Page 137 of Ecstasy
“Alex,” I say, my lip trembling, “I am exactly like that.”
He shakes his head, squeezing my hand. “I told you, Zara. I see you. I see what you can’t. You aren’t like that. Not at your core. Not in your heart. You’re so much more. You have scars, like we all do, and yeah, you’re pretty damn chaotic and wild and kind of insane.” He smiles, and I do too, even though my lip is still trembling. “But you are so beautiful, too. So fucking beautiful, inside and out. And you’re funny and kind and your recklessness makes you interesting. And you deserve love, Zara. Whether you believe it or not, you deserve it.”
I’m holding my breath as he leans in closer, his brow to mine.
“I see you. And I think you see me, too, yeah?”
I nod, biting my lip to hold back my tears. I do see him. He’s nothing like the asshole jock he pretends to be. And I don’t even know if he ever pretended to be that, or if his temper just gets the best of him sometimes like my loneliness and awkwardness and need to be loved gets the best of me.
“And call me crazy, which I know is usually your thing, but I’m pretty damn sure I’m falling in love with you all over again.”
I can’t breathe. He picks his head up, presses his warm, soft lips to mine. It’s a gentle kiss, but when he runs his tongue over the seam of my mouth and I open for him, it changes. It’s not rough or hard but it’s possessive.
He lets go of my hand, pushes my shoulder so I’m lying on my back. Not breaking away from our kiss, he positions himself on top of me, hands on either side of my head, knees either side of my hips.
His tongue swirls around mine, and I slide my hands over his back, feeling his strength, his hot, smooth skin.
“Fuck that,” he says against my mouth, pulling away for a second. “I know I’m falling in love with you. All fucking over again.” He kisses me again, one hand going to the waistband of my shorts. He yanks them down and I move my hips to help him, pushing the material off with my foot when they get to my ankles.
He breaks away again, licks a line down the column of my throat as I arch my neck. He shoves up my shirt, biting at my stomach, running his hand over my breasts, first one, then the other.
And then he’s between my thighs, lifting one leg over his shoulder, pushing my knee to the side with the other hand, spreading me wide.
“Alex,” I murmur, running my fingers through his hair.
His breath is against my pussy. “Shh.” His hand trails up from my knee to my inner thigh. And then he runs his tongue up my slit and I gasp. It’s the first physical thing, aside from anger and frustration and exhaustion, that I’ve felt in days.
“You like that, princess?” he asks me, his words sending shivers down my spine.
I can only murmur my answer because he doesn’t wait for one. Instead, he flicks his tongue over my clit, and then his hand leaves my thigh and he pushes two fingers inside of me. My grip on his hair tightens as he fingers me, licks me, fucking lavishes me.
I’m a bundle of pent-up energy and nerves, and he knows exactly what I need.
His tongue works me faster as I get closer, his fingers, too, and when I come, I cry out his name, yanking on his hair so hard, I’m surprised he doesn’t complain but, in the moment, I don’t really care.
He doesn’t stop until I’m gasping, nearly begging him to let me breathe. My chest rises and falls rapidly, my heart pounding so fast I can hear it in my head.
He gives me one last, slow lick that makes me squirm, and then he’s crawling over my body, pushing down his shorts and tossing them on the floor. I can feel his cock against my thigh as he cradles my head in his hands, boxing me in beneath him, in what seems like a protective way.
Or maybe I just think that because I feel a rush of gratitude toward him. I feel high off that orgasm.
“You ready, princess?” he asks me, kissing my mouth. I taste myself on him and it drives me fucking wild.
I nod, not wanting to break our kiss.
He reaches down between us, guides his thick cock to my wet entrance. Then he pushes into me and my toes curl. I wrap my legs around his back as he slides all the way in, groaning.
“Fuck,” he says through gritted teeth, his mouth still against mine as he thrusts slowly in and out of me. “You are so damn tight.”
I drag my nails lightly down his back. “Or maybe you’re just really, really big.”
He pauses, staring down at me, brushing a lock of hair from my eyes. “You think so?”
I nod, biting my lip.
“And how do you feel about having my really,reallybig dick inside of you?” he teases me, pulling halfway out.
“I—”
