Page 99 of Ink & Ambition

Alex kisses me again and then makes quick work of my own pants and underwear. Once I’m laid out bare in front of him, it all becomes beautifully, terrifyingly real. I want this man more than I want my next breath but I’m also so scared of that feeling. The feeling of wanting something so badly.

Alex makes his way slowly down my body, kissing every inch of bare skin he comes in contact with. When he gets to that apex of my thighs, he stops. His breath is hot on my center and the feel of that alone almost causes me to be undone. He kisses me there and I see stars, planets, galaxies in my eyes. I’ve never known anything to feel so good. With his name on my lips, I explode into a supernova.

Quickly, as my heart rate softens down to above average, Alex fumbles with the condom. He places himself directly at my center and then props himself up with his hands on either side of my face. He places gentle kisses on my nose and then sighs deeply.

“You absolutely sur—”

Before he can finish the word, I thrust up, connecting our bodies in the ultimate way. Pain skyrockets through me and I stifle a yelp at the unknown intrusion.

“Woah, sunshine.” Alex says as he moves ever so slowly, keeping us connected and allowing my body to get used to the fullness.

Once the pain subsides into pleasure, I moan my reply, the sound furthering his enjoyment. Alex continues to thrust, themovements quickening, quickening until he stops suddenly, a groan rocking through him. He shifts one more time and then collapses to my right, landing on his side and immediately pulling me against him, nose to nose.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m more than okay.”

“You are incredible.”

A cheek-splitting grin forms on my face and Alex matches it. We lay like this, staring into each other’s eyes, for an unknown amount of time. It’s Alex who eventually breaks the silence.

“You need to pee.”

Narrowing my eyebrows, I reply, “How did you know that?”

He laughs, shifting us so that we’re ready to come off the bed. “No, I mean after sex. You need to pee or else you risk the chance of getting a UTI.”

“Look at you, sex expert.”

Sliding off the bed, I grab my shirt and underwear and head toward the bathroom.

“I’m not a sex expert,” Alex shouts from the other side of the door. When I come back inside, he’s disposing of the condom in the garbage before heading to the bathroom himself and completing the same task.

I button up my shirt, put my panties back on and sit on the bed. “How many people have you had sex with?” I ask Alex once he steps back in my line of sight.

He freezes, his hand half-way up to his face. “You really want to know that?”

No. Yes. “Yes.”

“Why? Is that important to you? I never claimed to be a saint before I met you.”

“I know that. I just want to know. I mean, you know mine.”

Alex chuckles and sits next to me on the bed. “I suppose that’s true.” He sighs before continuing. “I used to get a lot ofattention from women. In high school. In college. I mean, I still do. And for a while, it was really hard to turn down. Losing a mom and having a dad that ignores you, I was begging for some attention and I would welcome it at every turn, even if it came from random girls that just wanted to get into my pants for theprestigeof it all.

“So, yeah. It’s a high number. I’m not even sure I know the exact amount but let’s just say, it’s not something I’m particularly proud of.”

Grabbing his hand, I pull it to my mouth to place a kiss on his palm. “You are an incredible man. Anyone with half a brain would see that. Those people were lucky to have had anything to do with you. And now they’re unlucky since they’ll never get their chance again.”

“Is that so?” Alex laughs, pulling me onto his lap and wrapping his arms around my waist. I murmur in the affirmative but I’m starting to lose focus from the way his body feels under mine. He’s definitely hard again, that I can tell for sure but I am surprised by how ready I am too. He’s going to make me a sex maniac after all.

Rocking back and forth a bit on his lap, I rub his arms up and down for good measure.

Alex groans, “You, my sunshine, are going to be the death of me.”

A grin. “A very, very, very good death.” And then I attack.

The smell of salt water permeates my senses as Alex and I walk along the water. After spending much of the night wrapped in each other’s arms, we decided a morning walk along the beach would be nice. Obviously we bundled up since it was almostDecember and more than mildly freezing outside. The beach is empty though, so that is a plus.

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