Page 52 of Piece By Piece

“Are you just going to look or are you going to touch me?” I tease her, trying to force my voice to be even. Truth is, my nerves are buzzing and anticipation is wrecking my brain. There’s always been a strong sexual tension between me and this woman, even back when we were hardly friends.

The wait made me impatient like a teenager about to have his first time. Christ, I need to get a grip on it.

“Oh, I have every intention of touching,” Aliena drawls cockily, bringing her hands so close to my shaft that I can almost feel the ghost of her touch there. Shit, this is a new side of her. A side my body reacts horribly excited to.

Finally, her soft, delicate hand wraps around the base of my dick and she gives me a long stroke, drawing a breathy version of her name from my lips before I can stop it. I don’t even have it in me to be embarrassed about it. Not when the most beautiful blush creeps up her neck.

“I’ll tell you what,” she goes on, leaning forward to lick a trail down the curve of my neck before whispering against the wet skin. “I have every intention of tasting, too.” Before I can turn my head to bring her lips to mine, to kiss her like I really want to, she’s back to kneeling between my legs, grinning wickedly.

“No tasting for you. Just lean back and enjoy,” she instructs, her hand’s movement on my erection never faltering. Not trusting my voice, I don’t protest and lean back as she told me to, never taking my eyes off her while already, all the ways I can return the favor are rushing through my mind.

I want to put her in the same position once she’s done with me. Want to see her sweat and tremble beneath my hands, my tongue, and maybe even my dick. That last option isn’t for today, though. No. There’s too much I want to do to her first.

My train of thought is cut off when she leans down to press a kiss to my skin just below my belly button. Her warm lips linger and when her eyes come to meet mine, I feel chills break out on my skin. I grab the bedsheets at my side.

She peppers my skin with kisses, following the trail of hair leading to my shaft. Finally, she grabs my erection in one hand and takes her eyes from mine as she takes the first few inches into her mouth. Her warm tongue glides against the vein on the underside of my dick and her shaky breath fans against my skin. Suddenly, I’m glad she isn’t looking at me. Otherwise, she’d see the way I have to close my eyes and take a deep breath to restrain myself.

While I am more than eager to make this moment last forever, I’m also dying for her to move. To suck me down further and make me come. Heaven knows I need a release. I’m already aching for it and we’ve barely started.

Finally, blissfully, Aliena brings those beautiful honey eyes back to mine and stops the torture, pushing her face lower until her nose is brushing against my pubic and I can feel her throat constricting around me.

I grip the bedsheets more tightly, forcing my hands to stay where they are rather than let them guide Aliena’s head. She knows what she’s doing, clearly. If she wants to play with her prey first, I won’t stop her. No matter how painful it is to be her prey. It’s also the most exciting feeling I’ve experienced in years, if not ever.

I realize I closed my eyes when the vibrations of her humming around my dick have my legs twitching in response. My eyes fly open and when Aliena has what she wanted, meaning my eyes on her, she finally starts bobbing her head, using her tongue to accompany every stroke.

The rhythm is heavenly. The way her nails are digging into my flexed thighs as her tears start dropping onto my hot skin makes it even better. Soon enough, my blood is buzzing, and I feel high off the pleasure. My brain has completely shut off. All there is to focus on are the sensations.

I’ve never experienced anything similar. Not that I’m surprised. I knew Aliena was special from the day that I met her. My body has never reacted this way to anyone before her.

As the pleasure builds at the base of my spine, I grip the sheets so tightly that they finally can’t take it anymore. They tear audibly but if Aliena notices, she doesn’t care. She keeps working me up, taking me all the way down her throat again and again. I curse.

“If you don’t pull away in the next three seconds, I’ll come down that pretty throat of yours,” I warn her through gritted teeth. My hands are now clenched tightly at my sides, every muscle in my body stiff in anticipation of my release.

Aliena doesn’t pull away and as promised, my orgasm washes over me while she’s still sucking me down. My eyesclose, my back stiffens and my hips buck. There’s no stopping it.

When finally, the last of my tremors end and I melt back onto the bed, I take a second to collect myself. Shit, the amount of time I lasted is embarrassing. My only saving grace is that Aliena knows of my long dry streak.

Besides, I’ll have tons of opportunities to make up for it. That’s for sure. Whatever my arguments were against taking my relationship with Aliena to a physical level have been eviscerated. Blown into tiny, incomprehensible bits. There’s no way I’ll give this up now that I know how good she can make me feel.

Plus, now I have a challenge to complete. Make sure I can make her come even faster than she managed to do with me.

I open my eyes to see Aliena standing a few feet away, laughing silently at me. Damn, I didn’t even realize she got off the bed. I’m sure this does wonders for her ego.

“You ripped the sheets,” she observes helpfully, her shoulders shaking with her amusement. I sit up.

“Why, thanks, Sherlock. I hadn’t noticed,” I tease her. “Now, get back here. We’re not done. I promise the shredded sheets won’t swallow you whole.” I might, though I don’t say that.

To my surprise, she shakes her head. “I wish I could but I’m desperate to take a shower. We need to start sleeping with the window open because it feels like a damn furnace is stuck to my back every night. I hate waking up sweaty.”

“It’s December. We’ll get sick,” I argue. I mean, come on, better to wake up a little sweaty than with a sore throat and a runny nose. The latter often is inconvenient for a much longer time

“You better replace those sheets then. We need a proper blanket if we want to survive the dangerous sub-zero temperatures,” she teases me. Brat. Then she turns and heads to the bathroom.

“Care to invite me to join? Save hot water and all that,” I say with the cheesiest wink I can muster. Aliena bursts out laughing though she doesn’t relent.

“No, I think I’m good, thanks,” she assures me sweetly. Then she’s locked in my bathroom. I startle a little at the sound of the key turning. Shelockedthe door. As if she was scared I wouldn’t take the hint.

To say I’m not slightly put off by it would be a lie. Does she still not trust me after everything? Does she really know me so little to think I’d invade her privacy when she said she doesn’t want me there?

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