Page 108 of Collide
I bite my lip, staring into his darkened eyes.
“I want to feel your thighs quaking on my shoulders, until you’re dripping down my chin and begging me for mercy,” he murmurs roughly, his mouth trailing fire over my skin. “Tell me you want it, Elena.”
My pulse thuds unevenly in my ears as I nod, a little breathless. “I want you…Please, Alex.”
His smile curves against my skin, wicked and full of promise. “Good girl, so polite. Let me take care of you.”
A trembling sigh slips past my lips as his strong hands gently guide my thighs apart, exposing me slowly, reverently. He dots tender, maddeningly delicate kisses along the inside of my thigh, each one lingering longer, pressing deeper into my skin. My breathing turns ragged, eyes fluttering shut as his mouth travels upward, teasing closer with exquisite patience, torturously slow.
“Spread those pretty legs Darling.”
His breath ghosts across the tender spot between my thighs, making me shiver and ache. When his tongue parts me, grazing my clit with aching softness, a gasp tears from my throat. The sensation is sharp and bright, exploding like fireworks behind my eyes.
Holy shit.
I pull at the sheets beneath me.
Fingers are great, but fuck, this is ecstasy. I would happily have him live between my thighs, all day, every day.
“Oh, God—Alex,” I whisper, fingers twisting urgently into his hair, anchoring myself to reality, terrified that the dizzying sensations will sweep me away entirely.
He chuckles against my center, which only makes me squirm. He steadies my hips with his hands.
His tongue moves with devastating skill, slow circles giving way to deeper, hungrier strokes, then he sucks with his lips, soft and tender, exploring every sensitive nerve, coaxing every trembling reaction from my body. Pleasure coils tighter inside me, building relentlessly until it borders on pain. My hips instinctively rise to meet him, chasing every electrifying touch. I tug on his hair, holding on as his mouth claims the tenderest part of me.
“Just like honey,” he mumbles, buried between my thighs, moaning with satisfaction as he devours me—stroke after languid stroke of his tongue—until stars burst, blurring my vision. My eyes roll back as I unravel beneath him, gasping, shaking, coming undone in waves of white-hot sensation.
I bite my lip, stifling my moans, knowing we’re not alone in the hotel suite.
My body arches sharply, trembling uncontrollably as he continues his sweet assault, drawing every last ripple of orgasm from me.
I grab a pillow and smother my face, crying out in ecstasy, screaming his name until my throat is ragged.
My chest heaves, my heart hammering wildly, thighs quivering around him as he slowly eases me back down, pressing gentle, lingering kisses to my sensitive flesh, softening the intensity with tender care.
Alex remains between my thighs, kissing my skin delicately. I’m still floating somewhere above the bed, limbs boneless, heart racing, when?—
The door swings open.
“Hey, I was thinking we—Oh my God!”
Riley’s voice cuts through the haze, sharp and horrified.
I scream—an honest-to-God, mortified scream—as I yank the covers over me.
Alex, to his credit, has the nerve to look amused. He sits up slightly, wiping his glistening mouth with the back of his hand before looking over his shoulder at a very pale, very shocked Riley.
“Jesus Christ, Riley!” I curse, scrambling to sit up.
Her eyes are wide as she takes in the sight of us, me flat on my back, Alex between my legs, then she slaps a hand over them. “I didn’t know you were having a religious experience in here!”
“Oh my God,get out!”
“I’m trying!” she shouts, eyes closed, arms flailing as she stumbles backward. “I can’t see where I’m going!”
Alex chuckles, completely unbothered, like he isn’t partially to blame for my current state of exposure and embarrassment.
I shove his shoulder as I scramble to sit up and recover what’s left of my dignity. “Stop laughing, this isn’t funny!”
