Page 23 of Alexander: Alexander's Story

“I need you to ask me nicely.” Her big blue eyes look up at me, demanding. She sits there, leaning back against her heels, her palms splayed flat on her toned thighs, and she says, “Ask me nicely.”

And I-I’m fucking stumped. I’ve never been with anyone who’s commanded me; it was always the opposite. She isn’t harsh about it, though, and the internal thoughts wage war.

“Please, Emma. Would you please put my cock in your mouth?” She nods, satisfied with the ask, then moves forward.

Dropping her mouth open and gathering saliva, she lets her tongue lay flat, the visual insanely erotic. With one hand at the root of my cock, she drags my head over her velvety surface, and my hips thrust without permission. I almost fucking apologize when she stops and looks at me.

And then her tongue is back, and this time it swirls while her hand pulls. And then she’s releasing my cock to suck one of her fingers before wrapping her lips around my length once more.

I grunt, seeing those sweet lips that say only soft and soothing words wrapping up my dick and tugging at me. She makes eye contact again and then slides the finger she just sucked behind me.

Oh, fuck.I’m about to tell her to stop because I don’t like that, but then the pressure is there, from behind and in front, where she has me nearly touching her throat, and I want to cry. I reach down to fist her hair, and she moans against me. Taking the opportunity, she slides the finger out, then in, and I can’t help but thrust, feeling my fucking legs tremble.

She would bring me to my goddamn knees.

She licks up and down my shaft, then sucks me all the way to the back, and just when I think the feeling can’t get better, she slides another digit into my ass, and I lose it. Bucking my hips, spraying my seed against her throat that vibrates under another moan.

I can’t think. I can’t see.

But here she is, massaging my balls and slamming two fingers into my backside as her mouth sucks me dry.

She fucked me. Royally.

Loosening my grip on her hair, I run a hand down and over her head in appreciation.

I needed exactly that. And she gave it to me.

I want to give her something, too.

“Stand up,” this time I command, and she rises to stand right in front of me, her nipples grazing my bare chest.

Before I can talk myself out of it, I drop my head, and she comes up, our mouths locking. Her soft tongue brushes against mine sensually. Slowly. She tastes sweet, but also, like me, it’s somehow familiar and yet foreign. Gripping the back of her head, I fight against the need to deepen it. To throw caution to the wind and consume her. There’s a new voice, different, saying,Do it.

Disregarding the voice, I kiss her with a hand on her waist and a hand in her hair, feeling overwhelming gratitude. There’s a certain comfort about the feel of our mouths against one another. That nagging familiarity.Soft. Calm.

Whether she realizes it or not, this isn’t something I give away to anyone. She’s only the second woman I’ve ever done this with.

I focus on letting her feel my appreciation. Hoping she knows that I’m not using. I don’t want to use her like this. Even if I did before, I don’t feel that way now.

Deep strokes with my tongue send shivers down her arms. Her nipping at my lip has my dick bouncing back to life, a burn growing down deep. She strokes at my jaw gently before pulling away.

Don’t go, the new voice pleads.

“You’ll regret it,” she says ominously before walking away from me. I look down at my dick, standing at hard attention again, ready to slide between and deep within her. I’m still feeling the high of what we just had. I’m feeling like maybe I just need this one thing, and it will fix me.

Confused, I follow her into the en suite bathroom, turning on the light switch.

“Regret what?” I ask her back as she washes her hands in the sink.

Our eyes lock in the mirror as she says, “Fucking me, Alex.”

Emma

He would regret it, sooner or later, because he was a man possessed — and not by me. I know that. If he took my body likehe wanted to right now, I know he’s the type of man who would regret it in the end.

A lot of people wouldn’t, but he would.

I, on the other hand,willprobably regret not feeling him. Never knowing what it would be like for Alexander Palomino to claim me. To have my husband consummate this thing between us. The hit of sadness surprises me.