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He fastened the second cuff link, his eyes on my face this time, scrutinizing me for any sign that it was too much. It was, but in the best way. He admired my clamped nipples with satisfaction before our mouths met once more, one hand taking my throat and the other twisting my hair around his fist. He had me. Completely. In all ways.
He squeezed my throat, cutting my oxygen off just enough to bring my pleasure to all new heights. “Get yourself off on me, Lo. Use me.” I pumped my hips, driving myself closer to thatpeak. He held me close, not allowing me any reprieve from being right here in this moment with him. There wasn’t anywhere I would rather be. Even when we were fighting and his words were cutting me so deep, I wouldn’t trade it to be anywhere else.
I ground down on him, my hips pumping a steady rhythm, the sensation smooth and dreamy.
“Alfie…”
“That’s it, baby. Tell me you need me,” he growled, his gaze holding mine as I worked myself higher.
“I need you,” I moaned.
“Again.” He bit out the command and I cried out, flying higher.
“I need you.” I was close, so close. “I need you…Alfie, I need you…I’ll always need you.” I was there…
“Come.” My orgasm hit and just as it did, he tightened his grip on my throat, cutting off my air and sending me flying. Euphoria exploded in my core and spread through me, fireworks zinging along my nerve endings.
The things this man could do to me.
When it was over, I fell, limp and languid in his arms. My face pressed into the crook of his neck as he held me. I panted, trying to gain my equilibrium, but my hips moved of their own volition, grinding, my core seeking him.
Alfie…
“What do you need?”
“I don’t know,” I mewled, my mind too blown out to think. I didn’t know what I needed, just…more.
“Is there pressure?” He reached between us and pressed just above my pubic bone. “Here?” he asked gently and I nodded. I needed him inside me and it pained me that I couldn’t have it.
“Hold on, baby.” He reached under me and I moaned as three fingers slid inside. I knew exactly what was coming.
“I need to lay down.” I couldn’t take it, not in this position. I was too open, too vulnerable to him.
“No you don’t.” He began working me and I felt like I might cry at the intensity. I pressed my face further into his neck, my hands small on his biceps, the pleasure just too much as his palm caressed my over-sensitive clitoris. “Let it go, Lola. I want to see you make a mess for me.” His words were filthy and I didn’t care. They spoke to the basest part of me.
He worked my G-spot relentlessly, my thighs clenched around him, pleasure swimming in my head. The pressure built and built and I lost all control as fluid rushed out of me, coating his hand.
“Good girl.” His fingers found their way to my mouth and I tasted myself on him. It was a strange intimacy to have him feed me to myself, a closeness I could only ever have with him. He held me for long minutes, stroking my back, my hair. He reached between us at some point and I felt the sharp relief as he removed the cuff links. “Come back to me, baby.”
“I’m here,” I breathed. “I wish you would let me return the favour.” I longed to know what it would be like to have him in my mouth but despite everything else we’d done together, that was a door he’d kept firmly closed to me.
“Not going to happen.” He gave my bottom a playful spank, taking away the sting of shutting me down. “Now, go and order some food.” I smiled into the crook of his neck, my heart threatening to burst. Alfie really wasn't the same man he'd been when we first met.
Seventy-Two
Iawoke to pleasure, pure and base. It pooled in my stomach and spread in rolling waves through my body. Alfie’s hands were on my inner thighs, holding me open as his tongue did delicious things to me. I reached under the sheets and sank my fingers into his hair, holding him to my core as I rode those waves. I came in breathless ecstasy, my back arching off the bed as I soared.
Slowly, I sank back down to the earth and Alfie was there to meet me, his lips finding mine and grounding me. I could taste myself on his tongue and I revelled in it. I reached between us, finding his rigid erection, angry and desperate for release.
“The condoms are still in my bag.” I planted a soft, inviting kiss at the corner of his mouth.
“I’d rather abstain altogether.”
I pulled back, looking up at him. He didn’t want anything between us. I didn’t blame him.
“Then please let me.” I squeezed him slightly, massaging his length. I wondered if he could see how much I wanted to pleasure him, how much it hurt that he would never let me. His gaze shuttered, closing me out, and I knew that once again, I was banging on a locked door. “You’re a damned fool, Alfie Tell.”I planted another kiss at the corner of his mouth as he pulled my hand away. “Isn’t that going to drive you crazy?” I nodded between us at his raging erection.
“Physically yes, mentally no. My mental pressure is released with your release.”What the hell does that mean?I groaned and closed my eyes.