Page 10 of A Powerful Attraction
Alex stood and set her on the carpet, and their clothes slipped away in a fog of desire. One minute Sherry was standing before him fully dressed, the next she was naked on her back on the plush white duvet, his lips to her bosom. Their hands roamed freely, exploring the terrain of each other’s bodies. He licked from her breasts up to her throat. He licked as if he’d been waiting to do it all night, groaning as if the taste of her skin was the best thing he’d ever had.
He concentrated on her swollen nipples, and the curl of his pink tongue against the burnt-caramel tips had to be the most erotic sight she’d ever seen. Her fingers climbed into his hair and urged him to continue the attack on her senses. Raking her nails down his back, she reveled in the ripple of muscles under his skin.
Settled between her spread thighs, Alex kissed her softly, gently, as if it were the first time. Winding her arms around his neck, Sherry opened her mouth to his tongue and deepened the contact, creating a greater sense of urgency between them. She arched restlessly, undulating her hips against his pelvis and the hard pulse of his arousal trapped between them.
Rolling onto his back, Alex took Sherry with him. He caressed her back, buttocks, and thighs, and she whimpered softly, sliding her leg along his and sinking her teeth into his left bicep.
Their lovemaking was slow and leisurely as they explored each other. Sherry had fantasized about him for so long that she wanted to take her time getting acquainted with every bit of his beautiful body. She tongued his nipples, and the flat disks turned hard. She showered his broad chest with attention—kissing and caressing the surface from left to right, down to the trail of hairs that led to between his thighs.
Alex eased her onto her back, and she again rubbed her smooth thighs against his hairy legs. The contrast in texture was unbearably erotic. She gently sucked on the side of his neck and tasted his skin before nipping at his collarbone.
He spread his knees and pried her legs apart.
“Alex,” she moaned.
“Sí,amor.”
He knew. The need had become so great that she couldn’t articulate what she wanted him to do. She had become a mindless fragment of her former self, focused only on the pleasure he imparted with each touch. But he understood.
Alex retrieved a condom and then rejoined her on the bed. Sherry opened her arms in welcome, eager to feel the weight of him again. He drove up into her, the juices coating her canal allowing him to enter with ease. He buried his hot, thick flesh inside, his deep stroking making her moan his name.
Her mind unraveled under the sheer force of the pleasure he inflicted.
“Dios,” Alex said. He let out a groan that could only be described as tortured. “You feel so much better than I ever expected.”
“Alex,” she whispered, clinging to him. Forehead to forehead, they moved in sync. Needing him deeper, Sherry dug her nails into his sides and closed her eyes, letting the delicious sensation that traveled over her skin engulf her.
He sank into her, over and over again, his breath turning choppy as he struggled to maintain restraint while delivering the utmost pleasure.
“Yes. Like that.” Sherry sucked air between her teeth, certain this slow, exquisite torture would be the death of her.
Alex lifted her leg over one arm, and with the position change, he switched up his slow thrusts into rapid, hard drives. The shocking tempo change made her cry out. Then she met each powerful motion with rapid responses of her own, her exploring fingers climbing back into his hair. Faster and faster he went, his mouth moving to her tender throat and kissing the sensitive spot right below her chin.
Sherry bucked beneath him, gasping for air, breathing choppy as his body owned hers.
He didn’t stop until her inner walls clenched around him and she called out his name. A wave of ecstasy engulfed her, and only then did he claim his own release.
5
Sherry squinted, slightly disoriented at the light pouring through the big windows that took up half the wall. She wasn’t at home. Then she remembered that she and Alex had spent the night together. First talking over dinner and then arguing in the parking lot before coming to the hotel and making love twice.
She heard muffled movements and rolled onto her side. Light came from under the bathroom door, which was where Alex must be.
She burrowed deeper under the thick duvet and soft sheets, pointing her toes and stretching her legs. She turned her nose into the pillow, which smelled like him and made her curl the same toes at the memory of their intense lovemaking.
His thoroughness had made her believe that he knew her body better than she did. She didn’t regret not one kiss, caress, nor one part of the night she spent in his arms, but what now?
Parts of her still ached for his touch. Her nipples swelled and she moaned quietly. Even the soft linens proved to be too much for the sensitive peaks, and she touched them gingerly, wishing his hands were on her body instead.
Alex exited the bathroom, fully dressed in the clothes he’d worn last night. When he saw her awake, he paused in the middle of the floor.
Holding the sheet over her nakedness, Sherry sat up and smoothed a hand over her disheveled hair. “You’re leaving? No breakfast?” She wanted—no, needed—to extend their time together.
He shook his head regretfully. “I have to run. I’m going to see a friend in the hospital, and I need to go home and change before I head over there. I can’t get out of it.”
“I wouldn’t expect you to.”
He studied her for a bit, his emotions veiled behind a neutral expression.
