Page 19 of Release
She looked up at him. “Don’t tell me the paparazzi found you?”
He shut the door and took a breath to calm himself. “No. Worse, but let’s not talk about that now.” Pulling her into his arms he told her, “I’m so glad you’re here.”
“Me too,” she answered, sinking into his embrace. “A lot’s going on at the record label, and I had to be in town to help expedite it. I thought I’d surprise you. I hope you don’t mind?”
“Mind? Are you kidding? I want you here. All the time if I could swing it,” he admitted, smiling.
Alexandra lifted up on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Good. Now kiss me and show me you mean it.”
Bash’s lips crashed against hers for a hungry, eager kiss. His hands reached into her hair, pulling her lips in tighter. He needed her closer. Much closer. She sank into his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck, seeming to mold to every contour of his body. With his other arm, he pulled her in more tightly. Standing here at the door was suddenly not enough.
“Sofa bed. Now,” he groaned into the kiss, pulling away.
She took his offered hand as he moved off with one crutch tucked under the other armpit. “Need some help there?”
“Maybe later,” he admitted. Arriving in the living room, he leaned the crutch against the nearby wall, sat in the opened pull-out sofa bed, and slapped the space beside him. “Get in here.”
Alexandra straddled his hips and hovered over him without sitting. “Yes sir.”
Now above him, she held both sides of his face and ducked down to kiss him again. Her lips were so warm, so welcoming. Parting her lips, he merged his tongue with hers, and pretty soon she was rocking against his engorged member, driving him to where all he could think about was being deep inside her again. He reached his arms down to the lower part of her blouse, ending the kiss to drag it over her head.
“Clothes. Off,” he ordered in a deep growl.
Smiling, she climbed off the edge of the sofa bed, shimmying her pants and underwear down her legs. She crawled back on, and kneeled near the foot of the bed between his legs.
“You too,” she said, and gripped the waistband of his sweatpants. She tugged it down his legs with his boxers, groaning and biting down on her bottom lip when his stiff manhood was finally free. She backed off the bed and pulled the clothes down and off his feet, then returned to the bed, her eyes fixed on his arousal.
Her head lowered to his hardness. She was about to take him in her mouth when he stopped her. “You’re so gorgeous, Alexandra,” he said, pausing for a long moment to slowly rake his eyes down her body. “You’re mine.”
She nodded, and he pulled her forward by the upper arm, positioning her so she would straddle him.
“Ride,” he told her, resting his head back down on the pillow.
“Oh God, Bash,” she groaned through an exhale, palming his throbbing staff as she lowered onto it.
Alexandra took his hands and placed them on her hips, which he gripped tightly and pulled her the rest of the way. She arched her neck and sank down deeper still, then raised her hips, and lowered it again, taking him in deeper each time. She rocked forward and back. Up and down. Pressing down on his chest as she ground down on him.
His hips lifted to meet her movements. His eyes did not leave her wanton, pleasure-filled face. She was so close. Moving one hand from her hip, he slid it over her mound. His thumb dipped under the hood, making circles around her hot, wet, swollen nub. Alexandra’s body bucked in response, rocking harder and faster as she approached her climax. Her breathing was ragged now, and her soft moans became louder.
“Come for me,” he told her.
Alexandra gasped a sharp breath. She whimpered as he picked up the pace and teased her, gripping one hip firmly with the other hand, rocking her harder against his shaft. Sebastian’s gaze was fixed on her face, admiring the expression of pure pleasure that seemed to expand until she arched her back, cried out his name, and came. Her channel tightened around his shaft, clutching him like a vice as it pulsed and flexed. Soon, it drove him to his own peak. Alexandra collapsed on his chest, breathless, covered in sweat and her sweet scent.
Sebastian ran his hand down her back. He kissed the top of her head while she caught her breath and regained her strength. “Rest,” he told her, and heard her breathing change before she fell asleep.
