Page 39 of Midnight Confessions

And why am I so comfortable with this? Three days ago, Aleck was a stranger. Three days ago, the anger he induced shaved two years off my life. Something tells me he’s about to give them back. Something tells me Aleck is about to breathe life into me so passionately I’ll levitate.

His hand glides up my thigh and under the hem of my dress until it reaches my panties. Air catches in my lungs when Aleck’s fingers slide over the cotton, finding my clit immediately.

“Fuck,” he growls, the vibration of it resonating between my legs. “You’re soaked. Your body wants me, Winter.”

Aleck slides his free hand up my other thigh slowly. His dark azure eyes locked hard on mine. “Be honest, how long has it been since you’ve been fucked, Winter?”

His question takes me momentarily off guard. “Uh, long time, Aleck. A very long time.” I’m ashamed to admit.

Now that I’m here with Aleck, I see the appeal of sleeping with someone you have no interest in a future with. I bite my bottom lip, feeling the ache of anticipation. Aleck’s eyes drop to my mouth, then find my gaze again. His fingers hook over the waistline of my panties while I lift my ass from the counter. He tugs them down my legs, maneuvering them over my heels with a devilish smirk that tells me he prefers to leave them on.

Of course he does.Aleck Fox exudes the air of a man who prefers to fuck women wearing heels and nothing else.

“I’m glad it’s me. I’m glad I’ll be the one bringing you back to life. I’m going to make you come so many times, you won’t be able to speak.”

He wraps his powerful hands around my ankles and lifts my legs, curling them around his shoulders, then he lifts my dress up my stomach… and stares at me. Stares atit. Aleck Fox is staring at my pussy. His lips part. His chest expands with a deep breath, then he expels the air through his teeth.

“So pink…” he says, licking his lips. “So pink and so lonely.” Then he rubs his thumb through my folds. I gasp when the pad of his thumb presses into my clit, rubbing slow, tight circles over it. “Let’s remedy that, shall we?”

Aleck’s head dips between my legs, he presses his nose into my sex and breathes in deep, inhaling me into his lungs.

I’ve never felt more on display. Like he’s observing a painting slowly, reveling in every layer before he steps back to see the whole picture.

Then the flat of Aleck’s hot, wet tongue presses into my clit, making me gasp into our dark kitchen. His tongue licks up slowly, then back down, through my folds. His arms wrap around my thighs and his fingers dig into the fleshy inside until it hurts. He circles my clit with his soft tongue until my legs start to shake.

I moan and grab Aleck’s hair, threading my fingers through his tousled locks, clenching them into my fists. He uncurls his arms from my thighs, then pushes the insides of my knees down against the marble so I’m open as wide as I can be. I watch the top of his head as he laps up my juices and growls, flipping the page on his controlled demeanor. He slams his tongue into my entrance, fucking me until I feel like I’m going to pass out from the pleasure.

Aleck drags his tongue back up to my clit, flicks, then sucks me into his mouth. I cry out, clenching my fists tighter around his hair. He lifts his hand to my aching heat, spreading my wetness around before thrusting two fingers into me in one go.

“Aleck!” I scream out in pleasure, not being able to stop myself.

“Come for me, Winter. Come all over my tongue,” he grits while his fingers thrust deeper and deeper, hitting my G-spot over and over.

A warm ache blooms low in my core. He presses the flat of his tongue over my clit, swirling until the warm ache suddenly cracks and spreads through my body like venom. I cry out, grinding my pussy into Aleck’s tongue, riding out the peak of my orgasm until my body goes slack and calmness washes over me.

It’s been three years since anyone has gone down on me, and when Brian did it, it wasn’t likethat. Aleck did it like he was tasting a rare delicacy, devouring me, worshiping my taste on his tongue. Brian did it because I complained that he never did it, and even then he barely touched me with the tip of his tongue like he couldn’t stand the taste—or the awareness that he wasn’t getting anything out of it wasn’t enough to excite him.

Aleck did it as if he got more out of it than I did.

Aleck straightens his spine, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then reaches behind his shoulders to pull his shirt off. His muscles catch the dull glow of the pier lights filtering through the windows that overlook the ocean.

He’s a damn god when I’ve only ever been with mortal men.

“Is fucking still on the table, yes or no?”

I nod with a lazy smile as I regain the use of my motor skills.

“Yesorno? I need clear and concise consent, Winter.”

A fucking god, I tell you.

“Yes, Aleck.” My smile, turning devilish now. “Please be the one to bring me back to life, and fuck me.”

Aleck’s eyes turn to ice, and he turns and charges into the hallway.

Where is he going?

Hearing a drawer slam shut, then the rustling of foil paper, I smile, knowing exactly where he went. He appears in the hallway, stalking toward me with a condom in his hand, then steps between my legs. He rips the wrapper open with his teeth, spitting the strip of foil to the floor, then pulls his joggers and briefs down just enough to pull himself out, and sheathes his cock.

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