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His hands found the clasp of my bra and he divested me of it in a heartbeat. My full breasts were bare and he cupped them. I watched, my breath catching in my throat as he admired them. His thumbs trailed lightly over my nipples and he watched me,observedme, as he tested me for weak spots. His grip tightened and he gave the stiff peaks a harsher tug. I whimpered.
“Do you like that, O’Connell?” He tugged them again and I squirmed against him, trapped between his body and the wall at my back.
One hand reached down to grip my backside, lifting me enough for him to take my nipple in his mouth. He sucked, his teeth grazing over the sensitive bud. Then, with expert precision, he bit it at the base, trapping it in his mouth before flicking his tongue over the tip. The fingers of his other hand still tugged my nipple, an insistent rhythm that sent spasms through my core.
Never in my life had I felt this. Not ever.
His mouth found mine again and he turned us, stalking across the room and depositing me on the glass dining table. I winced as the cool surface touched my burning skin but I was soon distracted as he bent over me, his body flush with mine. He rolled his erection against me as he continued his assault on my mouth.
I needed him inside me. I had spent so much time denying it but now I was here, I wanted it more than anything else. I was done with fear. For tonight at least. Tomorrow was tomorrow’s problem.
I reached for the fastening on his trousers but he pushed my hand away.
“Not yet.”
“What? Why?” I was almost ashamed at how desperate I sounded. He rose up onto his hands, taking the warmth of his torso away from me, leaving me to shiver on the glass table.
“When was the last time you had sex?” The question surprised me. What did that have to do with anything? “It’s been a while?”
“Two years maybe.” It had been a while, but I hadn’t missed it.
“Only with one man?” I nodded, wondering what his point was. “You’re not experienced and I don’t want to hurt you.”
I opened my mouth to argue that I could take anything he gave me, but his fingers reached for the waistband of my underwear and peeled them down my legs. He tossed them away. My legs closed instinctively and his mouth twitched. I’d just proved his point, demonstrating how unused to this I was. I’d had sex, sure, but it was always quick, fumbling in the dark, selfish on the male part. I’d never had sex like this before.
Alfie placed firm hands on my knees and spread me as wide as I could go. My breath hitched as he stood, staring down at me unashamedly. My heart beat wildly, my palms clammy against the cool glass. I’d never felt so exposed. He could see every single part of me. He could see the wetness glistening on my folds. His eyes caught mine, blazing with want, like a starving man presented with a feast.
Eventually, he took pity on me and leaned down, taking my mouth once more. I reached for his trousers again, but again he stopped me, taking my wrists and pinning them above my head.
“No. You aren’t ready.” He pulled back, his tone sterner this time. “You’re wet but you aren’t ready. I have to open you up first.” He stroked my hair, soothing me, but it didn’t help. I ached in a way that was making me irrational. “I’m not a sadist, O’Connell. I won’t feel any macho bullshit from having you hurt on my cock. I want you ready for me. I want you to enjoy this.”
“But I want you now.” I struggled against his grip.
“Stop. Don’t ever tell me how to fuck you. Don’t ever tell me what to do with this body.” We froze in a bubble as we gauged one another. Could I really agree to that? So far he’d shown only the utmost care for my body. I was the one being reckless. I couldn’t trust him with my heart or my sanity, but with my body, that was safe with him. I nodded my agreement. A wicked excitement crept into his eyes as I gave my body up to him.
Nineteen
Ileaned up for his mouth and he gave it to me, seducing me with long, languid kisses. He freed my wrists, his mouth left mine to nip at my neck, sending shivers down my spine. He planted a trail of kisses over my rib cage, then my stomach, leading down. My breath came in short, sharp pants, anticipation building as I realised what he was about to do. I felt his hot breath over my mound and my nerves got the better of me. I jerked, clamping my hands over my core, shutting him out. Alfie rose, a displeased look on his face.
“I’m sorry. I just…I haven’t done that before.” Adam had never done that to me, and if the way he had sex was any judgement of his skill, then I was glad.
“I’m honoured to be the first.” He took my wrists and I allowed him to move my hands away. “But if you ever block yourself from me again, you’d better have a better reason than that.” He gave my wrist a playful nip, taking the sting out of his words.
I took a breath as he lowered his head. What would it feel like? He planted a trail of kisses up my inner thigh, making his way closer. Then I felt it. His tongue lashed a gentle lick acrossme. I arched off the table. The bundle of nerves was so engorged I thought I might explode.
His lips formed a seal over me, pushing back the hood and revealing the sensitive bud underneath. He flicked at it with his tongue and I cried out, my hips jerking so much he had to wrap an arm over me to keep me still. I looked down at his head buried between my thighs, and his eyes met mine for just a second, a dark heat pooling behind them, before he returned to his task. He began to suck me in a gentle rhythm. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t fucking breathe.
I tensed as he eased just one finger inside, but he massaged me gently, opening me like he’d said. As I began to relax, he inserted a second. I moaned, revelling as he found a rhythm. I hadn’t known it could be like this. I relaxed onto the table, letting him pleasure me.
His fingers moved inside me, seeking, searching, until they found a spot that even I hadn’t been able to find. When he discovered that sensitive place inside me, he teased it mercilessly. I climbed higher and higher. A sheen of sweat broke over me, my hands fisting into his hair as I held him to me, dominating yet dominated. My desperate cries echoed across the room as I climbed and then, finally, peaked. My orgasm was earth shattering and I bit down, moaning my release as I ground down on his mouth.
It was raw. I’d never felt so utterly free with my body, never let go so completely. I jerked as my bud protested its sensitivity but Alfie suckled harder, pulling on it with all the suction he was able. Only when he had me crying out in protest did he release me.
When it was over he continued to lick at me gently, tasting me. His fingers moved in and out of me lazily as he kissed his way back up my body. He licked the sweat from between my breasts, found my gaze, and held it as he eased a thirdfinger inside me. I moaned as he gently stretched out my flesh, preparing me. I clenched down, grinding my hips against his hand.
“Fuck, Lola. You’ve got such a needy pussy.”
It was more than I’d ever had and the tight pinch was almost painful. He pressed his forehead to mine, stroking my hair from my damp forehead.