He sat back on his heels as he ran his hands down her thighs, his thumb rubbing against her clit, knowing she liked him moving like this against her. She involuntarily bucked up at the caress, still extremely close to orgasm from riding him before.
He looked into her eyes as he smiled and bent forward, moaning as his tongue traced a line up her slit. She closed her eyes and bowed her back at the sensation. “You taste fucking amazing.”
Suddenly, his tongue was inside of her, moving expertly against her inner walls. He flicked his thumb over her sensitive clit and she couldn’t hold off any longer. She cried out as the orgasm took hold of her; his tongue lapping up all the release from her orgasm until she fell back against the couch, sated.
He pulled her forward slightly, opening her up to him more as one arm snaked around to hold down her hips. “Not finished yet, beautiful.”
“Aleks, no. Too sensitive.” She started to move her hands to his hair to pull him back, yet he only moved her hand back to the couch as he relentlessly kissed her sensitive folds again.
His tongue continued to thrust inside of her as his other hand moved closer, thumb finding her clit again. He circled with his finger, coaxing her towards another orgasm. Her grip on the back of the couch tightened as he continued to move his tongue inside of her.
When he moved his lips up to suckle her sensitive bud, her back arched again. She moaned low as he inserted a finger, continuing to circle her with his tongue. He flattened it against her before moving in a figure eight. He inserted another finger, his fingertips rubbing the sensitive spot inside.
He’s too damn good at this! The heat built from her stomach as another orgasm began to build. The hand on her hip moved to cup her breast, and when he pinched her nipple as he again sucked on her clit, she needed more.
All in, Belle. “Aleks … I need you … inside of me.”
“I am inside of you, beautiful.” He made a point to wiggle his fingers to punctuate his words as his tongue circled.
“No.” She thrashed her head side to side, holding off the orgasm. “I want you … inside me … now!”
Aleks was still reeling at how delicious she had tasted on his mouth. He had been close to his own release at just the sight and feel of hers. His cock strained against his pants and her words hit him so hard he thought it would break through the zipper.
“I—” he stopped to catch his breath, “I have to run to my room to grab a condom.” And give you time to make sure this is what you want. He began to get up as her hands in his hair held him in place.
“I’m on birth control.” She sounded breathless and desperate. His mind raked with what to do next.
“You want me to … I’ve never had sex without one.”
“Me either. Aleks … please. I want this … with you … now, please.” Her voice, pleading, combined with the temptation of her primed body, Aleks debated. I could be inside of her … bare.
He never trusted any of his partners enough to even consider such unfettered contact. I’ve never wanted another woman the way I want her. The way I need to feel her.
She bent to a sitting position as she unbuttoned his shirt. Her hands flattened against his chest, giving him goosebumps as the small, delicate fingers grazed his torso. She scratched one nipple and he hissed at the sensation. Her cheeks were flushed post-orgasm, yet in her eyes he saw the passion, and the need for him. In that moment, he resigned himself to the knowledge this would be the first woman he had sex with unsheathed. His cock strained harder against its restraint at the thought.
He unbuckled his belt, pushing his pants and boxers down until free of them. He stood, naked and hard as he pulled her legs so she laid flat on the couch. She pulled her shirt over her head and removed her bra as she lay back on the pillow. He looked at her, hair spilled around her, breasts full and supple, her sex glistening.
His cock jutted in anticipation as he placed himself between her legs; one knee under her thigh, the other on the ground for leverage. Must go slow. Don’t hurt her.
He grasped himself as he placed the head next to her opening. He allowed himself to wet the head with her juices as he circled her opening, moving up to rub against her clit. Her back arched at the movement, lifting her breasts up enough for him to take one point in his mouth. He growled into her as he pushed forward.
She cried out as he began to stretch her. So tight.
He stilled for a moment then positioned his arm above her head, his muscles straining as he begged himself not to push too far, too fast. He needed to be fully inside of her, everything inside of him was screaming for it.
Her heat surrounded him as he pushed in further. He’d never felt a woman’s inside without the sheath of a condom, and her walls against his bare cock had him quivering. So fucking perfect.
She called out his name as she circled her hips, beckoning him in further. He flexed his hips, forcing himself deeper inside of her.
“Christ, Belle.” He gasped, trying to hold onto the last shred of control. “If you keep moving I’m not going to be able to go slow.”
She looked up at him, her eyes amber flames with her lust. “Please, Aleksandr. I need you.”
With one thrust he buried himself inside of her to the hilt. Intense pleasure caused a flash of white behind his closed eyelids. He heard her scream out, tears in her eyes.
“I’m sorry,” was all he could muster. He throbbed inside of her, desperate to move but not wanting to hurt her further, he pulled his hips back.
Her hand grasped his ass and stilled his movement. “Just … just give me a minute to adjust.” His entire body was taut. He begged himself not to move, sweat breaking out at the base of his spine with the exertion of holding himself back. He was large and strong, and she so delicate. When she began to move her hips around him he looked down, raising a brow in question.
“Okay, I’m good. And you feel fucking amazing.”
He drew in a breath, then slowly pulled out and gently pushed back in, eyes rolling back in his head at the feeling of her walls against him. When she cried out, this time in pleasure, he knew he was free to enter her at will.
He began thrusting again, in and out slowly, allowing her to get used to his size, and allowing himself to savor her velvety sheath. He bent his head down to graze her breasts again.
When he felt her inner lubrication increase, he bucked harder into her. Her breasts bobbed as he pummeled into her, her head lolling from side to side, back arching to take him in fully.
It’s happened. I’m finally inside my Belle! He smiled as he realized how much he wanted this.
He grabbed her ass as he lifted to angle her up to more easily accept his thrust. As he did, his other thumb found her clit to circle, knowing he needed her to come one more time before he would allow himself. He bent forward to kiss her neck, her hardened nipples teasing his chest with each movement.
He fucked her harder as he circled his hips knowing it would hit her inner sweet spot, urged on by the sound of her voice as she moaned in pleasure. She wrapped her legs around his waist. “Oh, right there! Oh my god, right there.”
With every thrust she grasped him like a warm, wet fist — his cock throbbed against her silken folds. Her legs on his waist, her breasts underneath him, her moans in his ear; a thousand sensations all threatening to tear him apart.
“Your pussy feels amazing,” he grated into her ear. “Not going to stop until I feel you milking me.”
“Aleks … so close…”
His thrusts became frantic, mind solely on her pleasure before he would allow himself to find his own. Close himself, he didn’t know how much longer he could hold off. He heard her breath hitch, her face flushing, indicating her release was moments away. As he circled her clit with his thumb, he continued, “I’m going to cum inside of you so hard you’ll think it was another thrust.”
At this, she screamed his name as her walls clenched around him. A rush of warm moisture surrounded him as she orgasmed, her walls clasping a
round him harder, indeed milking him. He continued to buck harder as his own orgasm began from the base of his shaft.
His release rushed forth with such force he knew she felt it. He let out a broken yell as the ecstasy hit.
“Oh, it’s so good, so hot,” she exclaimed as he pumped wave after wave inside of her, emptying himself. He fell forward onto her, still inside as he held her close. She nestled her head into the crook of his shoulder, both of them catching their breath while remaining entwined. She looked up at him as she smiled, “That was … you were…”
He laughed, “I know, baby girl. I’m that good.”
He kissed her forehead as he pulled her into his chest. She had been amazing as well; he’d never orgasmed so hard in his life.
And now, in the aftermath of their union, a strange feeling washed over him. He didn’t want her to move; wasn’t antsy to leave now that he finished. He was comfortable with her like this. He squeezed her shoulders and lifted his head to place a gentle kiss on her lips. For the first time in his life, he was exactly where he wanted to be.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Belle woke up, tucked into her bed, and still naked. She lazily stretched as she smiled. That was the best sex I’ve ever had!
She remembered his pulsing girth, his words caressing her, the way he felt when he emptied himself inside of her. She frowned for a moment, disbelieving she not only allowed him, but begged him to enter her without protection. Rubbing her eyes, she tried to remember why she thought it was a good idea then. She had never been tempted to in the past, and hated the idea she was so lost to lust she didn’t care. Thinking about it now, the other option was even scarier: she wanted him to because it was more than lust.
Shaking her head of the thoughts for now, she remembered she had fallen asleep in his arms on the couch in the library. He had literally knocked her out. Her cheeks reddened at the thought of him carrying her through the house, naked, to put her to bed.
She spied her clothes at the edge of her bed, neatly folded, with a note attached.
Belle-
Wanted nothing more than to wake up with you, but I had to meet a potential client — where I’ll accomplish nothing other than thinking about you. I want to take you out tonight. Be ready by 7.
-Aleksandr
She let out a squeal of excitement. The clock on the nightstand read just after 4pm. Three hours until she would see him again. It was almost too long.
She drew a bath and took her time allowing the water to seep into her skin, softening it and easing the soreness between her legs. Her muscles loosened as she allowed her thoughts to drift. She replayed every moment inside the library. His surprise, his mouth, the way he felt inside of her. She had finally given into the inevitable. He’d made his intentions clear almost from the moment they’d met and she felt no regret in having allowed herself to enjoy what he had to offer. She recalled the way he smiled when he was inside of her, as if he had won a prize. The thought made her heart jump.
She wondered if he really saw her as nothing more than a game of conquest. She knew from his past, as well as the history they had shared, sex didn’t equate to a relationship for him, but something had changed between them. Hadn’t it? Please don’t become cold again.
She hoped the invitation to dinner meant he wouldn’t — but she couldn’t push the nagging feeling away.
Getting out of the tub, she readied for the evening. Not knowing where they were going, she decided to wear a classic little black dress. She curled her hair and allowed it to fall in waves down her back and applied makeup to accentuate the color of her eyes and a clear lip gloss. A few minutes before seven, she brought her nude heels with her downstairs to the lounge. She poured herself a glass of champagne and filled a low-ball half full of whiskey for Aleks.
As she was getting her foot into the second heel she sensed him enter the room behind her. She could feel his eyes on the open back of her dress, and goosebumps littered her skin. She turned with the glasses in her hands, and the sight of him took her breath away.
He wore deep blue dress pants with a white button down shirt, no tie, and collar unbuttoned. His sleeves were rolled to expose his muscular forearms, and his hair styled back in the familiar tussled look, which only made her think of how it looked after they had orgasmed. As he walked closer, she caught his eyes roving up and down her body.
“I — I didn’t know what I should wear. I hope this is okay,” she stammered, nervous at the intensity of his stare.
“You look perfect,” he observed as his hands found her hips and pulled her into him. He bent down to kiss her. His mouth moved sinuously over hers, his tongue easily gaining entrance to expertly play against hers. As he pulled back, she had to inhale deeply; the passion of his kiss stole her breath.
“I … here … I have a drink for you,” she muttered anxiously as she handed him his glass, while taking a sip of her champagne. He tilted his head as he smiled over the rim of the glass before taking a sip. Never removing his eyes from hers, he downed the liquid.
Belle’s heart skipped a beat. It’s like he has some kind of magical power over me. A mix of nerves and anticipation made Belle feel unsteady. Every move he made, every look, fanned an internal flame.
Aleks brushed past her waist as he placed the drink on the bar behind her. The closeness made her shudder and her breathing hitched. He caught her reaction which only served to redden her cheeks more.
“Do I make you nervous?” he asked, a smile ghosting on his lips.
Deciding to be honest, she nodded. “I don’t know why, I just … I just am.”
Narrowing his eyes, he looked at her for a moment before speaking. “Are you … do you regret what happened between us?”
Belle shook her head. Her feelings were quite the opposite — she already craved him inside of her again. She smiled at him to punctuate her response. “No, not at all. I can’t stop thinking about it, actually. I’m sorry I didn’t take you up on the offer sooner.”
He laughed as he pulled her in close. “Me too. We should make up for lost time.”
He kissed her again as his body pressed against hers. She wrapped her hands around him, relishing in his hard body under the clothing. At that moment, her stomach decided to speak, loudly, which caused him to pull away.
“When was the last time you ate?” He looked at her with a brow raised.
“Breakfast,” she replied sheepishly. “I’d have eaten lunch, but I got distracted in the library. There’s just something about books that makes me lose my mind.”
Aleks chuckled. “Well then. The faster we eat, the faster I can get you back … to your books.”
Aleks brought her to one of his favorite restaurants. It sat on the Hudson, right on the water, in full view of the city lights. They arrived a few minutes before their reservation and he walked with her, hand in hand, to the lookout over the water. The evening breeze made the soft curls in her hair sway.
Everything about her made his heart race. Her dress only served to make him want to remove it, to caress the curves he had already memorized. The memory of the afternoon had made it almost impossible to concentrate during his meeting; his mind constantly flashed with the sight of her, spread wide and wanting. He recalled the feel of her around him, the sound of her voice as she called his name, the way her sex forced the orgasm from him. He couldn’t wait to do it again.
He kissed her hand as they crossed back to the restaurant and were escorted to their private table. She glanced at him nervously over the top of her menu. He was amused at her nervousness; the idea she was shy after they were as intimate as two people could be confounded him. Most women became clingy; either wanting another go or wanting him to act differently towards them. Belle isn’t most women, he reminded himself.
The waiter stood ready to take their order, his eyes roaming over Belle. Aleks noted they lingered slightly too long on her chest. As she looked up to ask for recommendations, he looked into her eyes and smiled. Aleks tensed, anno
yed at this audacity to leer at his woman while they were together.
Belle seemed unfazed as her eyes returned to the menu. He glared at the waiter, flexing his fist under the table. The waiter only gave him the briefest look before returning his gaze back to Belle.
Keeping his voice calm he commented, “Beautiful, isn’t she?”
Belle’s eyes widened in surprise at his remark as she looked up at him before flushing and looking down at the menu. The waiter looked at him for a moment, before the corner of his lips shifted in a brief smirk. Turning back towards Belle, he provoked, “Absolutely lovely.”
Aleks was about to speak when the waiter interrupted, informing them of the dinner specials and taking their drink order. He never took his eyes from Belle.
Aleks glared at his back as he walked away, more annoyed than before.
“What was that?”
Aleks looked at her. “He was eye-fucking you the entire time he was here.” He couldn’t keep the malice out of his voice as he spoke.
Belle laughed. “Now you know how it feels.”
He turned towards her, confused. “What does that mean?”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. I’m certain the way the waiter looked at me doesn’t hold a candle to the way women look at you everywhere you go.”
She went back to her menu as he stared at her incredulously. She notices other women checking me out — and doesn’t like it. Pure, masculine pride rushed through him.
She continued with a smile, “I hope he continues,” she said matter-of-factly. “You’re cute when you’re jealous.”
“I don’t get jealous,” he responded, matter-of-factly.
At this, she snorted before smirking. “Keep telling yourself that.”
“And do you enjoy it when other men look at you?” He leaned closer to her, gaze narrowed.
She met his stare and giggled, “Maybe I like to see Mr. Stoic all ruffled.”
“Tell me. Who would you rather have inside of you?”
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