“Did you think my interest only a casual thing? That I would campaign for two years because I was marginally intrigued by the color of your eyes or the curve of your breast?”
Her heart jumped. “Truth, Alex? I didn’t once think about why you were doing what you were doing. Not once. I have avoided such thinking for over ten years and it was easier not to ask myself why and open up all the complications that came with it. I didn’t want to know your motives.” She drew in a breath that shuddered. “Until you kissed me.”
“I believe that you were the one who climbed over the console,” Alex pointed out dryly.
She took one last step and now she was so close to him she had to look up and lean back a little to see his face properly. If she swayed forward even a little bit their bodies would touch. Her nerves all came on-line, tingling at the possibilities. “I may have started it,” she said, and her voice betrayed her arousal. “But you finished it and more thoroughly than I had intended. You opened up a Pandora’s Box, Alex. I can’t close it now.”
His breath was faster, too, as his gaze flickered over her face.
“Kiss me,” she demanded.
His jaw flexed. “If I do…if you insist on this, I’ll cooperate, but it will be for all the wrong reasons.”
Sydney licked her lips. “If you want to get over your rejection with some revenge sex, that’s fine by me.”
He moved faster than she thought possible. His arms came around her, she was turned rapidly, then her back was against wall. Alex pressed up against her, his long length pinning her. Hard. They stayed like that, looking at each other.
She let out another shuddering breath, adrenaline mixing with the anticipation. “Kiss me,” she demanded and this time her voice emerged as a whisper.
He bent his head and kissed her, and it was everything she had wanted it to be. The pressure of his lips against hers was just right. His tongue thrusting into her mouth brought a groan from her. Even the way he was holding her up against the wall, virtually immobile, generated pleasure. Sydney’s arms were locked down. All she could do was reach around him. She cupped his ass and delighted in the hard, rounded muscle she felt there. She pulled him against her, encouraging him. His hips pressed harder, almost grinding into her. His cock was a solid mass between them, teasing her as it brushed her pelvis. The whole time he kissed her, not letting her go for a second.
Sydney slid her hands upward, following the delightful curve of his ass and the small of his back. Because his shirt was hanging loose, her fingers slipped beneath it, and above the band of his jeans she found soft flesh. It was cool to her touch, but the softness was a delight, especially as she could feel hard muscles beneath, flexing and stretching as he moved. She swept up as high as she could reach, then trailed her fingertips back down again and stroked under the loose denim band.
Alex released her mouth, but didn’t pause. He kissed her jaw and her throat, trailing around to her ear and down the side of her neck. Sydney closed her eyes and let her head roll to the side, to give him better access. She was trembling and barely standing on her own feet. Alex was propping her up.
Then for a moment, he wasn’t. He leaned away from her, his hips maintaining contact and hooked his fingers in the top of her shirt. He tugged. It didn’t look like he put effort into it, but every single button popped and scattered across the tiles at their feet and the shirt fluttered open.
Sydney spread her hands over the wall behind her, for support. She was breathing heavily and her body pulsed.
Alex reached for her bra, his fingers curling over the middle of it, the knuckles brushing her breasts. He didn’t look at her. He pulled and the bra tore with a low ripping noise and fell away, but before it reached the ground, his hand slipped over the front of her trousers. He glanced at her and she knew she could stop him with a single word. She stayed silent. She wasn’t sure if she could speak, anyway.
The trousers split at the side seams and she felt the tug as the wool brushed between her thighs. Alex tossed the ruined garment aside and grabbed her hips, bending to run his mouth over her chest, with a small growl that sounded hungry and made her shiver with delight. His beard brushed her flesh, a secondary delight. As he trailed down the slope of her breast, she was lifted off her feet. He was bringing her up to a convenient height for him, and he made a rough noise that sounded like one of satisfaction. Then he sucked in the tip of her breast and his teeth closed around the nipple.
Sydney cried out at the pure pleasure that bolted through her. Her clit wasn’t just throbbing, it was pulsing in heavy waves. There seemed to be a direct connection between her nipples and her clit, cycling the pleasure even higher. He toyed with her breasts for endless long minutes and Sydney thought she would go mad with need. Her hands thrummed against the wall, her hips were thrusting into his hands. Her panties, the only garment she was wearing apart from her low-heeled stilettos, were damp with her moisture.
Alex pulled her hips away from the wall, so that only her back was supporting her. The movement pushed her legs against him and Alex lifted her knees, one after another, so that her thighs were spread around him. His hands were under her ass, and one hand tugged at the back of her panties, pulling them away with a whisper of tearing lace. Then she felt his arm working under her and heard the soft sound of a zipper.
Her heart leapt hard. He was going to take her right here. Right now!
He was watching her, measuring her reaction.
She swallowed. “Hurry,” she whispered and her voice was strangled down to a whisper by frantic desire.
His hands returned to her ass, this time with no lace barrier between them. He lowered her a few inches and his cock pressed up against her. Sydney held her breath, as he slid inside her. He felt thick and very hard, and as he filled the length of her channel, she groaned.
So did Alex. He paused, his cock fully inside.
Their gazes met.
Sydney could barely speak. She was jittering apart around him.
Alex kissed her, a brief brush of his lips. Then he began to thrust. It was a slow movement at first. She could feel every inch of him sliding into her and withdrawing. But then he began to thrust in earnest and she could see by the fierce concentration on his face that he was controlling himself, making it last.
Then she couldn’t watch anymore. Her climax was building, which was beyond belief, for in her past experience, vaginal climaxes weren’t something she thought she was capable of. But the same excitement was building from the pit of her belly, swelling in waves, making her breath hitch and her body to tighten up. “Harder!” she begged as she clawed her way toward the peak.
Alex rammed into her, just the way she needed. With a sound she had never heard herself make before, she was tipped over into an orgasm. It ripped through her, in wave after long wave, making her shudder. Her pussy was clamping in pleasure with each wave, her clit pulsing hard. The climax gripped her for what seemed like minutes on end.
Despite the rolling, endless pleasure that made her almost blind to anything, Sydney was still able to feel Alex stiffen and his hips jerk. He groaned loudly as he came, his fingers digging into her hips.
They came to a rest once more, both of them breathing heavily. Sydney gave a quivering sigh.
Alex lifted his head to look at her. “That sounded like you just made up for ten years of celibacy.” There was a small smile lifting the corner of his mouth.
“Barely,” Sydney said. “I’m going to need a lot of that to square the books.”
“As you wish.” He shifted and straightened up, bringing her with him. His cock was still inside her, still heavy and thick, and now it seemed heated, glowing against the walls of her pussy.
He turned and started to walk down the passage and Sydney threw her arms around his shoulders, moaning against his neck, for with each stride, his cock thrust a little deeper inside her.
Then he stopped where the passage opened out into the airy foyer at the front door and shook his head. “No
, I cannot wait.” He muttered something in another language and put her on the floor, his cock sliding from her.
“But—” she began, disappointment and alarm touching her.
“Shh…” He shucked off his jeans and treated his shirt the same way as hers—he tore it off, regardless of the buttons. Then he was naked in front of her. His cock rose straight up, as firm as it had been before he had slid it into her. Sydney’s heart beat a little harder as she took in his physique and the very real muscles that his clothing never showed. He was lean and ripped…and his thighs were thick with rider’s muscles.
Before she could enjoy the view any more, he turned her, his hands on her shoulders. She was facing the narrow table against the wall, next to the front door. There was a big oval mirror over the top of it.
“Bend over,” Alex said. He was watching her in the mirror. “Hold onto the table.”
Pleasure touched her. She bent and placed her hands on the edge of the table, and raised her head to look in the mirror. Alex was studying her ass and as she watched, he reached and slid his fingers through her cleft, from her ass to her clit. She hissed and pushed backward with her hips.
But he didn’t take the invitation. Instead, he stroked along her cleft once more, only this time, his fingers separated around her clit, then closed on it and tugged. Sydney jerked in surprise and cried out.
“Mm…” Alex murmured and did it again. Then he began to stroke her clit in firm, short touches and Sydney had to close her eyes, for the pleasure was overwhelming. She was going to come again. She began to shake, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
At the last minute, he stopped and she choked out a cry of protest. As she lifted her head to look at him, he stepped behind her. His cock slid into her, deeper and deeper until his pelvis was pushed up against her ass. His hands claimed her hips again and this time he did not start with a slow, deathly pace. He thrust into her hard and fast, his fingers gripping tightly.
The pleasure swirled again and Sydney caught her breath and held on, her body clamping around him with every thrust.
Then he dropped a hand and curled it around her hip and reached between her thighs. His rhythm didn’t pause as his fingers claimed her clit once more and began to stroke in time with his thrust.
Sydney rolled her head back and cried out as her climax shattered through her body, leaving spots dancing in her eyes and her breath more ragged than before. She thought she might pass out.
Alex slammed into her, his thrusts shortening and speeding up and she watched in the mirror as his climax took him, making the tendons in his neck stand out. Then he averted his head, away from the mirror and stepped away from her, his cock withdrawing.
She straightened and turned, puzzled, as he kept his face away from her. His mouth worked and it seemed that he was probing under his lips with his tongue. Then his shoulders relaxed and he looked at her once more. His gaze travelled over her. Then he gave her a small smile. “Your heels should be higher.”
“I’d be taller than you, if they were.”
“That’s a disadvantage I can work with,” he assured her. “Besides, everyone is the same height, lying down.”
She laughed.
Alex picked up her hand. “Come with me. You can leave the shoes if you want.”
She kicked off her shoes and followed him through the house. It was white and cool and airy, despite the chronically hot day.
It didn’t surprise her when he opened a door and led her into what was clearly his bedroom. The bed was made, but clothes were scattered on it. He swept them up and tossed them onto a chair in the corner. The cover on the bed was luxurious, with satin and braid and brocade, in golds and maroons, but he stripped that off, too, and the top sheet of the bed, leaving it with only the white bottom sheet and the pillows.
“Are you hungry?” Alex asked her.
“Not in the slightest.”
He picked her up. “Good.” He placed her on the bed and climbed onto the mattress beside her, then turned her around, so he was facing her knees. He spread her legs and already, she could see his cock was twitching and lengthening again.
Alex took his time settling down between her thighs, enough time so that Sydney was shaking with anticipation again. He looked at her over the top of her pussy. “You can tell me when you’ve had enough.” He lowered his mouth to her clit and his tongue and teeth began to stroke it.
He was inexhaustible. Every time she came, or he climaxed, he would pause to look at her, as if he was measuring something in her face or her expression, then he would turn her, or lift her and begin again. He spent more time pleasuring her and bringing her to climax than he did concentrating on his own satisfaction, but he seemed to get as much out of bringing her to a screaming, shaking peak as she did.
Sometime after it had grown dark and he had turned on the bedside lamps, he slid his hand over her hip, from her waist to her thigh. She was resting on her side, her body momentarily quiet. But she was far from tired. Alex had woken in her a sleeping monster. She had thought all these years that because celibacy had been so convenient for her while she concentrated on her career, that she was malformed, perhaps asexual. She didn’t miss it, for she was too busy. But now she found she was greedy for everything Alex did to her and with her. It was all good, it was all glorious and she wanted more of it. She felt just as she had told him—it would take much to make up for the wasted years.
Alex was lying behind her and now as his hand smoothed its way over her hip he kissed her shoulder. His fingers curled over one of her ass cheeks, and the small finger slipped between them and fluttered over her anus, making her hips twitch. “Have you ever indulged in…?” he murmured, and this time his fingers stroked very deliberately over the aperture.
His light touch made her draw in her breath. It was an interesting sensation…and pleasurable. She rolled onto her shoulders, keeping her hips still, and looked at him. “I’m the celibate spinster, remember.”
“That would be no, then.” He sat up on one elbow. “Would you like to?”
She hesitated. “Doesn’t it hurt?”
“Not if the man knows what he is doing and I do happen to know what I’m doing.”
“I’m not even the slightest bit surprised at that,” she told him and he smiled, his pale-colored eyes dancing with merriment. She considered him for a moment. “Touch me again, like you just did.”
His fingers stroked between her cheeks, then one pressed gently against her anus. Her nerves twitched and jumped and she drew in a sharp breath. “Yes,” she said, breathing out. “I want to try it.”
Alex kissed her again, then rolled onto his back and reached for the drawer in the bedside table. He brought out a small tube that Sydney recognized as lubricant and squeezed some into his hand.
“What should I…?” she began.
“Stay where you are,” Alex told her. “You’re in the perfect position for what I want to do to you.”
She shivered. There was such promise in his voice. Then he pushed her knee, the top one, forward on the mattress. His hand slid through her cleft again, only this time he pressed his fingers up against her anus, rimming it. Nerves sparkled and sizzled in reaction and Sydney moaned.
Then he pushed a finger inside, spreading her and she caught her breath once more. “Oh…” she breathed.
“It gets better,” he assured her.
She swallowed and gripped the sheet.
He inserted a second finger, both of them sliding inside easily thanks to the lubricant, and she realized that he was spreading the lubricant the same time he was teasing her. His two fingers were stretching her, working the muscle. Preparing her.
But it was still a pleasurable sensation and very different from having a cock in her pussy. Different nerves were responding. But her clit was also starting to throb.
By the time he had three fingers inside her, moving them back and forth, Sydney knew she liked it. She wanted to press her hips back, to encourage him, but was anch
ored on the mattress, helpless to do anything but accept what he did to her.
Then his fingers were gone. She turned her head to look at him.
“I haven’t abandoned you,” he assured her. “That would not be honorable.”
Then she felt his cock press up against her, thicker than his fingers and she caught her breath, this time in fear.
“Relax, Sydney,” Alex told her, breathing into her ear. “I won’t hurt you. And you’ll like this so much.”
She let out her breath steadily, trying to relax like he said. He pressed into her and it did seem like he was too big, but then she felt herself open up and he slid deeper, then halted, barely inside her.
He brushed her hair back from her face. “Do you like, so far?” he murmured.
“Yes.” And she did.
His fingers moved down to her breasts and he squeezed the nipples, and scraped his nails over them. She arched, as her clit pulsed in response, and that was when he pushed deeper into her. She caught her breath, because his teasing of her nipples had made her relax just as he had wanted her to.
She felt very full.
Alex ran his hand over her hips again, and down her thigh to her knee, the one thrust out onto the mattress. “This time, the pleasure is all yours. You have to get used to me being in you, and there’s no better way than climaxing around me.”
She caught her breath. “How…?”
He bought his other hand to her cleft, and it was slick with more lubricant. He pressed his finger into her, this time into her pussy. It was a tight fit. His cock in her ass took up most of the room. The feeling of fullness increased as he eased them deeper. She couldn’t tell how many of them. She could barely think, for her excitement was bubbling over and she began to pant.
“Mmm…” he crooned. “Now you begin to understand.”
He thrust his fingers in and out of her, faster than any cock might go, and the rough protrusions of his knuckles scraped against the walls of her pussy. The nerve endings around the opening shrieked with pleasure and clamped in response, squeezing her clit and squeezing around Alex’s cock. She cried out as her orgasm built. The power of it was frightening.
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