Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 157450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 787(@200wpm)___ 630(@250wpm)___ 525(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 787(@200wpm)___ 630(@250wpm)___ 525(@300wpm)
She moans when my thumb brushes over her nipple and it rises to a sweet bud beneath my touch. My lips follow, kissing and tugging gently.
“Oh Zot,” she whines, tightening her fingers in my hair.
I don’t stop. Restless and eager, my mouth moves from one nipple to the other, tugging, licking, kissing…sucking. She squirms and whimpers beneath me, and my hand travels south to my ultimate goal. Alessia stills as my fingers brush over her sex, her breathing broken and rapid.
Yes.
She’s wet. Still.
My thumb finds the ultimate prize, and I circle her clitoris, again and again, and gradually I ease one finger inside her once more. Her hands stray from my head, stroking my back, and then she runs her fingernails over my shoulders and digs in. But I persist, moving my finger in and out, building the rhythm while my thumb grazes and circles her clitoris over and over.
Her hips are flexing in that age-old beat, and her legs stiffen beneath me. She’s close. Abandoning her breasts, I kiss her mouth and tug her lower lip with my teeth. She clenches her fists against my shoulders as her head rolls back.
“Alessia,” I whisper as she cries out, her orgasm ripping through her. I hold her close as her body quivers with aftershocks, and then I kneel between her legs. She opens dark eyes that gaze up at me in clouded wonder.
Reaching for a condom, trying to keep my body in check, I whisper, “Are you ready? It’ll be quick.”
Might as well be truthful.
She nods.
I reach for her chin. “Tell me.”
“Yes,” she breathes.
Thank. Fuck.
I rip the packet with my teeth and roll on the condom, and for a horrible moment I think I’m going to come here and now.
Fuck.
I bring my cock under control and cover her body with mine, keeping my weight on my elbows.
She closes her eyes and tenses beneath me.
“Hey,” I whisper, and kiss her eyelids in turn. Her arms circle my neck, and she whimpers.
“Alessia.” Her lips find mine, and she kisses me hungrily. Feverishly. Desperately. And I can hold off no more.
Slowly. Slowly. Slowly, I sink into her.
Oh. Good. God.
Tight. Wet. Heaven.
She cries out, and I still. “Okay?” I rasp as I let her adjust to my intrusion.
“Yes,” she breathes after a beat.
I’m not sure whether or not to believe her, but I take her at her word and begin to move. Into her. Once. Twice. Thrice. Again. And again. I rock against her.
Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t come.
I want to prolong this forever.
She groans, and her hips begin to move in a fitful, fledgling counterpoint.
“Yes, move with me, beautiful,” I encourage her as her short, breathy gasps of pleasure spur me on.
“Please,” she whispers, begging for more, and I willingly oblige. Sweat beads on my back as my body fights my restraint. I push and push until finally she stiffens beneath me and her fingernails dig into my flesh.
I move once, twice…a third time, and she screams as she lets go, her cry and her climax my undoing.
I come. Forcefully. Loudly. And calling out her name.
Chapter Fifteen
Maxim is heavy on top of her, his breathing forced and urgent, while Alessia lies panting beneath him. She’s overwhelmed with sensation and a bone-deep fatigue, but most of all by his…invasion. She feels consumed. He shakes his head, leans up on his elbows, taking his weight off her, and clear, concerned eyes burn into hers. “Are you okay?” he says.
She makes a mental inventory of her body. In truth she’s a little sore. She had no idea that the act of love was so physical. Her mother had told her it would hurt the first time.
And she was right.
But then, once her body got used to his presence, she’d enjoyed it. More than enjoyed it. At the end she’d lost all sense of self and shattered into tiny little pieces, exploding inside—and it had been…incredible.
He eases out of her, the alien feeling making her wince. He covers them both with the duvet and, leaning on his elbow, stares down at her with concern. “You haven’t answered me. Are you okay?”
She nods, but the narrowing of his eyes tells her that he’s not convinced.
“Did I hurt you?”
She bites her lip, still unsure what to say, and he flops down on the bed beside her and closes his eyes.
* * *
Shit. I hurt her.
I’d been transported from the depths of despair to an earth-shattering climax, but my rosy, postcoital, best-fuck-ever glow vanishes like a magician’s rabbit. I reach down and yank the condom off my dick, disgusted with myself. When I drop it on the floor, I’m shocked to see my hand smeared with blood.
Her blood.
Fuck.
I rub my hand on my thigh and turn back to face the recrimination in her lovely face. But she stares at me, looking apprehensive and vulnerable.