Page 40 of Redeemed (Redeemed #1)
“Come get it.”
I slide to my knees in front of him, tilting my head back, finding Alex’s heated gaze capturing the memory of me kneeling before him. He lightly grabs my face while continuing to stroke himself. My mouth falls open and he eases the tip in. I swirl my tongue around his dick.
Alex loves control and I want to watch him lose it.
I move my hands behind my back, giving him full control of the pace at which he takes my mouth.
Alex’s hands move to my hair, pulling it away from my face, not wanting to miss a thing as I work him over with short, shallow strokes, taking more of him with each bob of my head.
He’s showing great restraint, but it’s my sole mission to snap it.
I spread my legs and sink my hips lower, allowing me to angle my neck and take him deeper.
He lets out a long moan as his hands tighten in my hair and his hips give an involuntary jerk forward.
A shiver works up my body and I release a low moan, my throat vibrating around him.
It’s in that moment that I feel his control crumble as his need fully takes over, thrusting into my mouth, taking his pleasure.
The pure domination of my body feels so freeing that I lose myself in the act of pleasuring him.
Alex steps back without warning and a disappointing groan leaves my mouth. I open my eyes to see a man who is barely holding on. My hand moves up my thighs toward my throbbing pussy to find some sense of relief, until he snaps his fingers, commanding my attention.
“On the bed, Kennedy.” The demand in his voice causes flutters in my belly.
Alex moves to the nightstand and produces a condom as I crawl across the bed.
I make the decision to stay on all fours, slightly lifting my ass in the air and looking over my shoulder.
I see Alex watching me as he rolls the condom down.
He walks up behind me, trailing fingers up the back of my thighs before delivering a smack to my ass. My back arches even more.
“Turn to face the mirror, sweetheart. I want to see your face while I pleasure what’s mine.”
I watch through the mirror as Alex climbs onto the bed, kneeling behind my legs. His knees push my legs a bit further apart, while his hands grip my hips in a tight squeeze. He leans forward, pressing wet kisses up my back, before lining himself up to my entrance.
“You are so beautiful,” he says, looking at our reflection in the mirror before us.
“You’re not too bad yourself.”
He enters my body, working in and out with shallow thrusts, torturing us both with slow motions until he bottoms out. We both moan from the feeling of being fully connected.
“You’re mine, Kennedy.”
“Yours.” The reply is released on a moan.
His eyes close as he absorbs my words, and his hands tighten to a punishing grip as he begins to move again. I know he’s just as on edge as I am, and I want to see him feral as I push back, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“You already know I’m yours.” The lust in his voice pushes me to euphoric levels.
Alex leans back, looking down at where our bodies connect. The only answer I can form is a moan as my back arches.
“Look at you, taking everything that I give you like a good girl.”
The current stroking of his hips has my climax building at a rapid pace. My skin starts to warm and my eyes fall closed. He’s hitting the perfect spot and I’m ready for the explosion of my body to consume me.
He slaps my ass in a demand for attention. “Eyes on me, Kitten. Let me watch you come apart.”
Our eyes lock in the mirror right as my orgasm tears through me and I fall to pieces with Alex’s name on my lips. He picks up his speed, riding out my climax as he finds his own with a groan of my name.
We are laid out across the bed as Alex peppers kisses across the side of my face before climbing off me to dispose of the condom. I roll over, following his path through the bathroom with a smile on my face. He turns on the shower before sauntering over to me at the counter.
“Shower with me?” His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me into him.
The vision in the mirror is one I want to continue seeing for as long as possible. We both look sated and happy, without a care in the world. He leans down, pressing kisses to my neck and a sound of contentment leaves me.
“I guess I could use a shower.” That reply brings a satisfied smile to his face. “Wow, you look mighty proud of yourself, Mr. Carter.”
I tie up my hair before allowing him to lead me in the shower. Alex lets me stand in the water as he grabs soap, insistent on washing me up. When he’s finished, I return the favor. There’s a silent agreement that we won’t linger or waste time in the shower.
But we each take our time getting ready for bed, and I finish my bedtime routine ready to return to my man before the problems of tomorrow pop this little bubble we’ve created for ourselves.
In the bedroom, Alex is putting new sheets on the bed, so I join him, and there’s that domestic feeling again.
We tuck and smooth sheets before sliding under the covers to cuddle.
For a moment, we lie in bed, staring into each other’s eyes with lazy smiles on our faces.
“Can I make a confession?”
“Kennedy, you don’t have to hide from me.”
That statement stops my train of thought because, for once in my life, I truly feel like I don’t have to hide.
“Thank you for being a safe space.” I run my hands down his cheek, and he turns to kiss my palm. “I’m worried about my meeting with Nathan tomorrow. So much hurt has come in the past few days, I don’t know how much more I can actually take.”
“You don’t owe him this meeting.”
“I don’t, but I do feel like I owe it to myself. I would like to think that our friendship is as strong as I believed. Maybe my leaving caught him off guard.”
“Maybe. I just don’t want to see the hurt that he could cause. I want to protect you from those who have proved to be less than worthy of your attention.”
All I can do is smile at this man who I can’t help but question if I deserve. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me into him. I nuzzle in and kiss him softly on the neck.
“I just want everything to be okay.”
“Everything will be fine, baby. And if it’s not, we will get through it together.”