He pressed his thumb against my bottom lip, as though he wanted me to know he was going to kiss me soon. “We’re going to fuck, then drink, then fuck, then talk. Then we’re going to hit repeat.” Pressing his lips against the corner of mine, he lay on top of me. “And we’re not going to rush any step.” He kissed me again. “I want to make sure that I know your body and mind better than anyone ever has by the time we finally leave this room.”
I shivered at the thought because I believed him. I knew by now that Alexander Knightley didn’t say things he didn’t mean.
Alexander
After what seemed like hours of kissing like teenagers, I couldn’t wait any longer—I had to get her naked, wanted to see every inch of her, choose which part to touch, rub, kiss, suck, plunder. I kneeled on the bed and peeled off her dress, revealing each part of her, allowing myself to soak into the wonder of her body. As if she were a painting, the oil still fresh, every line, every curve, was perfect and smooth. I slid my gaze to her firm, pert breasts, her rosy nipples jutting out, pointing at me as if they were begging for my particular attention. I’d get to them. Soon.
After I removed her dress, I pulled down her underwear and she was left entirely naked. Her lack of embarrassment fed my need, urging me to take the time to look, to think about what I would do to her. I pulled my shirt out of my trousers and stripped it off. “You have a beautiful body,” I said.
“Thank you,” she said, her chest heaving as she smiled.
I didn’t want to move away but I needed her skin against mine. I quickly stood, kicked off my trousers, and found the condoms in my wallet.
“You have a great body,” she said as I got back on the bed. “You must make time for the gym.”
“My mind doesn’t work well without the exercise. It sets me up for the day.”
“Thank you for that.”
I chuckled. “You’re welcome.” I kissed her on the lips, intending for it to be a quick peck, but I couldn’t pull away. I deepened the kiss, my tongue pressing against hers, her fingers in the back of my hair sending shockwaves down my body.
Every kiss with Violet felt like my first kiss. I didn’t have any memories of women before. Violet had wiped my mind free of everything in the past. I smoothed her hair back from her face as her legs slid against mine, urging me on.
She groaned and I pulled back. “You’re a really great kisser,” I said.
“Back at you.”
I pressed my lips to her taut belly, then licked my way up to the space between her breasts. “This feels decadent.” There were no other words to explain the indulgence I felt being here with her.
“Sex?”
“Having you naked. Spending time in your company.” There wasn’t much I enjoyed outside of work but being right here was exactly where I wanted to be.
“It does?”
“Yeah, better than your skirt around your waist and my trousers pooled at my feet.” She deserved more than some quick fuck against the wall, however good it was. However hard she’d come.
She laughed. “Well, that was fun, too.”
“I like being able to take my time. To savor you.”
She traced her finger over my eyebrow and smiled. “That’s a nice thing to say.”
“I mean it.”
“And you don’t say things you don’t mean—that’s why it means more.”
She was right. I enjoyed spending time with this woman—naked or with clothes on—and I liked that she knew me well enough to know it wasn’t a line.
I sighed as I glanced down her body. “I don’t know where to start.”
She opened her legs in response.
I chuckled. “Oh yeah?” I asked and she just smiled. She was confident enough to ask for what she wanted but I knew she understood that I had the control where it counted. I decided how hard, how deep, how long.
I moved between her legs and pressed her thighs wide. I glanced up and she was watching me, and my fascination with her pussy. I was prolonging the build up to when I would taste her. I sucked in a breath and I lay my tongue flat against her so the tip nudged at her opening. She smelled of jasmine everywhere—it was the perfect combination of sweet and sexy.
Her hands flew to the back of my head as I swept my tongue up and began to explore her folds. Her arching back and loud groan had blood rushing to my cock. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the curves of her body and the warmth of her skin so I could get her good and wet. When I slid my cock into her, I wanted her to be so desperate she’d do anything I demanded.
She tried to roll her hips up, but I held her in place as she bucked under me. “Alexander,” she moaned. “Alexander.”
I’d never heard anyone say my full name without flinching, but Violet owned it, made it impossible for me to feel like anything but the king of kings.
I circled and flicked her clit before delving down and then back up. I needed her to be hungry for me to focus on each and every part of her pussy. I wanted her to be needy for my tongue to arrive and desperate when it left.
Her sounds grew louder as her clit became harder against my tongue and I had to grip her hips tight as sensation overcame her. Her hands left my hair to fist the sheets, and she arched her back and screamed my name again and again and again.
Her body melted against the mattress and the aftershocks of her orgasm pulsed against my tongue.
“Jesus,” she said.
I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand and crawled up her body. “One down.”
“I’ve never come like that. Not with a man going down on me.”
It didn’t surprise me. There was something that happened when we were together that I was certain wasn’t normal. Wasn’t ordinary. “That’s because I’ve never done it.”
She sighed. “Apparently.”
I kissed her on the lips and she pushed her tongue into my mouth, wanting to taste herself, as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
“I want your dick inside me so badly,” she said as I pulled away.
Jesus, those words from her were almost too much—it was as if she knew the exact right thing to say but I understood by the hunger in her eyes and her breathless delivery that it wasn’t why she said it. It was how she felt. I didn’t say things I didn’t mean but Violet wasn’t so different.
“So impatient.”
“It’s been weeks,” she whined.
My straining cock agreed with her. “Flip over onto your stomach.” I reached across and grabbed one of the condoms I’d left on the nightstand, tearing the packet open and covering my dick.
She’d positioned herself on all fours but that wasn’t how we were going to start out. “On your stomach,” I said.
She glanced over her shoulder and frowned, but obediently did as I asked. Fuck, I liked this woman.
I straddled her, my weight on my elbows and forearms. I pushed inside on an achingly slow thrust, trying to tune out her whimpering, until I got as deep as I could get—she was every pleasure I’d ever denied myself all at once.
I paused, trying to get myself together, trying to steady my breathing. With each heaving breath I sucked in the scent of jasmine, and it became a part of me. I closed my eyes, taking in her heat, her intense pressure surrounding my dick, the way my fingertips seemed to find home when they pressed into her skin.