“Nothing,” I said immediately. “I think I was doing it wrong.”
He laughed, but I didn’t. With his other hand, he undid his button and pushed his pants down a little. He still had my wrist in an iron grip. He freed himself from his underwear next. I swallowed at the largeness of him. He replaced my hand there. Despite being so hard, the skin was soft.
I wanted to be closer so I stepped until I came right under his chin. He bent his head and kissed me while I held his cock and his hand held my wrist. He guided it up and down, hissing into my mouth.
He let go of me to scrunch up my dress and put his hand between my legs. His other hand cupped the back of my head, fisting my hair gently. I gasped as his fingers found me wet, slipping inside me.
“How’s that?” he asked.
I whispered and nodded my approval.
He pulled his fingers out and surprised me with a tight hug. He kissed me harder. My arms clung around his back.
He picked me up. My legs wrapped around his waist, and he kissed me even as we walked. He stopped long enough to look ahead and then again to drop me on my back on the bed. My dress slid over my head easily, and he tossed it aside. “Did you wear this for me?” he asked.
I looked down at the black lace bra and matching panties I’d changed into while upstairs gathering my things. “Of course.”
He climbed onto the bed and kissed the curves of my breasts. He pulled one cup down, trussing me up for his mouth. I arched my back, clawing at the fabric of his dress shirt. He lifted to remove it and his undershirt by the collar.
I felt suddenly nervous in the hands of a man, so different from my experience with Trey. He had chest hair, defined, hard muscles, and faint lines around his eyes. He was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. He stood from the bed and removed his pants the rest of the way, licking his lips as he did. He didn’t glance down and around self-consciously the way Trey usually did—he looked at me like he was about to pull out silverware and have me for dessert.
“Stand up,” he said.
I got to my feet in front of him.
“Turn around.”
I did, keeping him in my sight with my head over my shoulder. “Good,” he murmured, unclasping my bra. He leaned in and hugged me to his back, grasping my breasts. He kissed my cheek and dropped his hands to my panties. His fingers hooked in the elastic, and we both watched as he pulled them over my hips and dropped them at my ankles. His hardness pressed against my back as he sighed into my ear. His hands explored me leisurely, feeling between my legs, gliding along my wetness. When I couldn’t stand it anymore, I turned in his embrace and touched his cheeks. I kissed him, and it wasn’t long before we were falling back on the bed. I opened my legs to let him in when he pressed against me. He entered me slowly but firmly, pulling back every few seconds and thrusting a little deeper.
“Are you on birth control?” he asked as his pace increased.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Because I want to come inside you, Alexandra.”
I nodded but said, “I thought you wanted to come on me.”
“I did,” he said with a small smile. “But that was before I wanted you as mine.”
“Yours?” I repeated, stunned.
His smile fell, and he leaned into the curve of my neck, driving faster into me. The idea of being his made my entire body hot. My arms wrapped tightly around his neck, and my legs contracted around his waist. He picked me up, turned us around, and backed me up against the nearest wall. He was suddenly insatiable, bouncing me against it and nipping my earlobe. He held me up with one hand and the other wedged between us to find my sensitive clit. He rubbed it softly, but his fingers quickly grew firm and demanding. It pushed me over the edge and I came all around him. He never stopped fucking me through it, nailing me to the wall over and over until he thrust deep and came for what felt like minutes, groaning in my ear while sliding in and out slowly. He bent his head and touched his lips to mine for a sweet, drawn-out kiss.
He didn’t speak but pulled me from the wall and carried me into the bathroom before setting me on the counter. I looked around the lavish, marble space while he turned the faucet of the bathtub. He grabbed a bottle and poured liquid into the water.
“A bath?” I asked. “With bubbles?”
“You girls like bubble baths, don’t you?”
I smiled. “Yes.”
“Well, I like seeing you naked, so we both win.”
I giggled and crossed my arms, suddenly shy.
He shook his head while holding his hand under the stream of water. “Please—pleasedo not ever cover yourself up in front of me. It’s offensive.”
My face reddened, but my smile grew. I let my arms fall away, thinking I’d never met anyone as straightforward as him. He left the water running and walked to the door. “Want a drink?” he asked.
