“Want me to warm you up?” I smirked.
“Gross.” She glared halfheartedly. I leaned in and crashed my lips onto hers. I could kiss her for hours, weeks, years. I would never get tired of it. Her hands wrapped around my neck and into my hair. Before I knew it, she was dragging me to our hotel room.
35
LUCIA
Alexander kissed me like he’d spent too long holding back and couldn’t stand it anymore. His lips are demanding. I sighed against him, the sound swallowed by the heat of his kiss. His grip tangled in my hair, gently pulling just enough to make my head tilt back. The shift deepened the kiss, and his tongue stroked into my mouth, a shiver racing along my skin.
There was no hesitation, just raw, unfiltered need. The pressure of his lips, the way he held me like I might slip away if he let go, was intoxicating. Sparks of pleasure rippled through me, and when I lightly sucked on his tongue, he groaned, low and guttural, like he was coming undone.
It was messy, consuming, and absolutely everything.
My hand came up to the hem of his T-shirt, pushing it up to tell him I wanted it off. I felt him smirk under my lips.
“So bossy.” His voice was gravelly, his breath on my lips. Our eyes met and that mischievous glint was back. He pulled back for only a moment, reached one hand back, and pulled off his shirt in an easy motion. Alexander might be lean, like any other Formula One driver, but he was pure lean muscle. I palmed down his chest and abs. I tried not to blush at the sight, him laying himself bare for me, making my heart race a million miles a minute. He leaned back to me, the ghost of a touch on my chin, tipping my head up toward him. Every time he did it, I swore a part of me screamed inside; it made my heart beat, and the swarm of butterflies in my belly erupt. It was everything.
Our kisses slowed down. I savored them. I savored our time alone like this, even if it was us sneaking away from the beach while Gianna was with her uncle. This time felt golden; I wanted to keep it, bottle it, and have it with me always.
He pulled off my beach cover-up, only the string bikini in his way now.
“What do you want?” he said between kisses. I loved the way he asked, checked in with little looks, words, or nods to me, putting me first in a way no one had ever done before.
“You,” I whispered gently. His hand traveled down my body, making my brain fog at the need washing over me. He smirked and let his hands roam, a palm taking a breast in his hand before he removed his lips from mine. He pushed the thin fabric to the side and teased me, moving to the next before reaching and untying the bikini, plucking it off my body. I let out an involuntary gasp. His hands continued to roam so slowly, mapping out every curve of my body, squeezing gently when he caressed my hips.
“Hmm.” His voice was so deep, so rough, it sent chills coursing through me. The corner of his mouth tipped up, but his eyes were dark, like he was enjoying torturing me like this. A hand dragged down my stomach slowly, so close to where I needed him. He kissed me again, his nose nudging mine, then kissed my neck, then my collarbone.
“Does this feel good, angel?” I nodded. “You want this?” He barely dragged a finger over the material covering my sensitive clit, making me shiver. I nodded again, hands tensing on his broad chest. His eyebrow cocked up.
“Please,” I gasped out, absolutely at his mercy.
“Good girl.” He stared down at me, searching my face as he moved my bikini aside and stroked his long fingers over me, circling my clit. I pressed my lips together to hold in a moan as he glided over my sensitive nerves. I was breathing hard as he dipped one finger inside me, then the next.
“Fuck,” he muttered, and my eyes fell closed at the delicious, tight feeling. “So fucking wet for me, Luce. This is all for me?” I nodded, my eyes closing and head falling back before a hand clasped at my chin, sending shivers down my spine.
“Eyes on me, angel,” he whispered. I bit my lip, swallowing a moan, which earned me a look.
“I want to hear it,” he said, pulling my lip down with his thumb. I gasped at the gesture. He stopped moving and I let out a groan of disapproval, desperately wanting him to move again. He shook his head.
“I want to hear it,” he said again. I nodded slowly, keeping my eyes on him as he pumped his fingers, in and out slowly, making me squirm.
“Alexander.” My voice was scratchy, coming out like a beg. I was a mess, needing and wanting him.
More, more, more,my mind chants. As if he could hear me, he picked up the pace. Faster, until he was pounding into me with three fingers, curling up and hitting the just right spot to make me see stars. I swear this man had magic in his fingers. I had always been self-conscious about having a hard time orgasming, but Alexander had blown that out of the water. Obviously that wasn’t a me problem if the man knew what he was doing. And Alexander Wright knew exactly what he was doing. His thumb hit my clit, circling again, teasing enough to send me over the edge as he pumped in and out and I felt the pressure building, felt myself go breathless.
“That’s right,” he said as I let out a cry. “Ride it out, angel.” My breath came in short little gasps, my eyes rolling back.
“I’m-I,” I stuttered out.
“Come for me, angel. Come for me.” Warmth wrapped around me as I found my release. He kept moving, letting me ride it out. When I was breathless and spent, he pulled out and a contented smirk looked down at me.
“Damn, angel,” he murmured.
“Mm-hm,” I agreed. He leaned down, peppering sweet kisses along my neck and up my cheek before finding my lips again. He kissed me softly, and I melted again.
“I like when you call me that,” I said, ducking my head and blushing. It was new territory to speak up during sex for me. But Alexander encouraged it, wanted to hear my thoughts, what I liked and didn’t like.
“Good,” he replied with a kiss. “Because you’re my angel.” My heart stuttered and I sighed, leaning down and kissing him back, then I found myself climbing on top of him. I layered his stomach in kisses, slowly dragging myself down his body. He groaned in response and I felt satisfaction and excitement fly through me. I liked this, feeling in control and making him feel good. I reached out and grabbed his hard cock through the fabric of his swim trunks. His short swim trunks that made me want to climb him like a tree when he joined us on the beach.
