She saw the fire that flashed in his eyes as he stepped forward. "As long as there's a next time," he said in a husky voice, and then his hands were on her again. But instead of pressing his hardness into her, he continued to tease, his hands rubbing her waist, her hips, and then her bottom.
He spread her open and she started to pant. It was so intimate. Lila could feel his eyes on her, there, and wished it was his fingers instead.
Alex blew a hot breath against her sex, dropping to his knees behind her. Lila pressed her face to the bed, her hands clutching the sheets. Then his fingers were touching her, sliding gently back and forth across her outer lips.
"So smooth," he murmured. "Incredibly soft. Although I'm surprised to find you shaved here, given your lack of lovers."
Did he really want to talk about this now? "I was curious, years ago. Wondered why so many women shaved down there. So I tried it." She was glad her cheek was against the bed and that he couldn't see the blush rising to cover her face. "It felt...good. So I kept doing it."
"It certainly does feel good," he said. His fingers continued to torment her, gliding slowly up and down but not entering her. "I'm imagining your fingers here, where mine are, touching yourself, enjoying your softness." He groaned. "A beautiful thought."
Enough of the talk, she wanted to cry. Apparently he felt the same because his mouth became busy in another way. She gasped when she felt his tongue trace the path his fingers had laid. He licked her, over and over, his tongue traveling the length of her, barely teasing her clit, barely passing her outer lips.
It was driving her wild, and her hips began to move of their own accord. She twitched when his tongue flicked at her clit, his torture too exquisite for words. She substituted moans, digging her fingernails into the sheets, her muscles tense, her arousal climbing higher.
"Shhh..." he whispered, continuing to torment her, his motions slow, unhurried.
"I can't," she whimpered, "I need..."
"What do you need?"
Damn him for teasing her! She needed him, dammit, and he knew it! He blew a hot breath against her again and her legs began to shake.
Fuck any embarrassment. She was going to tell him exactly what she wanted. "I need you!"
"And you're gonna get me," he said, a low chuckle in his voice. "Just as soon as I say you're ready."
He took another wide lick, but this time he plunged his tongue into her, as deeply as he could. Lila shuddered, noticing that his hands were gripping her tighter. So he wasn't as immune as he pretended to be. Then his tongue was in her, driving in deeper, and she couldn't think anymore, could hardly breathe.
His tongue moved down to circle her clit and she wanted to scream in frustration, both at the intense stimulation, and the absence of his tongue inside her. He seemed to sense it, and without delay he pressed two fingers into her, causing her to buck back at him.
"You're so hot," he murmured before sucking on her clit. His fingers picked up speed and Lila knew that it wouldn't be long before she came. Her climax was like a wild beast inside her, clawing at its cage to be released. It was gigantic, overwhelming, and when he sucked hard, his fingers pushing deep, she exploded.
Lila felt the rush of moisture at her release, instantly afraid that it would be too much. She'd come on him before and he hadn't seemed to mind, but this was different. This was full exposure, in a lit room, and she wondered if he'd still feel the same now.
His sigh put her at ease. "That was incredible. The hottest thing I've ever experienced." He pressed a kiss to her backside, then stood. "Let's see if I can make you do it again."
Lila groaned, her legs collapsing beneath her. She lay face down on the bed, panting, trying to recover from the ecstasy.
When he ran a hand up her leg, stopping to squeeze her ass, before he covered her body with his own, she knew she could easily do it again. And again.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Alex kept her beneath him until her breathing evened out. He held his own breath, his cock so hard it could hammer nails. He tried not to rub it against her bottom, her delectable, perfect bottom, but couldn't help himself from thrusting against her, loving the feel of her skin against it.
Lila was so perfectly supple, so achingly soft. She was a delightful contrast to the women he'd dated for years. Brittle, hard women who worked to eliminate any softness, in their bodies and their personalities. He'd had enough of their sharpness, enough to last a lifetime. Hard was overrated. Plump, pleasing curves were so much better.
At last she wiggled beneath him and he moved off her, laying on his side beside her, running his fingers along her dark braid.
She turned her head and looked at him, her face flushed, her eyes glassy with passion. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. His heart expanded in his chest, even as his dick throbbed painfully.
Lila turned on her side to look at him. "What happened to hard and fast?"
He laughed. "I'm savoring you. We've got all night."
Her hand snaked out to wrap around his erection and his breath hissed through his teeth. "So you're willing to wait all night for satisfaction? Doesn't seem fair, but who am I to argue?"
"Cupcake, if you keep torturing me, I'm going to have to take revenge."
Her hand squeezed him tighter and he groaned. Something about this woman made it impossible for him to hold himself back. Alex put his arms around her, turning onto his back and tugging her on top of him.
"What are you doing?" she asked, staring down at him, confused.
"I want you on top."
She shook her head, saying, "I'm too heavy," and tried to move.
He tightened his grip, pinning her to him. "Nonsense." She struggled but he only held her closer. "Put your legs on either side of my hips."
Her eyes were full of doubt but she followed his instructions.
"Good, now put your hands here." He moved her hands to his chest, flattening them against him.
He reached down to take his cock in hand. Not able to resist the opportunity to tease her, he ran the head of dick up and down against her slit. A momentary thought flickered in his brain. No condom.
He didn't want one, wanted nothing between his skin and hers. Although he'd always practiced the safest of sex before, he wasn't worried with Lila. He knew she was inexperienced. And if their night of passion led to a child, he'd be nothing but grateful.
Her eye widened, then closed when he finally sank into her. "Oh my God," she said, biting her lip and making him grit his teeth as her inner muscles clamped down on him. "It's so deep."
Alex moved his hands to her ass and guided her motions, showing her how to move on him while he thrust up from beneath her. Her fingernails dug into him but he didn't care. She was so tight, it took all of his control not to plunge to the hilt and release inside of her.
Lila rose up into a sitting position, forcing him in even deeper. "Alex," she whimpered, and a thrill went through him at his name on her lips. "It's too much, too good...Ohhh!"
It was too good, but never too much. He picked up the pace and her head fell backwards, exposing the line of her pale throat. Burying himself inside her, he felt her muscles start to flutter around his cock.
"Oh, God. Oh...I can't...Ahh!" With a loud moan, she climaxed. He felt her squeeze him tightly, then felt the rush of her juices as they spilled over his cock.
Her climax incensed him, it was so erotic. He was like a man possessed, and he drove himself into her, moving his hands from her ass to her flawless breasts, cupping, kneading, thumbing her little pink nipples until they were hard.
Lila cried out, slumping forward, but he wouldn't let her stop, not now, not with his cock throbbing so hard inside her he thought he would have a heart attack. Alex moved his hands to her waist to steady her.
"Put your hands on my thighs," he said, his voice like gravel. She complied, arching her back, the new position pushing him even deeper into her wet warmth.
He wanted to come more than he wanted to
breathe, but not without her with him. Alex moved a hand to her pussy, using his thumb to manipulate her clit.
"Again," he growled. "You're going to come again."
Her eyes were closed, her face pinched up in pleasure. "No," she said. "I can't."
"You can," he countered, thrusting harder, his thumb circling round and round on her clit until she was crying out in need. "You will."
She moved up and down on him furiously, and he prayed that she was close. "Come for me, Lila," he said, punctuating his words with the force of his thrusts.
Her muscles began to tremble, her thighs tightening around him. "Oh please," she begged. "Alex!"
Then she came. Her pussy was like a hot fist around him and he couldn't hold back anymore. He yelled out his release, flooding her even as she came around him. His climax seemed to last an eternity, his cock pulsing repeatedly before it stopped and he could breathe again.
Lila collapsed on top of him, her breath hot in his ear. Gently he stroked her hair back and held her. Her eyes were closed, her breaths closer to pants, and he could feel her heart beating against his chest. He wondered if she could feel his.
After a moment she moved to the side and collapsed onto the bed. He moved her so that her head rested in the crook of his arm, his hand lightly stroking her back.
Finally her eyes opened. Her beautiful golden eyes. They stared at each other until she blushed and looked away.
* * *
Alex put his hand on her cheek, guiding her gaze back to his. "I love you," he whispered.
She loved hearing him say the words, longed to say them back. But she was afraid. Scared to make herself vulnerable. Scared to open up.
"What happens now?" she asked, relieved to hear no tremble in her voice.
"We make love again," he said, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Just as soon as I catch my breath."
"That's not what I meant."
Alex smiled. "I know, but it's the only thing I've been able to think about since you walked into my office in that horrible gray suit."
Lila swatted at him playfully. "Hey!"
Alex grabbed her hand and planted a kiss on her palm before pressing it to his chest, right over his heart. "The suit didn't matter, because I knew what was beneath it."
"What?" Her heart beat faster, waiting for his response.
"This gorgeous body," he said, running a hand down her spine to cup her bottom. "And a beautiful soul."
His words caused her eyes to fill with tears. He'd wanted her since the first time they'd met, and despite the troubles they'd gone through, he hadn't given up on his desire. Now they were together, and it was both terrifying and so magnificent that she could scarcely believe it.
She'd never thought to find a man that loved her as she was, that accepted her and fought for her. Lila couldn't help it as the tears overflowed her eyes and spilled down her cheeks.
"Don't cry," he whispered, kissing away her tears.
"I love you." She'd said it. Her voice was so soft, so quiet, that she wasn't sure he'd heard her.
He had. His eyes lit up and he kissed her mouth. "Say that again."
"I love you, Alex Drake."
He groaned, then seized her lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue licking past her lips to plunge inside of her mouth. She kissed him back, her tongue caressing his, her teeth nibbling at his bottom lip. She could feel her arousal building and moved closer to him, pressing her body against him.
Alex turned to his side and put an arm around her back, pushing her closer to him, starting to grind his growing erection against her thigh. At last he released her lips and gave her a wink. "I've caught my breath finally. Time for you to steal it away again."
They spent the night locked in each other's arms, making love until they were exhausted. She'd fallen asleep only to awaken with his hands on her again, warming her up, making her feel loved and desired. Lila finally drifted off to sleep in the wee hours, and she didn't wake up until dawn had come and gone.
Lila wiggled out of Alex's grip. His mouth made a sleepy moue of disappointment and he shifted onto his stomach. She padded to the bathroom, relieving herself, then standing in front of the mirror. As she unraveled her braid, letting her hair spill over her shoulders and down her back, she watched herself.
Her skin was still flushed, her lips swollen. Her eyes were bright, filled with the knowledge that Alex loved her, and they prompted her to smile.
"Come back to bed," she heard from the other room. "I miss you."
Lila's smile widened and she hurried back into the bedroom, hopping onto the bed and burying her face against his chest. She pressed hungry kisses across it, then up to his neck where she sucked lightly, loving his unique taste.
"What a way to wake up," he murmured, then kissed her.
When he let her lips go, she snuggled against him. A glance at the clock told her it was after 8, and she wondered again what would happen next.
"Alex," she whispered.
"Mmm?" He was nuzzling her neck, rubbing his nose against the sensitive skin on her throat.
"What happens now? With us?"
He rose up, resting his weight on an elbow, and looked at her. "What do you want to happen?"
Lila looked away, unsure of how to respond. He was no longer engaged, and he'd said that he wanted to be with her. But she wasn't sure what that meant. "I don't know," she murmured after a moment.
He pulled her face back to his, resting his forehead against hers. "Whatever you want to happen is all right with me, as long as we're together. We can go back to Portland. We could go to Paris and walk like lovers along the Seine. Or stay here in Trouble Hollow and open up a restaurant. It doesn't matter to me what happens next, as long as you're by my side."
His words were a balm for her soul. For the first time in forever, she allowed herself to relax. Alex was right. It didn't matter what they did, where they went, as long as they were together.
"Although I would like to get married and start making babies with you," he murmured into her ear. "In fact, I'd like to start right now."
Lila smiled. She threw her head back and laughed, feeling free. Her gaze stumbled over the window and she froze. "It's snowing!"
Alex turned his head to look, then gave her his most devilish grin. "Well that decides it," he said. "We won't be going anywhere soon. I hope it keeps snowing until it takes weeks to dig us out. We'll stay here in bed and never leave it."
Lila liked that idea. She pressed a kiss to his lips, then ran her cheek against his, liking the rough feeling of his stubble against her smooth skin. Then she caught of whiff of breakfast smells, undoubtedly coming from the kitchen downstairs.
"I think we should leave the bed, but only long enough to run downstairs and get some of that bacon Mrs. Wheaton is cooking."
Alex laughed, a deep laugh that made his toned muscles stand out in relief. He was really too sexy. "I agree. But first, I want to taste you again."
He slid a hand along her neck, burying it in her hair and pulling her face to his. "I love you, cupcake."
She smiled. "I love you too."
Their kiss led to other things, so that they ended up missing breakfast entirely.
THE END
About the Author
The name is Weston. I'm a former firefighter/EMS guy who's picked up the proverbial pen and started writing bad boy romance stories. I co-write with my sister, Ali Parker as we travel the United States.
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