Alec stays with me in my suite until the sun is rising.
He begins the night by spreading me out on the bed and pulling my ankles apart until I’m spread completely open before him. “Keep them open,” he says, tapping the inside of my thighs.
Then he takes my hands and raises my arms above my head, pressing them down into the pillows. “Keep these here. Don’t move them.”
Goosebumps rise over my skin, joining my already hard nipples. But Alec isn’t finished.
He comes around to the side of the bed, something in his hand, and his eyes burning with desire.
“I love those blue eyes of yours,” he says, then leans down and uses his necktie to blindfold me, lifting my head gently to secure it.
I inhale a deep breath. I’ve never been blindfolded during sex before, and with my eyes closed underneath the tie’s silky smooth fabric, every other sensation is heightened. I want to reach for him and start to raise my arms.
“Ah, ah,” he says playfully, pushing them back down with one hand as he rolls my left nipple between two fingers with his other. I arch up toward him, pleasure zinging in a straight line from my breasts to the space between my legs, which already aches for him.
Then, his hands are gone, and I let out a little whimper.
“Patience,” he commands, and I lie still, listening to the clink of a belt buckle being unfastened and the rustle of fabric falling to the floor.
The bed bows as he slides onto the mattress beside me, and then he’s touching me.
He traces the outlines of my cheekbones, then drags the pad of one finger down to just below my chin, pressing upward with infinite gentleness so that my neck is exposed at an angle away from him. His hot breath warms the hollow at my neck. The mattress shifts underneath as he bends, pressing lingering kiss after lingering kiss on my chest, my breasts, my nipples…and then he shifts lower.
It’s exquisite torture as he works his way down my body, but finally, just when I think I might scream from anticipation, his mouth closes over my clit and he starts stroking and sucking with his tongue, the confident rhythm coming as a shock after his languid approach.
I cry out, struggling to keep my legs from clamping shut, struggling to keep my arms raised above my head, but he puts one hand on each of my thighs, forcing them to stay open.
The helplessness sends me over the edge.
I never thought I would love it so fucking much.
All that’s keeping me in place is his command, but it’s so sexy that I can hardly breathe.
He sucks and licks until I explode violently against his mouth in a burst of wetness, and then he’s gone. My body is trembling.
“Alec?”
“I’m here,” he says, hands on my arms, pulling me up and toward the edge of the bed. He helps me to my feet, then issues one command.
“On your knees.”
I drop to my knees without questioning, my body still quivering with the aftershocks of my first orgasm of the evening.
“Open your mouth.”
I open my mouth wide, and he makes me wait a moment before I feel the head of his thick cock pushing against my bottom lip.
“Suck.”
I obey.
He lets me work on him with my lips and tongue until his hips are moving of their own accord, and then he puts a hand beneath my chin and moves my head away.
“Stand up.”
When I stand, he places both of his hands on my arms and turns me around so that my ass is pressed against his hardness. He moves one hand to my waist, pulling me back into him, and rests the other one around my jaw, lifting my chin so that my head is leaned back against his shoulder.
His whisper in my ear almost sets me off again.
“Is this too much for you, sweet thing?”
“No,” I answer, my voice choked with need. The pent-up desire is already becoming overwhelming.
“Do you like losing a little bit of control?”
“A little bit,” I whisper.
“Does it feel good to give yourself to me?” His hand slips down from my waist and lands between my legs, his fingers insistent, plying. I spread my legs wider and he rubs my clit in leisurely circles.
“Yes,” I say, the word dragging out almost into a hiss.
“How much of you can I have?”
“All of me.” I am breathless, wanting. Every inch of me is his.
“Are you…entirely sure?”
“Yes. I’m yours. All yours. I—I love you.”
His muscles tense when I say it, but when he brings his lips back to my ear, I hear a smile in his voice. “I love you, Jessica. Now climb up onto the bed. On your hands and knees.”
He guides me to the edge of the bed and I scramble up, steadying myself on my hands and knees, and spread my thighs wide.
“You are perfection.”
“Please, fuck me, Alec, please.” I can’t wait any longer. I need this. I have to have it. I need you. All of you.”
“Do you want me to fuck you as hard as I can?”
That’s what I told him when he arrived.