Page 20 of Finding Alexei
Breaking away from her lips for a second, I pull her onto my lap. Ryleigh parts her knees on either side of my thighs, bringing her pussy in line with my now fully erect dick.
I grunt at the surprise contact. It feels so fucking good.
“Oh, hi there,” she says, smiling at me.
“Hi.”
She places one hand on my cheek and leans in for another kiss, giving her hips an experimental roll.
Fuck.
She’s torturing me. Scientific fact: I will die if I don’t get inside her in the next four seconds.
I settle my hands on her ass and tug her even closer. “You are so fucking sexy, baby.”
When I tug at her T-shirt, Ryleigh raises her arms, letting me pull it off over her head. She’s bare beneath, and I waste no time filling my hands with those gorgeous tits.
“Alexei . . .” She groans my name when my thumbs find her nipples and tease.
Her back arches and my mouth moves from her neck to her chest, where I suck and flick the firm peaks with my tongue until she’s writhing in my lap.
I think my head’s going to explode. Correction: both heads.
“Baby,” I pant. “I don’t want to pressure you. Don’t want to go further than you’re comfortable with . . .”
Ryleigh nods like she agrees, but she doesn’t tell me how far she wants this to go. Instead, she slips her hands under my shirt and presses both small palms flat against my abs, her face lighting up in happiness at the firm muscles she finds there.
Soon, I’ve stripped her of her leggings, leaving her in only a pair of those damn white cotton panties I bought her. Her wavy hair drifts over her shoulders, and she looks like a goddess perched above me, grinding against my dick.
I’m still wearing my jeans, but Ryleigh’s rid me of my shirt, and she can’t seem to stop rubbing her palms all over my chest and abs. I’m not ashamed to say that I’m loving her hands all over me, no matter where they are. It feels really fucking good, and even though I want more, a lot more, I’m happy to let her set the pace.
Then she reaches between us and unbuttons my jeans, and my heart rate triples.
“Fuck, are you sure about this?” I kiss her throat as her hands work inside my boxer briefs. I can’t stop praising her, can’t stop kissing her, can’t stop wanting her. I never want this to end, but I need to hear her say that she wants this too.
She stills unexpectedly. “Wait.”
I pull back, terrified she’s come to her senses and is going to put the brakes on this whole thing. “What is it?” Blood pounds through my veins.
Her nose scrunches up. “You didn’t, like, sleep with a whole bunch of groupies while you were gone, did you?”
I smooth my thumb over the worry lines in her forehead. I can’t blame her for being worried. The shit some of my teammates do isn’t exactly a state secret. “No. I haven’t slept with anyone in months.”
This makes Ryleigh smile.
“Why are you worried? You didn’t have a whole bunch of dudes over while I was gone, did you?” I’m kidding, but I can’t help but tease her a little. At the same time, the thought of it makes my blood heat.
She swats my arm. “I haven’t been with anyone in almost a year.”
That news is surprising. She’s beautiful, and so sweet. “In that case, I think you deserve the deluxe treatment.” I smirk.
“Hmm.” She grins. “And what does the deluxe treatment involve?”
“Come here.” I stand, lift her in my arms, and carry her to my bedroom, where I place her on the bed. Then I tug her closer and press her thighs apart as I lower myself into the space between her legs.
“Alexei . . .” She begins to protest, and then I draw her damp little panties down her legs. And when my tongue meets her silken wet core, her protests fade into cries of pleasure.
“Lie back and enjoy, baby. I intend to taste every inch of you tonight.”
I lick and suck at her tender flesh, holding her hips still with my hands. She tastes so good. All sweet, feminine arousal, and knowing it’s for me makes me impossibly harder.
Within minutes, Ryleigh’s cries change into something more primal. She’s so damn close. Her pants and heavy breaths are about to make me come in my damn jeans like a teenager.
I push one finger inside her tight heat and groan at how good she feels. Ryleigh cries out, lifting her hips to rock in time to my movements. Another lazy circle of my tongue and she comes, her body clenching around my finger as she cries out, panting my name.
It’s the best fucking sound in the entire world.
