by Kahlen Aymes
“I did keep it reasonable. It’s very representative of you, but I wanted the world to know, you’re mine.”
“I just want you to know,” she said softly, and his hand squeezed her thigh possessively. “Kiss me, Alex.”
“Wait a few minutes and we’ll be home.”
“I know you want to kiss me.”
He smiled, this conversation reminiscent of a similar one the first night they were together. “Not until I can make love to you. Once I start, I’m not stopping all night.”
“It’s that whole orgasm thing again.”
Alex laughed as she read his mind. “Yes.”
“We should call Darian, and thank him for throwing us together.”
“He knows. He’ll be my best man, and we’ll make him sing karaoke at the reception.” The dimples in his handsome face made his smile all the more magnetic.
“I don’t need a huge wedding, Alex. Something small with just our family and closest friends.”
“I want to give you the best of everything. I want to give you the fairy tale. If anyone deserves it, it’s you.”
“But, I don’t need any of the frou-frou stuff,” Angel said seriously. “I just want you.”
“You have me.” Alex bent to kiss her mouth. “Always.”
She wasn’t cold. The limo had been warm when they got in, but Angel snuggled closer. “I’m… sort of stunned. It’s so soon.”
Alex leaned down and pressed his mouth into the hair above her temple. “I’ve been anxious for months but knew you’d balk if it was too soon.”
“Did the kidnapping motivate you?”
He shook his head. “No. I purchased the ring before that.”
Angel was content and euphoric, but she was also Angel, and she was ornery. She took the hand Alex was resting on her thigh and pushed it higher, over her bare hip and under her dress. “Did you forget about that? You were so serious during dinner.”
Alex huffed with amusement, his hand squeezing her ass and his dick beginning to betray him. “I never forget that I want you. It’s a constant ache. Stop it. You’re being naughty.”
“I can take care of that ache,” she whispered, pulling one hand up and sucking one of his fingers into her mouth.
Instantly, his cock sprang to life, blood filling it in an instant, and he groaned. He pressed one of her hands into his erection that was pushing through the fine wool of his expensive slacks. Her fingers curled around his hard flesh, and she rubbed and pumped as best she could through the fabric.
“Fuck, Angel, please,” he pleaded. His voice was low and velvet. “We’re pulling up to the curb. Now I have a raging hard-on.”
“I like your raging hard-ons,” she teased.
Alex said nothing as the car stopped, but he quickly buttoned his overcoat, shooting Angel a sardonic look that said “You’re gonna get it.”
She smiled as his hand took hers, threading their fingers together. When the driver opened the door, Alex got out, pulling Angel behind him. He handed the driver a hundred-dollar bill.
“Thank you.”
“Thank you, Mr. Avery. Will you need me any more tonight?”
“No, Darrell. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, sir. Dr. Hemming.”
Alex motioned for Angel to precede him into the building but kept ahold of her hand. He swiped his fob in the elevator that would whisk them up to his penthouse then pressed Angel against the wall, unbuttoning his coat and pulling hers open.
She watched him intently, and her tongue slid salaciously over her full lower lip. His eyes burned into hers.
“Are you going to punish me for being naughty?” she teased, her voice a sensual caress, filled with invitation.
He moved closer until she could feel his hot breath on her face. He reached down and flattened his hands on the outside of her thighs and slid her dress up, burying his face in her neck, tasting and ghosting, his teeth nipping softly at her silky skin. She was covered in goose bumps, her body started to tremble.
“No.” His hand moved to the secret place she wanted him to touch, and she gasped. Her heat almost burned him as her body arched, and her legs opened slightly, to give him easier access. He parted her flesh slowly, still running those delicious nibbles very slowly up and down her neck. She was hot and slick, with the perfect amount of wetness.
“Huhhhh,” His breath rushed out in desire, uncaring that the elevator could open at any moment and someone might see them; consumed by the moment and the woman in front of him. He slowly pushed two fingers inside her, and she moaned his name, her eyes closing. He curled them upward and pressed the spot inside her he knew drove her crazy.
Her legs trembled, and he was satisfied he’d put her in the same state she’d left him in.
“Alex, God,” Angel groaned, gripping his shoulders to keep from falling. “Ungggg.”
“Yes, I know,” he whispered urgently as he dragged his mouth over her jaw up to her mouth. “It feels so good, but it aches so fucking bad, doesn’t it.” His fingers rubbed back and forth inside her, not thrusting but pulsing against her G spot. His cock was twitching and throbbing in time with his pounding heartbeat. He was so turned on, he thought he’d burst. “I’m going to make that go on and on, Angel, for hours.”
He kissed her, then his tongue ravaged the inside of her mouth, sucking her tongue deep into his mouth. He felt her fingers tug at his hair, and it only served to incite his desire more.
The elevator dinged as the floors passed, and finally, the doors opened. Angel moaned in protest as Alex removed his fingers, but his other arm remained around her waist as he pulled her from the elevator and into his apartment.
It didn’t take long before their coats were on the floor in the foyer, her purse and his keys clattering on the sparkling marble tile. One light on the small table in the entryway was the only light beyond the cityscape glowing in through the large windows of his great room.
They were frenzied, hands on each other, the need between them raged, but Alex wanted to savor every touch. His mouth was on hers in a hungry kiss, both eager to get closer. They were wrapped up and clinging together; mouths gorging and indulgent, tongues laving, each sucking and nipping. Their kissing was always so electric; so amazing between them, it overwhelmed them both.
Alex ripped his mouth from hers, both of them panting, and Angel’s hand gripped his head, trying to pull his mouth back to hers, her leg curled around his hip. Fuck, she was hotter than hell.
“Angel, I want you.” His breath was heavy and hot, rushing in and out of his body. “So much.”
“Then have me.”
Alex wanted Angel to remember every second of this night. He wanted to remember every second, and he wouldn’t rush it or fuck her in the foyer. He would make slow love to her and wring every modicum of pleasure from her until she was begging him to let her come.
He lifted her up, and automatically, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her dress was still pushed up enough to allow easy movement. His arms held her bare butt as he turned and walked with purpose up the stairs to his room.
He pushed open the door and laid her on the bed. Angel didn’t want to let him go and reached up to kiss him. He gave in because he wanted to deny her nothing, but his fingers, soft on her jaw, he took control and slowed the kiss. When it broke, he took her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist with his open mouth, sucking slightly, his eyes burning into hers.
“I want to go slow, babe.” Alex moved away to turn the stereo on. He’d planned for this, so the playlist of sexy songs had been compiled and began playing. The volume was low, but the Bose speakers flooded the room with sultry surround sound.
He stood and shed his clothes in front of her. She watched him, trying not to push her dress down or hide her nakedness. He looked down at her as his jacket and tie fell to the floor, and he began to unbutton his shirt. His breath caught in his chest. She still had on her stiletto heels; the whisper thin stockings, darker than her alabaster skin, were e
dged in lace, showing below bare thighs and bare… She took note of where his eyes were focused, and she spread her legs for him. His cock screamed, getting harder, feeling like the skin would split. Her eyes were full of want and love, sparkling in the dim light filtering in from the balcony doors. He liked how the low light outlined her body, allowing him to see her body and her gorgeous face, her hair splayed out in a dark halo around her head. His sexy Angel.
“Mmmm…” What a sensual picture she made.
Alex pushed his shoes off, the toe of one on the heel of the other, uncaring if he ruined them. Angel’s eyes followed the movements of his hands as he unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants to the floor. His muscles were so magnificent. He was cut; his movements were lithe and beautiful. She couldn’t tear her eyes away.
His shoulders were broad, his arms and thighs strong and defined, his abs tight and toned, the six-pack made sexier only by the trail of hair that led down the center and disappeared into the low waist of his boxer briefs. His erection was thick; full, and pushed to the side, barely contained inside his boxers, but he left them on.
He came to her, and her hands reached for him. He took her hand and pulled her up, unzipping her dress to push it off her shoulders; he kissed one softly. She smelled amazing, and his eyes closed. As much as his dick was aching, his heart was aching more. He loved her beyond words.
Angel’s black lace bra was low on her full breasts, the scalloped edge barely covered the nipples, and he brushed his fingers, ever so softly, over the top swells. “Mmm…” he moaned against the skin of her shoulder then her neck. His fingers ached to touch her and moved over the firm flesh, still covered in lace. He cupped both breasts, his thumbs teasing Angel’s already taut nipples. He could smell her desire, and it drove him mad.
He sighed against her as her hands moved over his ass hen pushed into his briefs to squeeze the firm muscles there. “Angel… Jesus. It’s never enough.”
Her dress was in a rumpled pool around her waist, but he left it there and gently pushed her back against the pillows. “I know,” she whispered. “I know, Alex.”
Her fingers were light as they explored the hard curves and valleys of the muscles on his stomach, inching lower toward his cock, and they tightened beneath her ministrations. “Take these off,” she murmured.
His hand grabbed her wrist, gently stopping her. “Don’t touch me yet, babe. I want to take our time.”
He was sitting on his knees between her spread legs, out of Angel’s reach. Her hand rose toward him, at the same time Alex’s hands slid up her thighs, pressing them open further. One hand inched higher, as his other moved to pull down one cup of her bra to close around the firm mound. “Fuck, you are so beautiful.”
He bent to take the nipple in his mouth, the gentle sucking and flicking of his tongue, combined with his thumb gently brushing in torturous teasing brushes over her clit, made Angel arch and writhe beneath him.
He moved from one breast to the other, biting at her hard nipple through the black lace. “Alex,” she called. “Please.”
She was still vibrating from their time in the limo, and he seemed intent on torturing her. He moved slowly, relishing her body and worshiping it. His mouth moved lower, and she was wishing he’d removed her dress, but he moved below it, and soon, she forgot everything. Her fingers fisted in the sheets, and her head fell back as he rained soft, sucking kisses over her stomach, between her hipbones, and lower, his hand still inflicting the slow torture on her clit.
Finally, she felt his hot breath lower and couldn’t help but raised her hips toward his mouth. The fact she was aching for his touch aroused Alex even more. He lay down on his stomach and laid one hand flat on her stomach between her navel and pubic mound, his other reached for her hand, threading through it and holding her tight. He started slow, blowing hot breath on her then using the tip of his tongue to move around her clitoris.
It was delicious and so torturous. “Mmmmm,” she moaned and involuntarily arched again.
Alex couldn’t take it. She tasted amazing, and her soft sighs and low moans were making him nuts. He pushed one, then two, fingers inside and started a slow pulse against her G-spot in time with the way his tongue pressed her clit. He couldn’t help himself; he sucked the silken flesh into his mouth again with the pulses. He was a skilled lover, and he knew it, yet no other woman’s pleasure had ever mattered more to him. He needed her pleasure like he needed his own.
He could feel her clench around his fingers, feel her clit start to pulse under his tongue, and he’d be damned if he could stop. He wanted her to come hard, and she did. Her whole body jerked and shuddered. He milked her orgasm, lightening his pressure but not letting up, his eyes watching her head thrash on the pillow, her body arch. She cried out his name.
“Alex, you have to stop.” She jerked again, the aftershocks still rocking through her, and her clit was so sensitive, his touch almost hurt. “Uhhhh, Alex.”
He inhaled and moved, crawling up and over her body to kiss her deeply. His heart leapt in his chest when her arms went instantly around his back and shoulders, her fingers almost clawing into his skin, and her legs wrapped around his hips.
She kissed his strong shoulder then his neck as he lay down beside her, his body still entwined with hers. They were facing each other, and Alex pushed her hair back and looked into her eyes.
“I will give you that ten times a day.”
“Oh, Alex.” Angel reached up to cup his face with her small hand. “You’re so good to me. How could I ever doubt you?”
He covered the hand on his face with his, then turned and kissed her palm.
“I wasn’t always like this. To be fair, when we met, this wasn’t me. You changed me.”
“You were always good.”
He pulled Angel closer, wanting to kiss her. He was still rock hard, and he couldn’t help pressing his hard flesh into her soft stomach.
“You make me better.”
Angel pressed on his shoulder, silently communicating that she wanted him on his back. “Help me out of this,” she requested softly.
She raised her arms, and Alex pushed the dress up and over her head until she was free of it. He dropped it softly to the carpet on the side of the bed, both hands coming to her hips, his thumbs rubbing over them. Angel reached behind her, unhooked her bra, and soon, the black lace joined the dress.
“Will you leave on the stockings and the shoes?” Alex questioned, a small smile gracing his sensuous mouth.
“I’ll give you anything you want.”
“I just want you,” he said, repeating the words she said in the cab. The heat in his gaze intensified as his eyes roamed her body. His hands moved up to cup her full, high breasts, their round shape and rosy nipples so perfect. In his eyes, she was perfect.
Angel’s features were soft with satisfaction and love, and her hand closed around his flesh, pulling and twisting his cock firmly. Alex closed his eyes and bit his lower lip.
She licked her palm to lubricate it and make the sensations more incredible for him. He moaned and began to breathe in shallow pants as she worked him. His eyes flew open and trained on her face. There was a drop of clear pre-cum leaking from the head of his penis, and she rubbed it around with her thumb. He bucked his hips underneath her, and she eased off on her touch.
“Angel?” he questioned. “Are you still sensitive?”
She shook her head and bent to take him in her mouth. He was long and wide, and it made it difficult to go as deep as she wanted, so she wrapped her hand around the base and moved it in time with her mouth, using her lips to cover her teeth.
“Uhhh, babe. That feels amazing,” he groaned. Her hair hid her from him, and he pulled it back and up with both hands so he could see what she was doing to him. His stomach muscles tensed as his orgasm built. If he let himself, he would explode in her mouth at any moment. Angel’s other hand wrapped around his scrotum, and she used the ring made by her index finger and thumb to pull it down and aw
ay from his body. Though he still felt ready to come, whatever she’d done gave him more control, and it could continue to build. She pressed on the hard flesh behind his balls with two fingers, and he gasped. It was the most incredible feeling he’d ever had; it was building beyond the point of where he’d normally come.
She pulled her mouth off to speak. “I want you to tell me if you’re going to come, Alex. Don’t come, but don’t stop me until you are almost there.”
“Fuck. Angel,” he groaned when she started again. It was so intense; it almost hurt when he got closer and closer. A couple of minutes later, he couldn’t take it another second.
“Babe. You gotta stop.”
She kept a hand around him but sat up, wiping her mouth with her other hand.
“That was incredible.”
“I’m not done.” Angel lifted her body and guided him into her body, sinking slowly down until he was sheathed inside her. “Uhhh,” she breathed.
Alex’s eyes darkened. Her body was hot and tight around him, and Angel used inner muscles to hug him tighter as her hips began a slow rocking. She was so good to him. His cock was super sensitive, and her body seemed even tighter and hotter than she normally was: the sensations were incredible.
Alex knew he’d come without much more stimulation, but he wanted Angel to come with him, and he reached out to touch her, massaging between her legs and feeling his own body moving into hers.
Angel’s head fell back as she rode him, her hips rocking and his beginning to rise to meet her.
“Kiss me, Angel,” Alex commanded.
She fell forward, her mouth latching on to his as their pace increased. He was still touching her, but his other hand wound in her hair, and his tongue plundered inside the warm recesses of her mouth. His orgasm built and built, and despite his hardest efforts to stop himself from coming, he exploded inside her. “Fuuuuuck,” he grunted, his body tingling and jerking violently, coming harder than he ever had in his life. He was shaking with the force of it, blood sending a hot flush beneath the skin of his face and chest.