Page 39 of His to Love
Chapter Eighteen
Alexa
The curtains blew in the cool breeze as I lay in my bed tossing and turning—wanting. I threw the blanket to the floor, I’d had enough of it wrapping around my body, constricting me, holding me prisoner. I yearned to be free.
The door moved and my eyes darted over to it. I watched as a shadowy figure moved into my bedroom. I stayed still, not sure if I should act as if I was asleep or not.
As the figure moved closer to my bed, it became clear by the broad shoulders exactly who had come to visit in the night. But what he’d come for I had yet to determine.
Perhaps he’d only come to my bedside to check on me, to make sure everything was okay. Or maybe he’d also grown tired of waiting for what was rightfully his for the taking.
Me.
For the longest time, the figure loomed at the foot of my bed. Frozen, I was excited, hopeful, and wanted him to come to me the way a husband comes to his wife.
Slowly, warm fingers moved along the bottom of my foot, inciting a riot of butterflies in my stomach, along with spreading fire through my entire body.Yes, finally.
Moving one knee onto the bed, he gently pushed my legs apart so he could get between them. His lips grazed along my inner thigh as his hands moved up each leg.
Still, I couldn’t seem to move. I didn’t want him to stop what he was doing or ask me if it was okay. It was more than okay—it was exactly what I wanted. And I didn’t want to discuss it; I just wanted it to happen already.
I couldn’t breathe as his mouth moved up to kiss my intimate lips. Softly, he kissed then blew warm breath over me, sending chills along my spine. A flick of his tongue barely touched my pearl, which had already swollen for him.
Kissing it, he flicked his tongue over it as his hands moved around to my butt, lifting me up to give him better access to my sweet spot. As his intimate kiss went deeper, it forced a low moan out of me to which he moaned back, the vibration sending me into depths of ecstasy I hadn’t known existed.
My fingers curled into the sheet underneath me; I pulled so hard the fitted sheet came off the bed corners above me. My feet moved back and forth as my body went insane with what he was doing to me.
He’d never kissed my mouth like this. Never used his tongue in the way he was kissing me now. Our kisses had been on the chaste side. I liked this side better—much better.
A gentle sucking action on my pulsing pearl sent me over the edge. Something flashed through my body, sending fluids gushing down my canal. He moved his mouth, stabbing his tongue into me, drinking up what he’d made my body give him.
My canal pulsed around his tongue, wanting more than that from him. Pulling my knees up, I urged him to give me more as I ran my hands through his hair. He took the hint and began kissing his way up my body until his mouth met mine.
His tongue swept into my mouth at the same time he penetrated me with his hard, long, and wide manhood. I screamed with the pain that came with being stretched to fit him. But his kiss muffled the sound and in no time at all, the screams turned to moans of pure pleasure.
Wrapping my legs around him, I never wanted to let him go. I wanted to feel him inside of me for the rest of my life. I never wanted him to let me go or stop making love to me.
We moved like waves on the ocean together, stroking each other’s bodies, moving our hands over every inch of the other person. We caressed every surface that we could reach without letting our mouths part.
He moved his hands into my hair, pulling it a bit as he moved faster, plunging into me harder. I cried out with the intense heat that came with each new place he found and stretched inside of me. I loved it all. I loved the pain, the smell, the absolute decadence of the act.
It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t sweet. It was primal, and I knew it was supposed to be this way. A primal need we both shared. This is the way sex was intended to be.
Raw, gritty, and full of demands from each body. I wanted him inside of me, moving, rocking my body in a way I didn’t even know could be done. And he needed to be connected to me, to be a part of my body. He needed to feel my tight canal squeeze his male member in a hard, hot, wet way. It held him tightly, unwilling to release him.
“More,” I moaned. “I want more. Give me more.”
Moving faster, he thrust into me, making the bed shake and the headboard bang against the wall with every single move he made. “I’ll give you more. I’ll give you all you can take and then I’ll give you just a bit more.”
Panting hard, I dug my nails into his back as I bit his shoulder. “Yes! More! Yes!”
My body exploded for him once again. He didn’t stop though. He kept going, growling through it all, begging me, “Don’t stop coming. Keep it going. God, this is amazing!”
My body forged on, pulsing, throbbing as it urged him to keep giving me more of what he had to offer. I couldn’t stop. I kept going for him, just the way he wanted me to. I would give the man anything and everything he ever asked of me. If he would just keep giving me this, I would give him the whole world.
My heart pounded, my body drenched in sweat, and my mouth dry from panting. Still, I didn’t want to stop for even a moment to take a drink of water or try to catch my breath. “Don’t stop! I want more! God, help me, I want more!”
Knock, knock, knock.“Alexa? Are you okay in there?”
