by Isobel Rey
His hand was around her, holding her close to him. Alexia started to grind her hips, up and down against his erection, and she felt his fingers dig into her back and his mouth tense against her breast. She ground harder. He moaned and looked up into her face. His expression was getting cloudier.
She put her hands on his broad, hard shoulders, and pushed him back onto the bed.
She got up off his lap, kneeling tall in front of him. He looked at her pussy; the satin was damp. She watched as he brought his fingers to the lace. His hands were splayed on her thighs. He brought his thumbs in and hooked them under the fabric. She pushed her hips forward, urging him to touch her, to touch her clit. It was screaming to be pleasured. Alexia felt as if her whole pelvis was a giant nerve ending, pulsating, quivering, needing.
She felt his thumb as it ran along that gorgeous nub and she let out a loud gasp. It was no use, she couldn’t play any more. It had to be now.
She picked up her leg and dragged her panties down and off. She straddled him again, in nothing but the sheer hold-ups.
‘Alexia,’ said Nathan. He was about to stop her, to slow her down, but she could not be stopped.
She took her cock in his hand. It was so hard, she felt as if it were made of metal. It was warm, a dot of precome shimmering on the tip. She raised her hips and ran the tip along her slit.
He raised his arms above his head in one sharp reflex motion and pushed them against the headboard, steadying himself. He took a huge breath. She slid herself down onto him. As the head went in, she bit her lip hard. He exhaled with an explosive groan as down she went, right down to the hilt. She felt her bottom and the backs of her thighs hit his body. She was full, full of him, his cock, and it was agonising pleasure.
He let out a deep moan and sucked in air through his teeth as if steadying himself against the intense pleasure. She reached back and put her hands on the tops of his thighs, arching her back as she lifted and dropped her hips, her cunt flexing with mind-numbing pleasure as she rode him. She felt his hips push up under her. He wasn’t letting her do all the work. He was fucking her from the bed, digging his heels in and pushing against the headboard to drive up into her.
Three, four, five strokes. Six, seven, eight … Suddenly she felt his hands grab her hips and he was turning her.
‘I can’t … I have to …’ He’d lifted her off his cock and flipped her onto her back. He couldn’t finish his sentence, but she knew. He had to fuck her. And she had what she wanted. She wanted him to lose control and take her, really take her.
She felt his feet slide in between hers and gasped as he parted her legs in one swift, strong push. His muscles were taut and she felt her pussy give up more moisture as her soft thighs pressed against his rock-hard legs.
He was looking down at her. He looked close already. Richard had taught her to look in a man’s face. This was the one man she wanted to look at.
He moved his hand down and placed himself at the entrance to her pussy. Then he took the weight on his hands and drove into her.
The pleasure was explosive. She arched her back and bent her knees so she could take all of him. He was long and she wanted it all. His girth filled her completely. He thrust into her and watched her face as he pushed into her over and over.
It was too much to bear and not enough all at once. The agonising, driving need of sex. She wanted to come but she wanted it to go on for ever. She wanted release but she didn’t want it to end.
Over and over he thrust into her. She’d imagined what it would be like to have him on her, driving his cock into her. Her fantasy could never have matched this. Alexia reached down and cupped her hands around his buttocks, feeling the muscles contract and push, revelling in the corresponding feeling in her cunt as he drove into her. He lowered his hips and she felt his pubic bone grind against her clit as he thrust.
‘Oh God … Nathan …’
She could hardly breathe the words. At the end of each thrust he paused, just a tiny, momentary pause, enough to press down a little on her clit before withdrawing to drive again.
She knew her orgasm was near, pleasure searing through her as he fucked. She bucked hard and felt her muscles clench around him, the contractions in her cunt forcing spasms from her hips. He slowed to ride the rhythm of them as she gasped and cried out. The contractions were stronger than anything she had felt before; they spread through her whole abdomen, radiating from the cluster of nerves in her pussy.
She opened her eyes as the waves subsided.
‘You have to come too,’ said Alexia.
‘Not yet,’ said Nathan. He was back in control, damn him, but she didn’t care. He wasn’t finished with her.
He placed a pillow on the bed next to her hip, then lifted one of her legs and brought it round in front of him. Without taking himself out of her, he flipped her over so she faced down.
Her hips were raised on the pillow, her bottom sticking into him. He thrust into her again; this time the pleasure was insane. His penis was driving against her G-spot now with hard insistence. He reached a hand under her and fingered her clit as he pushed. Alexia had only just climaxed, but she felt an acute, almost painful intensity in her pussy. It took only a few deep thrusts, and she came again. It was short, but so powerful she screamed.
He stopped again. He still hadn’t come. Alexia was panting, barely able to move. She felt him take his cock out of her, then turn her over slowly, her hips still raised on the pillow, but now she was facing him again.
He was breathing hard. His hair fell into his eyes and she saw a sheen of sweat over him. He must be close, she thought, how can he not be?
‘One more,’ he said, and pulled her forward and up, so the back of her legs rested against his chest, her bottom against his groin and her ankles either side of his head. She looked up at him, framed by the V shape of her legs.
He pushed himself forward and stopped, looking at her. Her cunt was pulsating with anticipation. He had just wrung a second orgasm out of her, an orgasm she didn’t think possible, but she wanted more. He thrust suddenly and was fucking her again, his hand pressing on her clit, each hard stroke on her nub matching every thrust of his hips.
One more? Not possible, thought Alexia. She’d never had two orgasms, let alone three. But as he thrust she felt a strange warming in her abdomen and her cunt. Not all-consuming like the last one, but suffuse and toe-curlingly good. He thrust and stroked in perfect rhythm, on and on, and Alexia felt the uncoiling feeling deep inside her.
‘Come for me,’ said Nathan, ‘one more time.’
He was looking down at her, leaning his chest against the back of her legs. The feeling of openness was incredible. Then he looked down at himself as he went into her, revelling in the vision of her pussy, completely open to him as he speared her.
She looked down too and saw his cock driving into her, disappearing into the blonde curls and emerging wet and hard, over and over. It sent a spasm of illicit pleasure through her. The sight of him inside her was enough to send her over the edge. She came again; this time it was a swooshing, flooding sensation, like the last shuddering crash of a foaming wave.
As she clenched around him, he lost it. He gave one huge thrust, almost pushing her up the bed, and let out a guttural cry that seemed to last for three or four more thrusts. She felt him spasm inside her, then the flood of his warm wetness as he spilled himself completely. She didn’t care; he was hers and she was his, completely.
He leant against her legs, panting. She felt her pussy quivering around him. He was struggling to bring his breathing back under control and she saw strands of his hair, damp with sweat, clinging to his face.
He pulled out and fell back beside her. Her legs flopped onto the bed as if her bones were liquid. Her entire body felt like a melted candle.
The room seemed to melt away too, and Alexia disappeared into a floating dream accompanied only by the sound of their breathing.
She came to. Nathan was propped up on one elbow, looking a
t her.
‘I think – I think I passed out,’ said Alexia.
Nathan laughed softly. ‘Not quite, but you certainly zoned out for a minute there. Not long – you made a quick recovery!’
‘I’m not surprised. I …’
She looked at him. She didn’t know what to say. There was so much, but she couldn’t think of a single word.
He leant over and kissed her.
‘Thank you,’ he said quietly.
‘For what, letting you have your way with me?’
‘No.’ Nathan laughed. ‘For bringing me back to life. For showing me it is possible to love again …’
He kissed her, a hungry and searching kiss, looking for salvation in her lips. To love again? He’d used the word, the word she was terrified to say. She curled her arms around him and held him tightly as she kissed him, kissed him as if she could breathe life back into him.
When he withdrew, he looked serious. ‘I’m not an easy man, Alexia. I have demons and it’s going to take me some time to be open and to share things with you. It might be a bumpy ride.’
He looked so vulnerable. Her big, strong, beautiful man needed her, wanted her, loved her. Alexia loved him more at that moment than she thought possible.
‘Do you think we can do this? I mean really do this?’
He needed an answer. Alexia smiled a coy and naughty smile.
‘I think, Mr Fallon, we have a sporting chance!’
She giggled and flashed him a wicked come-hither look.
‘Mmm. Just for that, Miss Wright, I think I’m going to have to test your powers of recovery a little harder …’
He covered her body once more. He was hard already.
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