Just when I think my body will give out on me as my arms start shaking as they do their best to support me, Alex stops. The momentum makes me faceplant into the mattress with a grunt, and sweat runs both sides of my face.
He lets go of my hip, his hand landing on my shoulder. With an aggressive move that’s mixed with a touch of tenderness, he pulls me up on my knees and then back until I make contact with his chest while he positions himself better against me.
“You’re the only one for me,” he whispers into my ear right before his teeth sink into my lobe.
Pain and pleasure hit me all at once, a reminder of how my relationship with this man has always been. I want so much to hate him, to not show him all that he means to me. But he knows without me having to say a word. That’s why he’s here after all.
“The only one,” he groans as he repeats the words.
He finally lets go of my hair, only to slide his hand down to my neck again. I let my head fall back onto his shoulder, rolling it just enough for our eyes to meet. I regret it instantly. There’s just too much emotion showing on his face. It causes for my pulse to spike and for my hips to push harder against him. My inner muscles clench around his cock, and I can feel all of him, like the thin layer of latex covering him doesn’t even exist.
With his free hand, Alex runs a soft finger down my cheek while breathing heavy against my lips. He lowers his head just enough for his mouth to take over mine. It’s an intimate move that my heart can’t handle in this moment.
I open my mouth, ready to bite the tip of his tongue when he penetrates my lips, but he is too fast, and my teeth clink together when I miss. I try to growl in frustration, but it comes out more like a mewling sound, all while our hips continue slamming against each other.
“Shhh…” Alex presses his thumb to my lips. “I want you… Only you…”
Tears gather in the corners of my eyes when he pulls out of me. I tell myself that it’s okay. I am used to all the sweet lies he’s whispered to me over the ears, just like I am used to all the heartbreak that usually follows.
“I need to see your face,” he grumbles.
I remain frozen on my knees on the bed as I feel the heat emanating from Alex’s body behind me. I refuse to turn around, but he gives me no choice when he picks me up and drops me onto my back on the mattress.
My reflexes are off because I react way too late, and instead of pushing him away with my feet, I find myself opening my legs. Alex doesn’t miss a beat as he lands on me, re-entering me with a hard push, just like earlier.
He grabs both my wrists and yanks them above my head, leaving me with no choice but to comply. Once he’s certain that he’s got a good hold on them both with one hand, I watch as he stretches over toward the nightstand. My eyes widen in surprise, and my heart is about to jump out of my chest.
“Alex…”
His name is a barely audible sound in the quiet room. It leaves my lips more like a prayer, and I sigh when I see what he is about to do next.
With slow and methodical movements, he picks up the container and drops it on the bed next to us. He pries the top open, revealing the piece of chocolate cake he brought me. The main reason why he is here now.
He is deliberate in the way he dips a finger into the frosting, much in the same way that I did earlier. My legs tighten around his hips in anticipation, willing him to move inside of me again, but he doesn’t listen.
“Are you just going to stare at me then?” I ask in challenge. He doesn’t bite though. Instead, his eyebrow lifts in a sardonic move while his lips stretch into a smile.
Just as I prepare to buckle against him, he drops his hand to my breast and starts spreading the frosting in circles, closing in on my nipple. It puckers almost painfully so the closer he gets to it. And like the asshole that he is, Alex takes his time with it.
I am certain that I will come the second he finally touches me there. He must have reached the same conclusion because he stops. He goes back to the cake, gathering more frosting, then focusing on my other breast. He gives it the same treatment, maybe even slower, and my skin breaks into goosebumps all over. Just when I think he’s done, he draws a line of chocolate from in between my breasts and up my chest.
I try to arch myself off the bed, but it’s a bit difficult since he is still buried inside of me while holding my wrists pinned to the bed. My efforts are in vain, but, in all honesty, I’m not fighting all that hard to escape him. I just want his attention.
“Oh God,” I moan when he drops his head to my chest and gives it a long lick, cleaning up the frosting he drew on me with. He is very thorough in his ministrations, taking his time with it just as he finally starts moving his hips again.
On instinct, I clench around him. Each time he tries to pull away, he comes back, looking for more. He slams into me with enough force to break me, but he knows how much I can take, which is everything he has to give me.
“I love…” My body freezes at hearing the words. “… being like this with you,” he finishes, and I relax. I can’t even say that I’m disappointed because I know he’d never tell me that he loved me.
“You’re amazing,” he groans, his lips pressed to my chest.
“Make me come, Alex,” I beg, even though I told him that I wouldn’t.
The air around us changes the moment those words pass my lips. Alex lets go of my wrists, and for a moment, I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do with my arms. It’s as if I am waiting for his permission to bring them down. My vision goes blurry in anticipation. I want him to tell me what to do.
He drops his head back to my chest and wraps his lips around my left nipple, sucking it gently. A sigh gets ripped from right inside my soul, and I allow myself to just feel.
Closing my eyes, I drop my arms down and dig my hands into Alex’s hair. He continues sucking on my nipple before his focus shifts to licking all the frosting off my breast. When he’s done, he moves to my right one, repeating the process all over again.
