Page 41 of The Rival in South Africa
“No, no, absolutely not. Give me the condoms. Forget the foreplay.”
Alex lifted his head up from where he’d been kissing my belly. “You sure?”
“Take my thong off. Feel how wet I am.” I tipped my chin up.
Alex sat back on his knees—still fully dressed, mind you—and peeled the thong off before sliding a finger down my center.
He groaned and brought his finger to his mouth, sucking the whole digit clean. He bent down anyway, kissing my pussy. “I’ll be back for you later,” he whispered to it.
Standing, he peeled off his clothes with efficiency and started to climb back up on the bed. “Ack, wait, the condoms.”
I got to watch Alex’s lean ass disappear back into my hallway and return moments later with a whole strip of condoms.
I pointed at him. “On. Now.”
“Are you sure? I feel morally obligated to make you come first.”
“Well, I know you didn’t make me orgasm at all while we were in Kruger,” I deadpanned.
Alex huffed a laugh before tearing open the condom and rolling it on. He climbed up the bed between my legs and settled his weight on my hips, his cock long and hard against my core.
“My god,” I said, exasperated. “You are such a tease, Alex.” I pinched his side, and he squirmed against me, laughing. I pinched again, and whilst trying to fend me off, he grabbed my leg and hiked it up around his waist, plunging in with one stroke.
We both sucked in air, our laughter disappearing. Alex brought both hands up to my face, and I curled my legs around his, keeping us locked together. Feather-light, he dusted a kiss across my lips.
“You feel so good,” he whispered, starting small rocking motions.
I pressed my lips against his, and his hands swept up into my hair as he deepened the kiss. We rocked together, kissing when we could, breathing when we had to.
I traced the bumps of his spine with my fingertips, feeling the muscles flex around me. Alex’s skin became slick, his kisses less frequent.
“Nikki,” he breathed. “I’m not going to last.” He pressed his forehead against mine. “Are you close?”
“No, but that’s okay.”
He closed his eyes, nodding slightly. “I’ll take care of you, I promise.”
“I know,” I whispered.
A few more thrusts and Alex tensed up, grunting out his orgasm. His feet scrambled at the sheets for traction, pressing himself deep into me. I held him tight, rocking with him as he came.
* * *
A few hours later,after four more orgasms—one more for Alex, three for me—we ate takeaway on my bed, naked.
“It’s not my fancy French place, but it’ll do,” I said, slurping up a noodle.
Alex looked at me with such fondness. “Who would have thought I’d have Nikki Kozlova slurping my noodles?”
I almost choked, and Alex laughed.
“Actually,” he began, setting his food down, “I wanted to show you my new camera.”
I paused in digging for my next noodle. “Wait,” I said, dropping the carton down in my lap. Surely, I hadn’t heard him correctly. “What did you say?”
His face brightened. “I got a new camera. I was hoping you could take a look at it and tell me what you think, maybe give me some pointers.”
I gathered the sheets at my waist, my heart pounding and dread settling in my stomach. “Show me.”
