulls away from my heat.
I kiss him, our tongues entwining in wet kisses.
“Alexander, please,” I beg as he takes his sweet time before pushing back in.
“Please what, baby?” he teases, nipping at my nipple and making me arch my back off the bed.
“Please, fuck me.” He pushes inside me again, with more force this time.
After a few strokes, I’ve adjusted to his size as he continues driving into me.
His arms are caging me in, and I turn to bite into his bicep, trying to contain my moans.
When I turn my face toward his again, the desire is shining in his eyes as he continues pushing into me and driving me hard into the mattress.
“Leave as many marks as you want, but don’t you dare try to quiet those moans.” He grabs a hold of my thigh, lifting it, making him go even deeper.
“Alexander, fuck, it’s too much,” I grab at his shoulders, trying to hold on, but the pleasure is overwhelming.
I can feel him everywhere all at once, making my body feel good all over.
“No, it’s not too much, Sarah. You’re taking this cock so good,” he growls in my ear, continuing to fuck me harder.
When he starts circling my clit I go over the edge, screaming his name. He continues driving into me, holding my hips in his strong hands before he follows.
He collapses on top of me but quickly rolls to the side, taking me with him so he doesn’t crush me under his weight. He kisses the top of my head, and I look up at him.
I think this might be the most relaxed I’ve ever seen him.
“How are those frustrations, Alexander?” I ask him, my smile giddy.
“Fucking fantastic, but I’m only getting started with you, baby,” he says, kissing my cheek, making me fucking melt under him.
When we’ve caught our breath, he gets up and heads into what I assume is the master bathroom. I watch him go and pout when I realize he might have a better butt than me.
“McGregor,” I call after him, hearing the water run in the sink. He comes back with a washcloth and gestures for me to open my legs.
“I can do that myself,” I tell him, feeling shy about him cleaning up his cum, which is running down my legs.
“I’ve just had my cock inside of you. Let me take care of you, Sarah.”
My heart races as he traces every curve of my body like I’m his own personal artwork.
“What was up with the McGregor call?” he asks as he finishes.
“I think you might have a better ass than me. That shouldn’t be allowed. We, women, need to have some perks,” I tell him as he climbs back into bed beside me.
“I could never have a better ass than you,” I yelp when he slaps said ass. He gives me a lingering kiss, which quickly turns heated.
I climb on top of him, spreading my legs on either side of his.
I drag my hands down his body.
“God, how did we ever not do this?” I sigh, looking at the man in front of me.
“Well, I can recall telling you I’d give you a ride anytime you wanted, so this is on you, baby.”
He did say that the evening he drove Samantha and me home from the bar.
“I do recall that evening, among other things.” He flips me over, leaning more of his weight into me before whispering in my ear.
“I remember some things about that night as well. And my curiosity was spiked quite a bit. Tell me, Sarah, does it turn you on to let go of that precious control?” His hands move around my body, squeezing my boobs, kissing my chest, and dragging his teeth down my stomach as he presses his hand down over my core.
“That night, when I boxed you in against that wall, I swore I could see those beautiful eyes light up with desire. Am I right?” He moves further down my body, positioning his head between my thighs.
When he pushes a finger inside me, I moan his name.
“Sarah, answer me.”
Shit, yeah, what did he say again?
The bar.
The wall.
I guess this will be another first.
I’ve never told anyone about my sexual fantasies, mostly having read about them in my books, and never really trusted anyone to make them real. That takes courage and trust.
“Yeah, I do have some fantasies involving stuff like that.” I breathe as Alexander pushes another finger inside me, finding a rhythm that’s driving me insane.
“Tell me about those fantasies,” he urges me as he continues fingering me. When he adds his tongue to the mix, I find it hard to concentrate on the task, but whenever I take too long to answer, he stops his movements.
“I’d like to be tied up,” I say, but being the thorough lover he is, he wants me to spell it out for him.
“Tied up how?” I try to give him as explicit descriptions as possible.
“Across the bed, my legs spread apart. Tied to the headboard. Hands behind my back,” I’m getting closer to orgasm, burning up under his touch.
“Would you like me to do those things with you, Sarah?” Just imagining him tying me up, combined with his fingers and tongue pleasuring me, sends me over the edge.
“Fuck, yes, Alexander.”
When I calm down from my orgasm, he starts drawing circles across my hip as we lie on our sides facing each other.
We’re both completely naked and way too hot to consider the duvet.
“I think we should talk some more about those fantasies of yours,” he tells me, and I roll my eyes at him.
“Will this be all we talk about going forward? Sex and kinks?” I tease him, excited to learn more about his desires as well.
“Of course not, but for right now. I want to hear some of it,” he tells me, and we start our own little game.
“As you know, I would like to try some bondage.” Voicing your desires out loud feels a little intimidating, but there is no one else I would feel comfortable doing it with than him.
I also trust Alexander to handle it with care, and I’m dying to learn more about his preferences.
“I’d like to spank you. I have a little list of things I’d like to punish you for. How would you feel about that?”
I really shouldn’t feel this hot from having him tell me he wants to punish me for something, but he sure triggers my curiosity.
“I’d like that. What do you want to punish me for?” I ask him, trying to gauge his expression.
“Oh, you’ll find out, baby, in time.”
He gives me a sinful smile.
Hell, now I’m really intrigued.
Probably for using too much time before pulling my head out of my ass and actually take him up on his offer.
At the same time, I’m glad it happened this way.
If we’d done this sooner, I would probably be running for the hills, overwhelmed by the man he is and the feelings he evokes in me.
Now, I welcome them and cherish them close to my heart.
My eyes travel across his body, taking in every delicious curve of him.
I could be an abs girl, biceps girl, or thighs, as I said, it wouldn’t matter because Alexander has it all.
I drag my hand down his body, leading me to his delicious cock.
“Right now, I really want you to fuck my mouth,” I tell him, making his eyes widen.
I love it when I surprise him.
He sure does that to me a lot, so it’s good to get him sometimes, too.
“Whatever you want, baby,” he tells me as he gets comfortable on the bed, spreading his legs. It seems like our talk has made him all ready to go again, and I’m hungry for some exploration.