“That wasn’t thenopart,” I said, my voice husky as his gaze caught mine. “You’ve already got all yeses from me. I just don’t like that you want to fall asleep without…”
Alex settled back down next to me. His body pressed close to my side as his fingertips trailed up my thigh. He propped himself up on his elbow, his face inches above my own as he started drawing these maddening circles higher and higher but didn’t go any further.
“You don’t like that I’m going to fall asleep without, what, coming?” he said it so easily, like it was the most natural thing in the word to be talking about.
My eyes flew wide open, but then I nodded, my lips parting and my breathing coming in pants. I looked up at him, his fingertips making me burn with need. “It just doesn’t seem fair.”
“It’s probably not,” he murmured, finally moving his hand a little closer to where I needed it so badly. “But that doesn’t matter, Killer. It’s where we’re at tonight. Now just relax for me, okay?”
I shook my head, but I was practically squirming at this point, my legs spreading a little wider to encourage him as I rolled my lips into my mouth. Alex’s gaze swept across my face in the dark, his head moving down just a little before he whispered against my ear.
“The next time I come, it’s going to be right here.” He finally moved his hand up, his fingers sliding through my wet folds and making me forget all about not wanting to make embarrassing noises. As soon as I felt his skin against mine, I yelped, my hips bucking for more. Alex groaned, his eyes screwing tightly shut. “Fuck, Jane. It’s going to be worth the wait.”
I wanted to keep arguing. Really. This seemed silly to me, torturing himself when I could feel how hard he was. The evidence of his arousal was pressed tight against my thigh, for heaven’s sake, the fabric of his sweats even slightly damp.
But as he moved his fingers up and down my slit, sliding the pad of his thumb around my aching clit, I just couldn’t remember how to formulate the argument I knew I wanted to have. Instead, I did exactly what he’d said and relaxed, letting him kiss me as he explored my body, adjusting his speed and pressure until he knew exactly what made me moan and what made me tremble.
He was a quick study. I’d give him that. I’d had this body for thirty years and I’d never managed to make it feel as good as he did. It took him only a few minutes to know precisely where and how to touch me to make my toes curl, and when he started talking again, his voice a throaty, harsh murmur against my ear, I knew I didn’t stand a chance.
“I can’t wait to get inside you,” he said. “Shit, Jane. You’re so wet. I’m never going to get enough of you. I bet you’re going to feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock.”
I actually whimpered, my hips rocking into his hand until I was practically riding it. I didn’t even care, though. The orgasmwas already building, so close that I could almost touch it, and when he slid one of his long fingers inside, hooking it just so while his thumb kept gliding over my clit, I exploded.
It crashed into me with such spectacular glory that I actually screamed, bucking against him with zero inhibitions, and before it was even fully over, I barely felt him shift before his head was between my legs. Half-formed protests died somewhere in my brain when his tongue flicked out and licked through me, hungrily lapping me up like he intended on going somewhere with this.
At first, I thought it was just some kinky, wanting to taste me thing, but when he didn’t stop, his fingers joining his mouth, I almost thought he was crazy. Almost, but not quite, because the guy really knew what he was doing down there.
It had never happened to me before. Back-to-back orgasms always eluded me when I’d tried this myself and I simply ended up frustrated, but under his gentle, patient attention, I felt the first wisps of another orgasm sliding through my insides much faster than I’d have thought possible.
“Alex,” I moaned, writhing against his face when he didn’t stop. “I can’t…”
“You don’t have to, Jane,” he murmured against my core, blowing cool air across my overheated skin. “Just relax, Killer. There’s no pressure. We’re just having fun.”
As if the reassurance that he didn’t expect anything to happen made it happen, I suddenly felt my muscles tightening again. My hands flew to his head, my fingers grappling for something to hang onto as I tumbled head first into another mind-shattering orgasm.
I lay there panting hard after, desperate to return the favor, but Alex pressed gentle kisses against my skin as he crawled back up the bed. Then he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against his chest. With my head resting under hischin, I fit against him like a puzzle piece and he stroked my arm absentmindedly, back and forth, a steady rhythm that made my eyelids heavy.
“Are you okay?” he asked quietly.
“I’m perfect,” I whispered breathlessly, my mouth and throat too dry to talk. “Are you, though?”
He chuckled, a husky sound that ran into a groan. I felt his heart hammering against my back, his cock so hard against my ass that it had to be painful, but he didn’t move at all. “No, but I will be. Sleep now, Killer. I’ll still be here in the morning.”
The storm raged on outside, the wind rattling the windows and snow piling up against the glass, but lying in his arms like this felt like we’d been sealed off from the world, stepping into a pocket of time that didn’t belong to anyone else.
“I don’t usually do this,” I admitted after a moment, when my body had calmed down enough to hand the reins back over to my head.
“Sleep?” he asked.
“Let myself be…” I said sleepily. “Be… whatever this is.”
His arm tightened around me just slightly. “Me neither.”
We lay there in silence for a while, the tension of the past weeks finally easing its grip. Somewhere between the storm, the spectacular orgasms, and his steady warmth, I drifted to sleep, but the last thing I registered was him pressing a soft kiss to the top of my head and murmuring, “I’ve got you, Killer. Whatever we’re letting ourselves be now, I’ve got you.”
CHAPTER 26
ALEX
