Page 75 of Rival Hearts

He didn’t; he increased his pace, his fingers, his tongue, his mouth, driving me closer and closer to the edge.

The heat grew hotter and hotter, and my breath caught in my throat. I closed my eyes and surrendered, giving in to the building sensation.

He groaned and licked and sucked and his fingers slid in and out.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I threw my head back and cried out, waves of pleasure washing over me.

“Fuck, yes,” Alex said against me. “That’s it, come for me.”

He kept going, his tongue and his fingers not letting up.

I was coming harder and harder, the orgasm taking control of my body and shaking me to my very core.

“Oh fuck,” I whispered, the pleasure taking over, and I squeezed my eyes shut, riding the wave. It washed over me, and then the heat was gone, and I was left panting and spent, my body tingling all over.

Alex raised his head and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He smiled, and I returned the smile, satiated, for now.

He climbed up next to me, and I snuggled against him, the warmth from his body comforting me. He planted kisses on my face, starting at my temples, moving over my cheeks. A kiss on the tip of my nose. And one on each closed eye. Finally, he kissed me on the mouth, and the kiss was sensual and tender. I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“I want you,” he murmured.

“Then take me,” I whispered back.

“I don’t have a condom.”

I shook my head. “It’s okay. I’m always on the pill.” I wanted him inside me. I wanted him as close as he could get.

Alex kissed me again, but he rolled onto me, and my thighs fell open for him yet again.

He positioned himself at my entrance, his cock pressing against my opening, and my breath caught in my throat. Alex kept his eyes locked on mine when he pushed into me, and the feeling of him stretching me was so amazing, so right.

He moaned as he slid inside me, the head of his cock pushing into me, inch by inch, and I gasped, his thickness stretching me.

It was incredible. He was incredible. The way he felt, the way he was looking at me, the way he filled me.

He paused when he was buried inside me, and I trembled around him. He stroked his fingers through my hair, his eyes still on mine, before he lowered his head and kissed me.

While he did, he moved inside me, slowly pulling back.

The friction and his size made me gasp, and I clung to his shoulders, my fingers digging into his skin.

He was gentle, his hips rolling as he slid in and out; he filled me completely and stretched me, making me feel things I hadn’t known were possible.

“Fuck, Charlotte,” he said, his voice low and hoarse.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered.

He slid in and out of me, and I arched my back, pushing up to meet him.

He groaned and quickened his pace, the heat beginning to grow inside me again.

“Alex,” I gasped.

My heart raced, and I was breathing hard.

I gripped his shoulders and arched my back, moaning as he thrust into me. He picked up his pace, pumping into me harder and faster, and my gasps and moans turned into cries as he pushed me toward the edge of another orgasm. I held onto his thick shoulders as he bucked his hips, and the sound of our skin slapping together, the wet sounds of him moving in and out of me, was erotic and drove me wild.

“Charlotte,” Alex said, his voice strained, and I loved the sound of my name on his lips.