Page 54 of Alexander: Alexander's Story

“I mean, technically, I’m a virgin.” I hate that word and what it implies. Hate that I’m a 26-year-old virgin because I’ve been waiting for the right person, and they haven’t come. They don’t want me. They aren’t dreaming about me like I am about them.

When he doesn’t say anything, I start to scoot away from him. Giving him an exit, but his hand is back on my hip, holding me close to him.

“You’ve never…” Oh god, he’s going to make me spell it out.

“I’ve never had sex with anyone. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Jesus, Emma. I-I don’t know.” I sigh because here it comes.Well, maybe we shouldn’t do anything then.Like I’m fucking diseased or a toss away. “Just tell me what you’re comfortable with, then.” This time, I freeze.

“You’re not…weirded out by that?” I ask, hopeful.

“Are you kidding?” His dick pulses, twitching between my thighs. “I fuckinglovethat it’s gonna be me.Onlyme.” My chest burns at the possessiveness in his voice.

He scoots back, rolling me onto my back so he can look at me. But I don’t want to.

The tears are coming in, my cheeks hot with embarrassment.

“Do you want to have sex right now, Emma?” I nod because I did. I do. But suddenly, I’m scared to death I’ll look stupid and won’t know what I’m doing. I was never even brave enough to use anything besides my fingers on myself.

“You’re fucking perfect, Emma,” Alex says as he pulls me into his side, then moves over the top of me, peppering kisses across my body, starting with my chest.

Then they’re on my abdomen and then my clit. “Relax, baby.” I hadn’t realized how rigid I was, knowing what’s coming.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to…” I tell him as he prepares to go down on me. Again.

“Shut up, Em. This isn’t a fucking chore,” he looks at me, “it’s a privilege.” He spreads open my lips and sucks, sending my hips off the bed. He puts a palm on my stomach to hold me down, and with his other hand, he starts to slide a finger in.Yes, fucking, please.

The longing for the feeling of fullness there is overwhelming. I want his fingers slamming against me. I want his cock thrusting in me. I want to be fucked like I’ve watched others be for years.

Alex is gentle at first, but then he adds another finger, and they curl, rubbing against my inner wall as his tongue laves at my clit on the outside.

“Fuck, Alex!” I cry as he quickly brings me right to the edge of orgasm, then retreats, leaving me gasping and wanting more.

He opens his nightstand and pulls out a condom. “Put it on me,” he instructs. Sitting up and leaning forward, I take the foil packet in my shaking hand. He kneels on the mattress before me, then guides my hand in his, steadying me. Stroking me.

When I put the condom at his tip and start to run it down his length, he leans forward and whispers. “Fucking perfect, Emma. Everything about you.”

My confidence surges, and I arch up to kiss him.

He gently pushes me to lie back, and then he’s spreading my legs, moving between me, and positioning himself.

“Tell me you want it,” Alex says, looking me in the eyes.

“I’ve never wanted anything more.” It’s true.

“It’ll hurt.” I don’t care. “But you’re mine, Emma.” Of course, he knows exactly what to say, as if I’m not already burning up inside.

I nod, reaching around to pull his mouth down to mine. I want his cock driving into me at the same time his tongue fucks my mouth.

I can feel him at my entrance, and I brace for the discomfort. At first, there’s pressure, then a piercing feeling for two seconds, and I bite his lip in reaction, but then it just stings.

“So good for me, baby,” he soothes, pushing in further until he’s fully seated in me.Finally full.

“God, Alex.” I gasp at the feeling. The feeling of him and me…Us. The thought alone brings me to the edge.

“Are you okay if I move?” I nod my head vigorously. All I want is for him to ride me hard. I want the pain. I want to feel alive. And I do for the first time in a long time.

“I want my husband to fuck me. Hard. Please?” I ask, finally giving him what he wants.