“I like it.” I nip at her earlobe before planting a slew of drugging kisses along her delicate neck.
“Hmm.” A soft moan escapes her lush mouth, and my dick hardens like steel. I move to slide her off my lap, not wanting to make her uncomfortable, when her hands clamp down on my shoulders, holding me in place. Her gorgeous eyes latch on to mine, glistening with arousal. Very carefully and deliberately, she rolls her hips, softly grinding against my erection. A string of curses leaves my lips, as she continues rocking on top of me, while her gaze never leaves mine. “I want you to make me come,” she says, leaning down and licking a path up my neck, and a shiver works its way through me. “And then I want to taste you.”
I have been sleeping in her bed for two weeks, and while we have engaged in some heavy petting, we haven’t taken it further until now. “You know I’m down with that.” I peer into her eyes, noting how green they look today. “Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
“Okay then.” I flip her over until she’s underneath me. “My aim is to please.” We have spoken about sex, and she told me to trust she was comfortable if she asked for something. I know it’s important that she leads this and that I treat her normally, so that means not asking her a million times if she’s okay. But we haven’t tried this since April, and I won’t lie—I’m nervous. This time, I’m going to ensure I’m reading her body language correctly.
“Fingers only?” I inquire, hovering over her, admiring the stunning view. She is laid out underneath me with her hair fanning around her head, looking both innocent and seductive and wholly tempting.
A light blush stains her cheeks. “Your mouth too.”
Precum leaks from my cock, and I’m seconds away from coming like a teenager. I have been dying to do this with her for months, and I can barely control myself. “I love you,” I remind her, like I do daily, because saying it will never get old.
“Love you right back.” Her hands glide up my bare chest. “Now get to work,” she teases with a shy smile.
She’s nervous but determined to be brave, and I will never stop being in awe of this woman. Bending down, I kiss her, gently placing my body over the length of hers but keeping myself propped up by my elbows so I don’t crush her.
“God, I love kissing you,” she says as her hands roam my back. “You were born to kiss, Alesso.”
“I was born to kissyou,” I correct, moving my lips from her mouth, along her jawline, and over to her ear. I worship the sensitive spot there, before trailing my lips even lower and gently sucking on the place where her neck meets her jawline. She shivers, and satisfaction flows through my veins. Slowly, we are learning each other’s tells and turn-ons, and I feel a burst of male pride every time my touch gives her pleasure.
I trail my fingers softly across her breasts through her nightdress, silently fist pumping the air when she doesn’t flinch. Feeling brave, I lean down, watching her reaction carefully as I place a tender kiss to the soft swell of one breast. “So beautiful,” I whisper before planting a similar kiss on the other breast.
“I like that,” she whispers, looking at me like I hung the moon in the sky. “More.” Watching her face, I gently cup one breast and brush my thumb against her nipple. It hardens at my touch, even through the lace, and more precum leaks from my crown. “More,” she rasps, as a rosy blush spreads across her chest and up her neck. Her fingers move to the strap of her nightdress, and she slowly pulls it down, revealing one of her breasts to me for the first time.
“Perfect,” I murmur, lightly rolling my thumb and forefinger back and forth across her nipple, gauging her reaction the entire time. I roll to my side, keeping my hand on her breast while I watch her. I slide the other strap down her shoulder, watching for any sign of discomfort, but all I see is excitement and desire. When her full chest is exposed to me, I cup both breasts, feeling the delicate weight in my hands and the sinful softness of her flesh. “Absolute perfection." Leaning down, I flick my tongue lightly against one nipple and then the other, and she cries out, arching her back and bucking her hips.
“Alesso.” She grips my arm. “I like you touching me there, but I need your fingers inside me. It feels like I’m going to spontaneously combust.”
I won’t torment her, and I will always give her what she needs, so I move down her body, spreading her thighs as I push her nightie up to her waist. Her pretty pink lips are glistening and ready for my fingers and my tongue, and I waste no time diving in. I move one finger, then two, inside her, while my free hand reaches up to caress her tits. The sounds she’s making are the best and worst kind of aphrodisiac, and I have to stop my hips from dry-humping the sheets. When she is good and ready, I lean down and add my tongue and my lips to the mix, constantly maintaining eye contact, to ensure she is okay, as I slowly break down more of her barriers.
Emotion swells inside me when she falls apart with my tongue on her clit and my fingers in her pussy, and watching her orgasm is utterly breath-stealing. I stay with her until she is sated, moving up beside her when her body stops throbbing and pulsing. “Serena.” My voice comes out breathy and needy, and it’s a true depiction of how I feel inside. “Did you like it?”
“Like it?” she croaks, looking up at me with tears in her eyes. “That was unlike any orgasm I have ever given myself. I never knew it could be like that.” Tears rain down her cheeks, but I know these are happy tears. “Why have I been holding back?” she laughs, grabbing my face and kissing me.
In an unexpected move, she pushes me back on the bed and swings her legs over my hips. “I know things are pretty shitty right now and danger is ever present, but I feel so fucking happy I could climb mountains.” Bending her head, she plants a line of drugging kisses all over my chest, and I almost come this time. “I love you,” she whispers, bringing her mouth to mine. She kisses me deeply and passionately, and I get a kick out of knowing she can taste herself on my lips.
When she ends the kiss and leans back, there’s a slightly anxious look on her face. But it’s soon replaced with one of sheer joy as she maneuvers herself down my body. Her fingers grip the waistband of my sweatpants. “Now it’s my turn to give you pleasure.” Her smile is wickedly sinful as I lift my hips so she can pull my pants and boxers down.
My cock springs free, and she stares at it like she wants to eat it whole.
Hell yeah.
Now, we’re talking.
30
ALESSO
“Alessandro!” Ben’s impatient tone yanks me from the scintillating show playing on a loop in my head. “Focus,” he snaps. “You’re acting as distracted as you were last year when you first met Serena.”
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about last night.
Best damn blowjob of my entire life.
Her obvious delight only added to the overall effect, and I love that she gets off on giving me pleasure as much as I do with her.
