Page 92 of Your Sharpest Edge
“No. Watching you come undone beneath my lips was better than any sex I’ve ever had.”
I adjusted so I was on my elbows. “But what if we have sex?”
The corners of his lips pulled into a smirk. “Then maybe that may beat you coming in my mouth.”
“Wanna test that theory?”
“Absolutely.”
I jumped to my knees and pulled up my shirt, embarrassed that I was still wearing my work polo. I lifted it off, and he groaned.
“Fuck me. I shouldn’t be looking.” He propped himself up so he was sitting against the pillows.
He looked like a king on his throne, ready to feast on his consort.
“Why?” I giggled as he pulled me against his chest, removing my bra with one hand.
“Because you’re my religion, malyshka,” he whispered, his lips just a breath away from mine. “I have to worship at your altar. It’s like being in the presence of a living goddess.”
I laughed and placed my hand on his rock-hard chest.
“Damn,” I murmured, the word slipping out before I could stop it. I quickly covered my mouth, surprised by my own reaction.
“All you have to do is ask if you want a seat with a view,” he said, pulling off his shirt.
I couldn’t stop my gasp, my jaw dropping at the sight of his perfectly chiseled body.
In an instant, he grabbed my hips and lifted me onto his lap. If I shifted just slightly, I could feel the hard outline of his cock against my ass.
“Don’t.” Alex warned me, his voice low and growly.
“Don’t what?” I asked, repeating the movement. “This?” I teased, doing it again.
“Fuck,” he moaned.
“Take off your pants,” I all but demanded, and he shuffled out of them while keeping me on his lap.
He hovered his hands over my breasts. “Can I?” he asked, and I nodded, emotion surging through my heart.
“Are you okay?” he asked as he rolled my nipples between his forefinger and thumb.
“More than okay,” I closed my eyes and did the same hip-thrusting motion, but this time I was met with the girth of his cock. I whipped around to look at it and practically jumped off his lap. “No,” I screeched. “No. No. No. There is no way that... thing... is going to fit inside me.”
He huffed a laugh. “Malyshka. You’re really giving me a complex tonight.”
“No, I’m being serious. I know I said I wanted to explore things, but that thing is a goddamned monster.”
“A monster?” Alex made a shocked face, and I playfully slapped him across his arms.
“It’s just so big.”
“You’re ready for me, Anastasia. You’re so wet from earlier, and we can go at whatever pace you need to.”
I hesitated for a second. “I haven’t been with anyone since... him, but you... Are you...?” I felt so uncomfortable even asking.
“Have I been tested?” he asked, and I nodded.
“Yes. We get checked by the doctor at the start and end of every season. I—” He coughed. “I’ve never been with anyone without a condom either. You... you’d be my first.”
