“The balcony is open,” I mention, nodding at it. Alexander looked at me, his hips dipped down between my legs, and I wrapped them around his hips, and with my hand around his dick, guiding him where we both wanted him, he pressed into me. A wicked smile curved his lips, his eyes shadowed and heavy lidded.
“Good. Let them hear you scream for me.”
I squeezed my thighs around his sides tightly, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and tilting up my hips a little. He pushed in and out slowly, letting me adjust. It felt euphoric, like I was leaving my body entirely. I didn’t know it could feel like this. Feelthisgood. Then Alexander took my thighs and pulled them up to sit on his shoulders, pushing forward more and pounding into me, and I couldn’t help but scream out his name. A proud smile was on his lips.
“That’s right, angel.”
I dragged my palms up and down his back, and he kissed his groans across my lips. We sank into each other like this was fleeting. I muffled my mouth against his shoulder.
“You’re perfect,” he whispered. “You feel so damn good.” His hips picked up speed just as I started to feel the heat building at the center of my body. Alexander’s hips thrusted forward, holding me off the bed and on top of his thighs, and I squeezed my legs tight around his neck as he ground and ground right against where I wanted him. I cried out my orgasm.
“Come for me,” he gritted out, voice thick.
His hands gripped my waist hard as he pushed in and out at a punishing speed as I kept crying out, “Faster, faster.” I felt my orgasm crescendo, the electricity rushing through me. Then he was there again, moving again slowly then building up and pulling me into another one. His lips devoured me as he went, sweaty forehead touching in the slower moments, his eyes finding mine over and over again. Turning my chin to look at him. It was all justsomuch.
I had never, not once, finished multiple times in one go, but here we were, quickly coming up on a third time. His own grunts were like music to my ears, hot and enticing music. His thrusts became erratic as he came, pulsing and groaning so deep from his chest. His body slumped against mine as he lowered us onto the bed. Alexander laid his cheek against the top of my head, pressing a kiss there. I let myself take in the moment, really commit it to memory. I want to stay here, in this feeling. I want to live in it.
“That…” I sighed deeply, fully and completely content. He pulled me into his side, an arm wrapping around my waist and dipping a kiss to my forehead.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he muttered, guiding me up and to the bathroom door.
Soon the bathroom was fogging up with the warmth of the shower. He led me into it, grabbing soap and slowly dragging his soapy hands over my limbs. I was drunk on his touches when I spun around to face him, looking up through wet eyelashes and smiling.
“Round two?”
* * *
I woke slowly, the faint light of dawn peeking through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. For a moment, I stayed still, letting my senses catch up with me. The cool sheets tangled around my legs, the gentle hum of the world in the background, and the warmth of Alexander’s body pressed against mine.
My heart skipped a beat when I realized where I was. His arm was draped over my waist, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm as he slept beside me. His breath was soft against the back of my neck, and I could feel the faintest beat of his heart and focused on the calming rhythm. He felt so solid, so real, and so…safe.
I shifted slightly, careful not to disturb him, and glanced over at the clock on the nightstand. It was early, much earlier than I would normally be awake, but I couldn’t bring myself to move just yet. Everything about this moment was so peaceful, so calm. My mind, still foggy with sleep, pieced back together the events of the night before. We’d gone out with our friends, laughed, and danced. Then he made me see the damn stars three times before we fell asleep.
His hand was resting on my hip, his thumb lightly brushing my skin, as if he was holding me closer in his sleep. I felt a flutter of warmth in my chest at the simplicity of it. A feeling I hadn’t allowed myself to acknowledge.
I tried to breathe quietly, not wanting to disturb him, but as the minutes passed, my thoughts began to rush in. Was this real? Everything had moved so fast, and yet this felt so right. I’d been trying to push away the growing feelings I had for him, but it was becoming impossible. I tried to shake my own negative thoughts away.
I turned my head slightly, just enough to see his face. His features were relaxed in sleep, his dark hair slightly tousled, the faintest stubble on his jaw. He looked peaceful. Perfect, even.
But as my gaze softened, I realized I didn’t want to rush this. Whatever this was, I wanted to savor it. To let it unfold, without overthinking or second-guessing. Feeling the weight of his arm around me, his steady presence grounding me in the moment and sending butterflies through me. His warmth surrounded me like a protective cocoon, making me feel completely at ease.
“Morning,” his voice rumbled softly, barely above a whisper, as if he, too, had just woken up. I looked up, meeting his gaze for the first time that morning. His eyes were still heavy with sleep, but there was something else in them now, something deeper, a tenderness that made my chest tighten.
“Morning,” I replied, my voice soft and a little unsure, but not in a bad way.
He smiled, a slow, lazy smile that made my heart do a little flip. His hand gently brushed my hair back from my face, and he tucked a loose strand behind my ear.
“You look beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and sincere. “Want to stay here or go get our girl?”
Our girl.
Anna had stayed the night with her, knowing we would all be out late celebrating. What she didn’t know was that I was here, down the hall, naked and wrapped up in Alexander Wright’s bedsheets. I let out a hum of approval nonetheless.
“Yeah, let’s go get Gia.”
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