by Lylah James
“Little minx,” he replied, his voice slightly hoarse.
With my hand still wrapped around him, I leaned forward, tilting my hips up slightly, my breasts bobbing forward toward Alessio. I wasn’t sure what to do, feeling lost.
I was about to lower myself, but Alessio’s hands were like a band of steel around my hips, stopping my movement. “You are not ready for this yet.”
“Huh?” I asked, confused. Smiling, he pulled me from his hardness and moved me over his chest.
“Alessio, what are you doing?” I asked, pressing my hands to his chest as I stared down at him with wide eyes.
“I’m getting you ready, kitten. Move up. Straddle my face,” he ordered.
Straddle his face? His hands came down to my thighs, holding me still. Nervous, I slowly moved into the position he told me. With my knees on either side of his face, I held onto the headboard.
His breath feathered over my clenching core. My head fell back at the strange sensation. When I felt his tongue at my entrance, I let out a moan.
As my body responded with a rush of wetness, Alessio’s fingers tightened on my thighs. He ran his tongue over my wet lips, lapping at the wetness there. He licked, teased, sucked, and drove me insane with his tongue until I was shaking uncontrollably. My body clenched, desperate for my release.
“Alessio,” I moaned, my knuckles going almost white at how hard I was holding the headboard. My hips rocked against his mouth, grinding into his face. I sighed and whimpered against his torturous ministration.
I was so close, dangling over the edge yet not falling over.
He pushed his tongue inside me and groaned, and my eyes closing at the sensation building in my lower region. He was relentless, pushing me over the edge so many times but refusing to let me fall. I let go a sharp cry when he brought a hand up and pressed a finger against my tiny nub.
“Alessio!” As my orgasm rushed through me, my thighs tightened around his head.
I was still lost in the intense ecstasy surrounding my mind and body when Alessio lifted me from his face and pushed me over his cock again.
“Wait,” he muttered, leaning over to the side to open the drawer and removing a box. I stared at him as he took the condom out and rolled it over himself.
He smirked. “Now you are ready. Take me, Ayla.” His words were deep and filled with need.
My entrance was right over his tip, and I swallowed nervously, my thighs still shaking from my orgasm. Alessio’s eyes glinted, and he grasped my hips again, lifting me up slightly. His rigid length strained upward as he fitted me over his cock and began to pull me down. “Like this.”
We both gasped when he sank slowly into me, my eyes almost closing at the wondrous feeling. I paused as he reached my depth, my body spasming around him.
But when the sudden dark memories started to surround me, I went still. Alessio’s hands tightened around me. “Ayla, open your eyes,” he demanded quickly.
My eyes snapped open at his command, and I looked at him for help, scared that I would fall back into the darkness.
“Keep your eyes on me, Ayla. Just me. Look at me. Only me. It’s only me, Ayla,” he whispered gently, his thumb gently caressing my sides.
Only him. It was only Alessio. Just him.
“There you are. Keep looking at me. Don’t take your eyes off me,” he continued in the same deep voice.
Alessio raised a hand and removed my hair from my bun, letting it fall over my back and shoulders. He stroked my hair gently, soothing me with a soft smile. “Easy and slow. We’re taking it slow.”
Letting my hair go, he grasped my hips again and helped me with the movement. Slowly lifting me up, I began a slow descent again, my whole body trembling with the sensation.
Only Alessio. He surrounded me. He overwhelmed my senses until he was the only one I could sense, see, feel, or hear. He was everything.
As I sheathed his cock inside me, going as deep as I could, I continued to stare down at him. His breathing was ragged, almost painful. Sweat formed over his forehead, same as me.
“Alessio,” I breathed. His fingers dug in my skin, giving me confidence to continue moving again. I gave a tentative twist, and he groaned, his hips arching off the bed.
“Ayla.”
I couldn’t help but smile. He liked it. Growing coy under his gaze, I placed my hands over his chest, levering myself up, his hardness gliding inside my wet heat. Slowly moving up and down, I watched his every reaction. When I twisted my hips over him, his hips rose to meet mine, the action pushing him further inside me.
I moaned louder, and he swore. “Fuck.”
Alessio slowly took control, thrusting his hips upward, slow and deep each time. “Ayla, I’m going to switch us around,” he said, his voice hoarse.
When I nodded, he quickly rolled us over until I was on my back and he was positioned between my legs over me.
When I let go a gasp, he placed a kiss on my lips. “Keep your eyes on me. It’s only me. No one else but me.”
I nodded, keeping our eyes connected as he thrust inside of me again. His groan vibrated from his chest, and I soaked it all up.
My hands frantically flew to his shoulders, holding on as my body trembled with the ferocity of the sensation coursing through my body.
Alessio paused, our gazes held. “Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Hold on to me, Ayla. Don’t let me go.”
Nodding again, I twined my hands behind his head. As he withdrew, my fingers curled around his neck. “Oh…Alessio.”
And then he pushed again, stretching me with his fullness. I felt my pussy stretch to accommodate him, the pressure inside of me building faster than before.
He pulled back slightly and pushed back in. Instinctively, I tilted my hips up, and he thrust hard inside. I let out a gasp, followed by an unashamed loud moan, and my nails bit into his back.
Alessio started to move, finding a rhythm as our eyes stayed glued on each other. In and out. Slowly at first and then a little faster. Harder. Deeper. My body swelled and quivered. There was no space between us. Our bodies moved fluidly as if they knew each other for years.
No words were spoken. Only our bodies spoke, moving with each other’s in ease. Our harsh breathing filled the room, and our eyes stayed on each other through it all.
Leaning his forehead on mine, he grasped my thighs and pushed them upward until I was opened to him.
“I got you,” he muttered.
I was balancing over the edge, ready to fall, and I begged Alessio silently. My body was strung tight, my muscles corded together. I needed relief. I needed him.
I knew he was close when his thrust became faster. Alessio reached underneath me and cupped my back, tilting me upward as he plunged forward again.
As soon as he rested deep inside me, my orgasm exploded with such ferocity. My vision blurred as my body went limp under Alessio. My body wasn’t my own anymore. It was broken into tiny pieces. I was floating, a limp mess.
He thrust into me one final time. Deeper and harder. And I heard him groan loud and deep, his face twisted almost painfully as he twitched above me with his orgasm. His hips jerked against mine. He quivered with his release as we came together.
In that moment, I was his. Only his.
Our eyes were connected, but our souls came together too, bonding, holding tight, refusing to ever let go.
Alessio let go and laid on top of my shaking body, heaving desperately for breath as I did the same. I couldn’t process what just happened. My mind was fuzzy, my heart full as I wrapped my arms around Alessio’s shoulders.
Was this how it felt? To be with someone…like this?
Tears blinded my vision as I quickly blinked them away. Alessio buried his face in my neck, and he placed a kiss there.
Finally lifting his head, he looked at me with soft blue eyes. “Are you okay?”
“Mhm…”
“Sure?”
“Mhm.”
He let out a
small laugh. “Is that all you can say?”
“Mhm.”
I really couldn’t say anything else. My body was sore and languid. I could barely keep my eyes open.
“Have I worn you out, kitten?” he whispered before taking my lips in a sweet kiss.
“Mhm.”
Pulling back, he chuckled at my lack of words. He gave me a quick peck on the nose before rolling off me.
I closed my eyes, my body still spread over the bed, too tired to move. I heard the water run in the washroom, and then a few minutes later, I felt something warm between my legs.
My eyes opened to see Alessio cleaning me with a warm towel. “I got you,” he whispered the same words again.
He went back to the bathroom to dispose of the towel before walking out in all his nakedness again. Alessio joined me on the bed and pulled the cover over us. Lying on his back, he pulled me into him until I was half on top of him. My head rested on his chest, my arms thrown over his waist, and my legs tangled with his.
I sighed and snuggled tighter into his warm and safe embrace.
Alessio placed a kiss on my forehead, his arms tightening around my back in a protective manner. “Sleep, Ayla.”
With the sound of his beating heart to my ear, I let sleep take over, letting my mind and body go.
But before I fell asleep, a thought registered into my mind. I smiled sleepily, my heart dancing with happiness.
Alessio didn’t fuck me.
He made love to me.
Chapter 4
Alessio
Ayla made a slow descent over my cock, and as soon I rested deep inside her, I saw panic flash in her eyes, her body freezing for a second. My fingers instinctively tightened on her hips.
I could sense her spiraling down toward the darkness, but I wasn’t going to let her lose herself again.
“Ayla, open your eyes,” I demanded quickly. Her eyes snapped open instantly, fear glistening in her pleading green eyes. She wanted this, as much as me, yet she was scared of falling back into the darkness.
I tried to soothe her, and slowly, the fear started to disappear from her eyes.
“Easy and slow. We’re taking it slow,” I soothed with my words.
Slow. A strange word to describe sex. I’ve never done slow before. It used to be just raw fucking. But with Ayla, it was different.
Ayla seemed to accept my words, and her body relaxed.
There was only me and her.
Not my past or hers. It was just us. Alessio and Ayla. Both of us lost in each other’s eyes. Both of us lost in each other.
I never thought it was possible to feel that way. To feel so deeply connected to one person, but with Ayla, I felt it. Her fear, her pain…it was my own. In this moment, I felt everything.
A moan escaped past her lips, and that was enough to snap the little shred of control I had. “Ayla, I’m going to switch us around.” I groaned as her pussy clenched around my cock.
When she nodded, I quickly rolled us around and positioned myself between her spread thighs before thrusting deep inside of her. A gasp whispered across her parted lips, and I placed a kiss there. “Keep your eyes on me. It’s only me. Just me. No one else but me.”
I gave a tentative push, and she moaned, her back arching up. “Don’t let go of me,” I whispered. Ayla nodded, and her hands frantically moved to my shoulders as I thrust inside of her again. Resting deep inside her tight pussy, my muscles tightened with the need to come.
I pulled back slightly before pushing back in. Taking her legs, I pushed them upward until the soles of her feet rested on the bed and she was wide open to me. I picked up the pace, my movement urgent as we both raced toward our release. Faster and deeper, we found a rhythm, our bodies moving together.
I wanted this to last longer, but I knew she was close. I was too, my cock swelling inside her, stretching her tight walls.
She moaned, her nails biting into my back. Her body was strung tight, her muscles corded together with tension and intense pleasure. Her eyes begged me for release, and I gladly gave it to her.
Grasping her ass, I tilted her hips upward, slamming inside of her, my pelvis pressing against her clit. She gasped, and then I felt her clench tightly around me as she came. Her body quivered with her release, and her face softened, her eyes turning glassy.
Her tight pussy sucked me deeper into her, driving me insane. Thrusting into her one last time, I found my release too. I jerked inside her, my fingers tightening on her thighs in a bruising grip. Our eyes stayed connected as we came, and that was the most intimate moment in my life.
This was more than just fucking. It was more. It meant more. I didn’t fuck her. I made love to her, something I’ve never done before.
But Ayla was everything.
She was an Angel. She deserved more than just a simple fuck. She deserved sweet loving.
I didn’t think I could feel this way, but with Ayla, I had no control of my feelings. She overwhelmed my senses, surrounding me with her sweet, gentle soul. She made me feel.
Collapsing on top of her soft body, I buried my face in her neck as we both rode our orgasms, both of us lost in this raw bliss. No words were spoken. They weren’t needed.
My breathing was harsh to my own ears as my heart pounded rapidly and loudly against my ribcage, matching Ayla’s. Placing a kiss over her bare shoulder, I lifted my head and stared down into her hazy green eyes. “Are you okay?”
She hummed. I had worn her out.
Letting out a chuckle at her lack of words, I eased out of her, and her eyes closed with a sigh, her body going limp. Smiling, I gave her a quick peck on the nose and rolled off the bed.
I made my way to the washroom and rolled the condom off me, dropping it into the bin beside the counter. I soaked a towel and cleaned myself before returning to the room with another warm towel.
Ayla was still in the same position I left her, and I couldn’t help but smile. I could go all night, but she wasn’t ready for that yet.
Kneeling on the bed beside her, I cleaned the mess we made between her thighs. She smiled groggily at me before closing them again. Shaking my head with a low chuckle, I went to the bathroom and threw the towel into the basket.
I joined her in bed again and wrapped my arms around Ayla, pulling her into my body. Her body cocooned into mine, and my heart thumped to a strange beat. “Sleep, Ayla,” I told her softly.
I watched Ayla’s eyes flutter closed, and almost immediately she was asleep, her breathing soft and even. My arm tightened around her waist, and she snuggled tighter into me, a sigh of contentment escaping past her lips.
I stroked a hand through her hair, my fingers softly gliding behind her back. After everything she had been through, she trusted me. But there was a fear instilled inside of me. I had no control over what I felt for Ayla.
The thought of having any type of feelings for any woman almost paralyzed me. I couldn’t allow it. It couldn’t happen. History couldn’t repeat itself.
But it was too late.
Ayla had become my weakness. My only weakness. A weakness I couldn’t have.
Even though this fear was constant in my mind, it was a fight I couldn’t win. I had tried to steel myself, building a wall between Ayla and myself. But she had broken those walls.
Without even doing much, she had made her way into my heart. Ayla had won. No matter how hard I tried to hold back, I was lost in her. Completely and deeply lost in her.
Chapter 5
I walked into the kitchen the next morning to find Maddie and Lena finishing up with breakfast. As soon as Maddie saw me, she waved. “Good morning. Where’s Ayla?”
“She’s still sleeping. I’m going to take our breakfast upstairs,” I said, nodding toward the tray.
“Oh.” Maddie raised an eyebrow at me, her eyes glistening mischievously, but I just glared. She shrugged. “I’ll set a tray for you,” she mumbled, tilting her face down as she hid her smile. Leaning against the wall, I waited for her. “Ther
e you go,” she said, giving me the tray.
Taking it from her hand, I turned around to leave. “Thank you,” I said before leaving the kitchen and making my way upstairs.
Closing the door behind me, I walked further into the room to find the bed empty. I frowned and placed the tray on the coffee table, looking around the room for Ayla.
“Ayla?” I called out.
When I heard the bathroom door open, I quickly swiveled around and saw Ayla coming out with a towel in her hand. She was dressed in her maid outfit.
“Alessio,” she breathed at the sight of me. “I thought you left.”
“I went to get us breakfast,” I muttered, walking toward her.
“Oh,” she whispered, looking down almost shyly. I found it endearing that she was feeling shy even after last night.
Placing a finger under her chin, I tilted her head up. “Why do you always look away from me?”
She bit down on her lips nervously, and I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer. With her soft body plastered against mine, I felt myself harden as I remembered the night before.
Ayla shrugged at my question and placed her hands over my chest. She licked her plump lips, and before I could stop myself, my lips were on hers.
Her lips were soft like velvet, and I licked the seams, demanding entrance. She gave in to my demands, and our tongues moved together in a fiery dance. She met my kiss with the same intensity, pushing her body closer to mine.
Ayla consumed me. Mind, body, and soul. She was right; she was fire, and I was going to burn. We were both going to burn.
Gasping for breath, we broke the kiss. Her fingers tightened around my suit jacket, and she sighed.
“Are you hungry?” I asked, pulling away.
She nodded with a smile and placed a hand over her stomach. “Famished.”
Taking her hand in mine, I walked us toward the sofa. I sat down and grasped her hips, pulling her to my lap. Ayla laughed and snuggled into my embrace.
“Are you going to feed me?” she teased, raising an eyebrow at me.
“Do you want me to feed you?”