by Alexis Anne
She whipped her shirt over head, a gorgeous flush already coloring her chest and neck. “You should know the feeling is mutual.”
I tossed aside my shirt and pants. “Then why did you look uncertain a moment ago?”
She leaned back on her elbows, thrusting her naked breasts up. I took a moment to just look at her. I loved her gorgeous curves and soft skin, but if I was being honest, it was the look in her eyes that really made me hard.
“You surprised me, Leo. I was reading a book and then all of a sudden you were in front of me ripping off your clothes and demanding I get naked. It’s hot as fuck but also shocking.”
I could deal with that answer. “I’m sorry darling but I’m going to have to have you hard and fast at first.” We’d stopped using condoms every time. We tried to use them as often as possible but sometimes . . . I thrust into her bare because I. Had. To. Have. Her. Now.
She was warm and wet but I was a lot. She cried out and arched her back to accommodate me, so I stilled then kissed her deep. Sometimes I thought kissing Esme was almost as good as having sex with Esme. It was always so intimate. There was a gentleness to the way she kissed that shook me.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” she gasped. “More. Now. Please.”
“Fuck. I love it when you beg. Did you touch yourself while I was gone? Like I asked?”
“Yes.”
Fuck me. “Tell me.” I pounded her hard until she replied. Then I slowed to a teasing rhythm.
“I imagined we were in the shower.”
“Were you in the shower while you imagined this?” I pulled back so I could watch her as she described it all. I didn’t want to miss the way her eyes grew dark or her cheeks flushed.
“Yes. After work.”
After a long day and she needed to relieve some stress. “What was I doing to you?”
“You had me against the wall. The water was on my breasts.”
I dipped down to capture her nipple between my teeth. “Did you imagine I was doing this to you?”
She nodded furiously. “Yes. And then . . . and then you speared me. Over and over.”
I saw stars as the image overwhelmed me. That’s when I realized my body had taken over and I was pounding into Esme again. Relentlessly.
I kept pounding. She was close but I couldn’t hold back. I let it all go and unleashed my need for her, wishing I could somehow get a little bit deeper when I spilled inside her.
I collapsed and rolled to the side. “You. Shower. Now.” There was no way I was letting that fantasy go now. I washed her carefully. Slowly. Enjoying every single inch of her skin. And then I pleased her with my fingers and mouth, waiting until she was trembling before I lifted her up against the wall and made her dreams a reality.
“So the way I see it,” she sighed as she settled face down in bed. Naked. “You going out of town makes us both sad and needy, but the up side is that you come home as a caveman and fulfill all my fantasies. Did I get that right?”
She almost—almost—made traveling for work sound manageable again. “Yeah, that about sums it up.”
She snuggled into the pillow and closed her eyes. “Then I guess you can travel sometimes.”
“Sometimes?” I danced my fingers over her ticklish spots and soaked up the sight of her smile.
“Yeah. Sometimes. I missed you.” Her voice took on a very soft, very vulnerable quality that made me sit up and pay attention.
This wasn’t some offhand remark.
It was a confession.
“I missed you so much, Esme.” I ran my hands over her hair and down her back, over and over. “What did you do while I was gone?”
“You mean besides have shower fantasies?” She peeked at me.
“Besides that. What did you do with your time?” Yes I was sex crazed at the moment but I really did want to know everything I missed because . . . well, I craved to know everything about her.
“I mostly worked. I’m so behind at the lab right now. Someone’s been distracting me.”
An unhealthy amount of my pride was pleased to hear she spent her downtime in the lab. “You work too much.”
“Says the man who takes work calls at midnight. And two in the morning. And four. And six.”
“It’s my job. Time zones and late night arrests don’t care that we’re in bed asleep.” I slid down so we were lying side by side. “I love my job. Does it bother you?” What if she hated the travel and the late night calls? What if she demanded I change jobs?
I don’t know why I worried. Esme had never been that kind of girlfriend.
“No Leo.” She yawned. “I love how much you enjoy your work but you have to understand . . . I love my work too. I know it has some long hours and it might seem boring to you, but it excites me. It doesn’t feel like work.”
Now this I could understand because even though being an agent was unconventional and probably pretty odd to most people, it made me feel alive. I loved working with athletes, their personalities and hopes and dreams. I got off on negotiating contracts. And until now, I’d always enjoyed the travel.
“I’m jealous.”
She blinked her sleepy eyes open. “What?”
I shrugged because it was embarrassing to realize why I wanted to fight her on her work hours. “I’m jealous of your work, I think. You enjoy it. I want all your enjoyment. You spend your time there. I want all your time. It has a part of you that I want all to myself.”
Her lips formed a sexy “o” shape as her eyes softened. “I understand. I’m jealous too.”
That soothed some of my possessiveness. “At least we feel the same way.” I went back to stroking her bare skin. “Don’t fall asleep yet. I’m not ready to be apart again.” Not even for sleep.
She smiled and sighed but didn’t open her eyes, so I nuzzled her neck and placed soft nibbles along the muscle that ran from her neck to her shoulder. Yes, it was incredibly selfish of me to keep her awake when she clearly needed to sleep but . . . not yet.
Not yet.
I need more time.
“What did you want to be when you grew up? What did little Esme dream about?”
“I wanted to be a witch,” she whispered, her voice growing softer and further away with each word. “I wanted magical powers and to find out I was really the daughter of an ancient line of witches and warlocks, that my parents weren’t really my parents. My real parents would come get me, teach me about my powers, and I’d save the world.” She sighed again and this time I knew she was almost asleep. “Silly kid dreams.”
But they weren’t silly at all. I kept brushing her hair until she was in a deep sleep as I told her about mine. “I wanted to be Superman. I wanted to fly and be stronger than anyone on the planet. You were right about me; I do have a hero complex. I dreamt that one day I’d swoop in and save the girl.” I brushed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I want to be your hero.”
I pulled the covers over us and curled my body as close to hers as I could before I drifted off into a deep sleep filled with Esme, dark alleys, and villains I couldn’t see.
Chapter 20
For me, there was nothing more intimate than sex. Trust, vulnerability, and emotional connection were necessary for true pleasure. Add to that the lack of clothing and the physical aspect and well . . . it was the ultimate act of intimacy.
Each time we were together I learned more about Esme and I hoped I gave her more of me. There were times I could have sworn we merged into one. Not just physically but in every way. Her breath was mine. My desire was hers. I didn’t need to open my eyes to know how to move or where to find her.
“Esme,” I whispered against her hip. “Open for me.”
“Here?”
I understood her hesitation. We were in one of those private cabanas at an adults-only hotel pool in Miami. When our lunch arrived I’d closed all the curtains. No one could see that we were both topless or that I was attempting to slide my hand inside her bikini bottoms.
> “Yes here. We’ll be quiet.” I nibbled and licked the skin just inside her hipbone. The skin there was so soft and always made her shudder.
“They’ll kick us out.”
“No they won’t. We’re too important.” I brought her with me for the long weekend. Most of my work was at night, leaving us the day to enjoy the perks of being guests of one of the most expensive and exclusive hotels in all of South Beach. Dante Emerson (yes, the one who wanted a yacht) was living up to his reputation of becoming the next Jordan. Pure athleticism and charisma, along with a deep love of the game, had made him the biggest up-and-coming star in basketball. He’d just started his first season in Miami.
“That doesn’t mean we should—” she gasped and stifled a moan as I gave up and kissed her clit over her bottoms.
“It absolutely means we should. Call it a perk of the job.” I kissed her some more and her hips began to undulate. “They’re thrilled to have us here and quite frankly, they don’t give a shit what we do behind these curtains.” I stripped off her bottoms and tossed them to the floor. “There is absolutely no reason we shouldn’t enjoy this huge pool bed to its fullest.”
Unlike Esme, I didn’t grow up with servants and expensive indulgences. I had no qualms about enjoying every opportunity. I earned it through hard work and perseverance in a cutthroat industry.
“L-Leo . . . oh God.”
The last twenty-four hours had been telling. Being out of town and away from our everyday lives gave us both an opportunity to relax. I rolled to my side and enjoyed the sight of Esme as she should be. Naked physically and emotionally. Calm. Carefree.
Happy.
Touching her always turned me on but touching her like this? It was incredible for more than one reason. The urgency I usually felt was gone. Now I could savor. From the moment I woke up all I’d done or thought was how can I make this moment last longer? So I ran my hand along each curve from her thigh and over her hip, down the dip of her waist to cup her full breast.
“You’re studying me,” she murmured.
“I’m hoping for another A.” I winked.
She laughed.
“I am studying you, you’re right, but mostly? I’m indulging.”
“Indulging?” She burrowed into the pillow, smiling up at me from behind hooded eyes.
“Mmmm. Touching you is like sipping a very expensive bourbon.”
“I love that. I’m good bourbon.”
I moved to the inside of her breast where it swelled against the other. “Top shelf, darling. Pappy Van Winkle.”
She laughed heartily at my comparison to one of the rarest and most expensive bourbons on the market. “If you find a bottle of that we’ll sip it slowly together.”
“You have my word on that.” I made a mental note to bribe someone for a bottle as I flattened my hand against her sternum and felt for her heartbeat. “I love touching you. It calms me.” Every caress relaxed my muscles, slowed my breath. “And yeah, I’m memorizing you. I want a perfect mental image of you stored in my memory banks.”
“Your own virtual Esme?” She rolled to her back and stretched.
Every nerve in my body and brain fried. The sight of her arching and wiggling, her tits up and her ass down, was the equivalent of a lightning strike. I understandably groaned. “You’re killing me.”
“How do you think I feel? You’re staring at me. I can feel your eyes everywhere. Do you realize how much you say with your eyes?”
I had no idea, actually. “Tell me.” I rose up on my elbow and continued to touch.
She gasped as I circled her clitoris. “You have the most expressive eyes, Leo. When you smile they smile. When you’re mad they glow. Some people have cold eyes and I think that’s because they don’t feel much of anything. You are not that kind of man.”
“I’m not?” I never really thought about how I fit into a matrix like that. In my position, were there people who wouldn’t to be lost to lust or consumed by sex? Would they simply go through the motions and move on with their day?
That kind of life sounded awful.
“No. You’re a zealous consumer of the human experience. I think it might be why you love your job.”
I moved over her, settled between her legs, pressed against her hips. “Please explain. I am so intrigued.” All this time I’d been trying to decode her, meanwhile she’d been dissecting me. I was fascinated, turned on, and, quite frankly, honored.
Her hands roamed me as she explained and I relished the switch from toucher to touchee. “Well, you represent athletes. They live extraordinary lives.” She waved around our private cabana as an illustration to her point. “It’s high octane and intense. You get to absorb so much of their lives—good and bad—over the course of their careers.”
Her explanation was valid. More than valid, really. I loved the negotiations, the money, luxury. It was extraordinary, like the woman beneath me. “And you see all this in my eyes?” I pressed against her center with the head of my erection.
“Yes,” she whispered, studying my face. My nose, my forehead, the corners of my eyes. “Your eyes—they make me feel what you feel. Your intensity takes the breath from my lungs, your happiness infects me, your desires become my own.”
I thrust deep and hissed. “God yes.”
Her nails dug into my skin. She threw back her head. “Sweet Jesus I’ll never get used to this.”
“What do you see right now?” Usually I was the one who did the talking. Esme always responded to my dirty words with her body while she remaining silent. But now? I wanted to reverse those roles.
“Your eyes are glowing like when you’re angry, but they’re tender. Soft. Sweet.” She groaned and arched, moving along my shaft.
“That’s right,” I growled. “This is my tight, hot pussy. You fit me like a glove.” An explosion took place behind my eyelids. A tingle that erupted at the base of my skull and sizzled down my spine. I couldn’t move and couldn’t hold still, instinct taking over as my hips jutted forward then pulled back, seeking more, needing it all.
“Jesus, Leo. I can’t—I can’t.”
“You can. Hold on.” I devoured her gasps. “You take all of me. You always do.”
She moaned into my kiss, the sound vibrating through us both as I took her slow and deep, one stroke at a time, until it hurt to hold back.
I rolled, arranging her on top of me all naked skin and waves of dark hair. Outside, a lifeguard’s whistle blew. Somewhere across the pool music played through a speaker. Closer, garbled conversations of tipsy adults came and went as they strolled past our cabana.
“Ride me. Let me watch you.” I enjoyed the sight of her bouncing nipples, the view of my dick disappearing inside her, the wildness growing in her eyes. It was a fucking masterpiece of imagery. She arched backward. I used the extra access to massage her clit and labia, dip my fingers into her arousal and feel the joining of our bodies.
My muscles locked and the urge to take more surged through my veins. Faster. Harder. Deeper. I tried to resist but in the end I was as helpless to my lust as she was. I gripped her hips and pounded from below until she fell forward against my chest. Skin against skin. The new sensation sent fire coursing down my dick and I crushed her body against mine. “I can’t wait to feel you come.”
“I love it when you use my body like that.”
“I’m not using you,” I whispered back. “I’m losing control. I can’t ever seem to keep it around you.”
She bit my neck then licked and kissed the spot. “God, yes. I like that. I’m taking your control.”
Give. Take. Use. Love. The words scrambled and mixed, making no sense until suddenly they did. “Take it all, Esme. You can have it. I’m giving it to you. It’s a gift.”
She shuddered as her orgasm struck, her inner muscles squeezing the life out of me. For a moment I saw flashes of light. My skin stung as if it were on fire. A need to drive deep and come overwhelmed me but I forced it back. Just a moment more. I wanted to watch—n
o, I needed to watch—as she came apart.
The complete abandonment of her composure was a rare and perfect sight that was mine alone to witness. I memorized the way her eyes unfocused and her brows drew together, as if the act of orgasming confused her. Her mouth opened and I sealed my lips to hers before the sound escaped. I drank in her moans, keeping them secret.
Because that was my purpose—to keep her safe and be the person she could trust with everything she typically kept to herself. I think that’s why I enjoyed moments like this. I could give her the thrill she preferred by fucking her inches from an audience while protecting her privacy.
The power and responsibility was heady and I’m not ashamed to admit I got off on it. Which is probably why I rolled her beneath me to try something new . . . something I knew she’d like and maybe even needed. “How do you feel?”
“Good.” She was still trying to catch her breath.
“Good? But not wonderful?”
“Leo, I just had a body-shaking orgasm in a pool cabana. Trust me, I’m feeling great.”
I began to stroke again, chasing my orgasm this time. “You sure about that?”
Her nails bit into my ass. “M-maybe?”
“Because as much fun as we’re having I can still see you drifting away. What are you thinking about?” I caught her chewing on her lower lip, eyes unfocused, twirling her hair, more than once. As relaxed as she was with me this weekend there was still something pulling at her thoughts.
“It’s just work stuff,” she lied. I knew she was lying.
“I can make those thoughts disappear. If you’d like.”
Her gaze drifted down to my lips before trailing down to where our bodies joined. “Is that a promise?”
That was a challenge if ever I’d heard one. “Absolutely, darling. Just how dark are those thoughts in your head?” I found that the degree with which I pushed her had to be proportional to her troubles. She never told me details but in the right circumstances I could use my leverage to glean a few pieces of information.