Chapter 25
EMILIA
Oh, for the love of vulvas and all things holy—is he trying to kill me?
I feel like I’m lost in a pink cloud of orgasm overload.
My face is covered by my pink skirt, and his face is covered by my pink… oh my God, what are you doing down there?
I manage to push the skirt off my face, but I can’t lift my head off the bed.
I’m pretty sure this is something I used to be able to do—move different parts of my body at will.
But now all I can do is sink into the mattress and breathe heavily and moan and sigh and yelp while experiencing insane rhythmic contractions and sudden shocks and the kind of pleasure that will probably short-circuit my brain.
In a way, it has felt like he’s been kissing me ever since we first met. It has been half a year of foreplay with this man, and I don’t think I can take it anymore. But also, I never want him to stop French kissing my lady parts.
“Alex. Alex. Al…exsssssss OH MY GOD! Oh God! Alex! Yes! Oh my God. Yes! Yes!”
“Fucking hell, baby,” he groans. “You’re so hot.”
“Please…” I have never said these words out loud before: “I need you inside me now. Pleeeaaase.”
“Yeah,” I hear him whisper. “Yeah.”
I can’t open my eyes, but I can hear a drawer open and shut. I can hear a tiny package being torn open.
And then I feel the elastic waistband of my skirt being tugged down past my hips as Alex grumbles, “This. Fucking. Skirt.”
It’s off. I’m finally completely naked before Alex Vega. And I’m too blissed out to wonder what he thinks of me.
“Jesus, Emilia. You’re so beautiful.”
I feel his lips just above my knee, I feel his teeth on the flesh of my hip, I feel the tip of his tongue on my nipple…
My entire body shudders, again, for the nine hundredth time tonight.
“Are you ready?” he mutters as he positions himself over me.
Am I ready?
I burst into a quick fit of laughter.
Let me just ask my screaming, convulsing vagina and uterus, hang on.
“Yeah. You could say that.”
He kisses my mouth, so deeply. He tastes like the two of us, and we’re fucking delicious.
The sound of Alex Vega exhaling as he presses inside me is what I imagine it sounds like when the gates of Heaven open up for you.
Or maybe the gates of Hell, because it’s hot.
I somehow manage to bend my legs to dig my heels into the mattress.
“God, I’ve wanted this for so long, you know that?”
“Me too,” I whimper.
He cups his hands around the top of my head, bracing me, and starts to thrust his hips. “So good,” he hisses. “Baby.”
I snake my arms through his and grab on to his shoulders. His groans and moans are such pained, sexy little songs, I have to see his face. I force my eyelids open.
And the face above me is the most beautiful, vulnerable, masculine thing I’ve ever seen.
He’s lost inside me.
I’m not just on the receiving end of all of this. He’s feeling it too.
And it’s empowering.
I’m more in control of my body now.
I move my hips to match his rhythm. It feels so good. The weight of him on me, the solid length of him penetrating me. This is how it’s supposed to feel with a man.
“Alex,” I whisper as I raise my legs to wrap them around his waist. “So good.”
He groans and his head drops forward for a second, and I think he’s going to come.
“Baby,” I encourage him. “Yes.”
But he doesn’t come. He seems to have gathered strength from some deep, fuck-champion reserve, because he straightens his arms on either side of me and starts thrusting in earnest now. Drilling into me.
Oh my God—this is how it’s supposed to be with a man.
I let go of his shoulders, flop my arms down, and just let him ram into me.
Some strange noise has been echoing around the room, and I finally realize it’s me. This guttural animal cry of total surrender and satisfaction. I sound crazy, and I don’t even care.
And just when I think this is the best sex anyone has ever had in the history of sex, Alex Vega grabs my legs, lifts them, and sits up on his knees, pulling me up into him so my legs rest on his shoulders.
He holds on to my thighs, rough and commanding.
I point my toes and stretch my arms up over my head and let him maneuver me any damn way he wants to because I love it.
He leans forward, and suddenly the angle and depth of his penetration is incredible.
He’s discovered some new amazing part of me, and my whole body is rejoicing in a slow and deeply intense way, despite the speed of his thrusts.
It’s like hurtling through space in slow motion.
The last thing I see before I close my eyes is the look of absolute lip-biting concentration as he stares down at my bouncing breasts.
Just when I think nothing could possibly feel better than this, he slaps my butt cheek and then flips me around so I’m on my knees, facing away from him.
And I did not think I would like this, but wow.
Alex Vega has found yet another new angle on sex, and I give this one an A plus.
One hand on my shoulder, one on the small of my back, he is breathing so hard and really giving it to me, but I have a feeling he’s still going easier on me than he could.
“Harder” is all I say.
He grunts, squeezes my shoulder appreciatively, and then he goes harder.
Faster. And if I could remember how to count, I would list so many things that I like about this night.
But there’s no list, there’s just an explosion of energy and stars and an unbelievable need to have this man come while he’s fucking me. Finally, finally.
I scream his name and let myself go because I know he’s waiting for me.
And I want to give him this release.
Finally, finally.
His movement slows, the pitch of his voice rises, and when he grabs on to my hips and pulls me up and into him one last time—the sound of this man coming is as soft as his lips and as rough as the stubble on his chin and as dark as his eyes and as devastating as his hands.
We collapse together, sweaty and spent.
Maybe this is the best part—the stillness and weight of a man like this, pressed down on me. This man. I can feel his heart thumping against my back. Not one millimeter of space between us. If he weren’t on top of me, I might float up to the ceiling.
There’s no list.
There’s just Alex.
And this bed.
And the rest of the night.
And the beautiful blank notebook of a new relationship ahead of us.