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“You know there’s no stopping this. It’s going to happen. All I want to know is where do we go?”
I point toward the bathroom and surrender. In that moment, the tension between us snaps. Our bodies come together in a heated embrace. Alec’s lips crash down onto mine in a punishing and bruising kiss that leaves me breathless and begging for more. In his arms, I lose myself to the ecstasy of his touch and surrender to his will.
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Alec
The momentmy lips press against Barbi’s mouth my heart races and my gut clenches. Her soft, full lips are a drug I can’t seem to get enough of. The warmth of her breath, and the way her fingers cling to me, ignite an intense flurry of sparks between us.
She surrenders beautifully with a soft moan that sends electricity zapping down my spine. I wrap one arm around her waist, pulling her closer to me, while deepening the kiss.
I control the kiss, moving as I please, exploring every corner of her mouth until it seems an eternity passes.
We break apart for air and the same desire rushing through me reflects in her eyes. Once again, I tip my forehead until it rests against hers. Her eyes remain closed, almost as if she’s dazed from the kiss.
Dazed like me.
A quick glance and I lead her down the hall, away from prying eyes. The sexual urgency between us vibrates the very air and moves me quickly toward the bathroom. I thought to take her into her bedroom but can’t guarantee someone won’t walk in on us.
My heart pounds in anticipation of what’s to come and my dick responds in kind. Growing long, hard, and ready to please her.
I pull her into the bathroom and tug her close, kissing her once again as my hands roam over her body. Her breaths come fast and furious as she peels my shirt up and over my head. Once free, I take a step back and allow her full access to explore as she desires.
If I know one thing, and I know very little about Barbi, she needs to feel like she’s in control. Perhaps it’s a safety mechanism? Something lingering from past trauma?
I may be dominant in bed, but I’m also an experienced Dom who’s involved in the community. Which is how I know Barbi needs to feel she’s in control. She desperately desires to yield to someone stronger than herself but won’t be able to do that until trust is undeniably established.
She runs her fingers lightly over my chest, feeling every dip and ridge of muscle under my skin that’s slick from sweat after our heated kiss. I groan as she traces a line along my abs, before moving down to the button of my jeans.
With trembling fingers, she fumbles with the zipper before freeing me. Her eagerness is intoxicating. I’ve had sex with a lot of women from bold and beautiful to shy and hesitant, but none of them compare to Barbi. Desire radiates off of her like a beacon, feeding my dominance in a way I can’t ignore.
I grasp her nape, then twist my hand until my fingers thread through her hair. My grip tightens and she rewards me with a hitch in her breath.
“Floor’s not dirty here, love.” With gentle, but constant pressure, I place steady downward tension on her hair. “Do you remember what I said in the club?”
Each and every question I level at her is a test; a gentle probing as I delve deeper into this woman’s brain. This is the challenging part. The dangerous part. Play things wrong? Come on too strong? Take things too fast?
I’ll lose her if I move too fast.
But Barbi doesn’t flinch. A glimmer of excitement ignites in her eyes, sparking a mesmerizing fire in their green depths. Her lips part and her jaw opens ever so slightly.
“Remind me.” She fires back with a challenge in the arching of her brow.
“On your knees, love.” I growl out my desire, making it a command, but I’m too desperate to control this. Fortunately for me, Barbi doesn’t disappoint.
With a grin curling my lips, I watch with breathless anticipation as she lowers to her knees. The entire time, she locks gazes with me. Overtaken with excitement, I wrestle with my most basic need—to rut and fuck—and tamp down my desires.
This is something I intend to enjoy.
Lips swollen from my kiss, Barbi drives me out of my goddamn mind when she leans in toward my straining cock, then peeks up at me. My fingers tighten in her hair, eager to yank her onto my dick, but Barbi places her hands on my thighs, pushing out ever so slightly. It’s a message telling me this happens according to her desire and not mine.
That’s okay, but I’m not against encouraging her to step up the pace and get to the good part.
“Gonna stare at it all day, love, or are you going to…”
She lays claim to my cock with her soft lips and sinfully hot tongue.
Sweet holy hell. Fuuuuuuk… My eyes practically roll into the back of my head with the pleasure coursing through me.