Page 138 of Rival Hearts
Alex reached out and unbuttoned my jeans, and I let him slip them over my hips and down my thighs, kissing his skin as I rose to pull them the rest of the way off. He lay back and pulled my shirt over my head in one movement. My shirt joined his on the floor, and I sat on top of him in my bra.
I kissed my way down his chest again, fiddling with his buckle and undoing his pants. When I pulled his pants down, his cock sprang free, and I stroked him once. I tugged at his jeans, and he lifted his hips, helping me wriggle out of them. I was in my underwear, and he was naked, and I loved the feel of our skin against each other with nothing between us.
I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra. When I pulled it off, Alex stared at me and licked his lips. I smiled, blushing lightly.
He always made me feel like a goddess with the way he looked at me. Like I was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
I lowered my body, shifting down his legs enough, and I licked the line of his shaft from base to tip. He groaned and shifted his hips, his eyes rolling back in his head. I kissed the tip of his cock and took it in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it and sucking on it.
I took him further, and his hips bucked off the bed, but I was expecting it, and I kept going. As I bobbed my head up and down his cock, his hands twisted in the sheets; I reached one hand between his legs and fondled his balls.
I took his entire cock into my mouth, his tip hitting the back of my throat and making me gag slightly, but I was fine. Hismoans and groans got louder, and his hips thrust in rhythm with my movements. It was such a turn-on to give him this kind of pleasure, and I kept going. I loved the way he moaned and groaned.
He was close—I could feel it in the way he tensed—I didn’t want him to finish in my mouth, so I pulled back.
His chest rose and fell as he breathed hard. His eyes were dark with need, and he reached for me, cupping my cheek, his fingers in my hair.
I turned my head and planted a kiss on his palms.
“Come,” he said and pulled me up, kissing me. His tongue slid into my mouth, and I sighed.
Alex rolled us over so that I lay on my back, and he pressed himself against me, his erection pressed up against my hip, hot and slick with my saliva. He cupped my breast and massaged it, tweaking the hard bud of my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I cried out, arching into his touch, wanting him so much that it was a physical ache.
“Alex,” I whispered, and he kissed my neck.
“I’m here, Charlotte. I’ve got you.”
He trailed his hand down my body, teasing me with feather-light touches, making my stomach jump and my breath hitch. He reached the edge of my underwear, his fingertips dancing just below the elastic. I lifted my hips, and he took the hint, peeling my panties down my legs and throwing them over his shoulder.
His finger trailed up my inner thigh, and then he teased my opening.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured and kissed me again.
“You do that to me,” I gasped.
He dipped a finger into me and then another, curling them against my walls, and my back arched. I bit down on his shoulder to muffle my cries of pleasure.
He worked his fingers inside me, and my hips bucked in time with his movements. I couldn’t think or speak. It felt too good.
Alex’s thumb circled my clit, and I cried out. He did it again, and my whole body tensed. It was almost too much. I didn’t think I could take any more.
“Please,” I gasped. “I want you inside me.”
I wasn’t usually the one to make the demands. Alex liked being in control. But now, I needed him, and I wanted him.
“With pleasure,” he whispered and positioned his tip at my opening. I held my breath in anticipation.
In one swift movement, he was inside me, and he felt incredible. Aside from that one time at the lighthouse, he’d always worn a condom, and to feel every inch of him as he slid into me was pure ecstasy. He filled me up, stretching me out, making my back arch and my breath hitch.
“Oh, my God, Alex,” I gasped.
“Charlotte,” he moaned, his voice deep and husky. He kissed my neck. “You feel amazing.”
He moved his hips slowly, grinding into me. I lifted my hips and met him thrust for thrust.
“So do you,” I whispered.
“You’re all I’ve ever wanted,” he said, and there was an emotional edge to his voice. “I love you.”
