My eyes examine his as confusion sets in. “You don’t want me?” I attempt to wrestle out of his grip, but he’s having none of it, keeping his arms banded around me and holding me close.
“I want you so fucking badly, you’re like the air I need to breathe,” he admits without hesitation. “Don’t ever doubt my feelings for you. You are all I see, Serena. The only woman I have ever wanted like this. This isn’t about me. This is about you.” He brushes his lips against mine, inhaling deeply as he pulls his mouth back. “You’ve been drinking and—”
“I’m not drunk,” I blurt, cutting across him. “I’m a little tipsy but fully in control of myself. I…” My cheeks inflame, but I force myself to hold his gaze. “I want you,” I whisper. “You make me feel things I’ve never felt before.”
His features soften into blissful adoration. “Yeah?”
I nod. “Yes. This…” My cheeks darken further. “Intimacy is hard for me, but not with you. I want this in a way I’ve never wanted it before.” His eyes blaze with molten heat and my pussy flushes with liquid need. “Not sex,” I whisper. “I…not yet, but we can do other things, right?” My burst of bravado is floundering the longer we are speaking, and I just want to return to the kissing. To drown in the way he makes me feel.
“Are you really sure?” he asks, tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear. “I don’t want you to do anything you might regret. I can be patient, Serena. I can wait for you for as long as it takes you to be ready, so don’t rush on my account.”
“I’m not.” I press my chest flush against his and tighten my fingers on his biceps. “You make me feel good. I want to feel good.”
“God. You fucking undo me, Rena,” he says, before claiming my lips in a searing-hot kiss I feel all the way to my toes. We are both panting when we break apart a few minutes later. “I’m going to carry you into my room now,” he says before tenderly scooping me up and carting me into his bedroom. Cradling me in his arms, he closes the door with his foot before setting me down on his bed with deliberate tenderness. He sits beside me and cups my face between his large, warm palms. “Where do you want me to touch you?” he asks, a look of complete seriousness on his face.
My face is on fire as I say, “Down there.” With trembling fingers, I take his hand and guide it down over my stomach, placing it between my legs. “Here.”
Leaving his hand on my pussy, he bends down and kisses me before standing. He tugs his shirt out of his pants, grabbing the hem. “Shirt on or off?” he asks, stalling mid-lift.
I wet my suddenly dry mouth. “Off. Always off.”
He sends me a saucy grin, licking his lush lips as he slowly removes his shirt and tosses it across the arm of the club chair in the corner.
A shirtless Alesso is truly a sight to behold. My God, he is ripped and utterly gorgeous. It’s as if the gods carved him from precious material, sculpting and perfecting every inch of his delectable torso. His broad shoulders give way to a toned chest and an impressive six-pack, and I don’t even care that I’m drooling. He is the most beautiful man I have ever seen, and I can’t believe I’m here with him in this moment. Noticing my slack jaw and panting chest, he waggles his brows, his grin expanding. Then he moves to the end of the bed, kneeling on it with one knee. His hands gravitate to my boots. “I love these, but I’d like to take them off. I want to run my hands over your legs.”
I nod over the messy ball of emotion clogging my throat. My heart is slamming against my rib cage, and every nerve ending in my body is primed for his touch.
“Someday, I want you to wear these when we make love.” His eyes spear into mine. “Wearing only these,” he clarifies, and the image he conjures awakens something primal inside me.
“Touch me. Please, Alesso,” I beseech, arching my spine and lifting my pelvis. “I need.Need.” I can’t even continue my sentence because the intensity of the ache throbbing at the apex of my thighs has rendered me speechless.
He watches my reaction carefully as his fingers move to the zipper on one boot. No one has ever treated me with so much reverence and respect, and I almost cry. I urge him to hurry with my eyes. But he takes his time unzipping one boot and then the other, carefully placing them on the carpeted floor. Then he pushes my legs apart and kneels in between them. Keeping his eyes locked on mine, he slowly begins moving his hands up my legs, taking the time to map out every curve as his fingers trace slowly and carefully up my legs.
18
SERENA
Iam barely breathing. My body is locked up tight in anticipation, and it feels like I could die from pleasure, and he’s not even touching me intimately yet. His fingers dance along my overheated flesh, and I feel it everywhere. It’s like his fingers are electrically charged, and every touch ignites a spark inside me. My pussy clenches and unclenches, like a greedy shrew, as his hands glide closer to where I need him.
At the same time, I’m battling the anxiety lingering on the edge of my need, ready to take charge and force me to get lost in my head if I lose focus. I’m not about to let that happen, so I concentrate on breathing evenly and absorbing the feel of his hands on my skin.
“Do you trust me?” he asks, stalling his large palms midway up my thighs.
“I do,” I reply without hesitation because it’s the truth.
“If I do anything you don’t like, you need to tell me. I will be gentle, but the second you’re not enjoying this, we stop. Okay?”
Tears stab my eyes again, and my body shakes with powerful emotion. “Okay.” My voice trembles. “I will tell you to stop if I need you to.” I sense renewed reticence as he scrutinizes my clearly emotional face. “I want this,” I remind him. “I love the feel of your hands on me.”
“Good.” The lines on his brow smooth out. “What about my mouth and my tongue?” He tilts his head as his hands start moving again. “Do you want me to use those on your pussy?”
Red heat floods my body at his words and the thought of his mouth on me down there. Alfredo never did that, but—I stop that train of thought before it derails me and ruins the moment. I want that with Alesso, but it seems so intimate, and this is all new, and I know I need baby steps. “Just your fingers,” I whisper, and he nods.
“Keep looking at me,” he says as my gaze lifts to the ceiling. “I need to look at you to know you are enjoying this.”
A fresh wave of nerves fire at me when his fingers brush over my vagina through my lace panties. “You are so beautiful, Serena. Your legs are the stuff of dreams. Your body the ammunition for all my fantasies.” He speaks in dulcet tones as his fingers sweep back and forth across the front of my panties. His other hand slides up and down my inner thigh in feather-like strokes, which helps to relax me. “That’s it, my angel. I’m going to make you feel so good,” he says, slipping his hand under my panties and cupping my sex.
My chest seizes and I stop breathing. His hand remains still, giving me a minute to get used to his touch down there. “Do you want me to stop?” He peers deep into my eyes.
