“Very coordinated,” I say.
The sound of his laugh is rich and warm against my cheek. “I’ve got skills, baby.”
Alex kneels at my feet to untie my boots, tapping each leg when he wants me to take them off. The intimate move catches me off guard until he rises to his full height. He removes my glasses with tender care and folds them for me, setting them aside.
Then he gives me another languid kiss. I chase his lips when he pulls away. His amused rumble triggers a sensual twist low in my stomach.
“Don’t forget what I said. If you want a kiss,” he says in a playful tone. “Just ask, baby.”
My cheeks prickle. “I—kissing you is nice.”
I’ve fantasized about it so much in the last week, but my imagination doesn’t do Alex Keller justice. The way he kisses and touches me sets my entire body ablaze. I never dreamed I’d actually be kissing him.
Eyes gleaming, he reaches behind his head to tug off his hoodie and t-shirt, baring his sculpted muscles.
“Other parts of me are nice, too.”
He takes my hand with a smirk and presses it to his chest, encouraging me to touch him. I lick my lips, skating my palm over the hard planes of his body while he pops the button on my jeans, guiding me to step out of them. His fingertips drag up my thigh as he kisses my throat.
Despite my oversized sweater, I feel like I’m standing naked before him with my legs exposed, as if the rush of desire throbbing in my core is on display. There’s no way I’m stopping him, though. Wherever this is going, I want it.
For once I’m going to be like the heroines in my books, in charge of my own story.
With gentle movements, he coaxes me to my bed, crawling over me.
“I want to see all of you,” he says against my neck.
His hands delve beneath my sweater again, caressing my body while he maps it with scorching kisses, settling between my legs as he works his way lower.
All of it feels incredible.
Will it still feel this good when he enters me? The stray thought snags my attention.
I’ve tried it once with a toy I keep hidden in my bottom drawer, then stuck to my usual vibrator on my clit technique because it wastight. All the other girls he’s used to being with know what they’re doing.
As he kisses every inch of skin he exposes, I close my eyes. “I—I’ve never, um…”
Alex pauses long enough that I crack my eyes open. My breath hitches. He stares up the length of my body with a smoldering gaze, broad shoulders keeping my thighs spread apart to accommodate him.
“Never what, baby?”
He kisses right above my panty line, kneading my hips when my belly concaves. He continues, asking questions as his lips brush a trail along my inner thigh, closer and closer to my aching core that’s begging for him.
“Never been tasted?” With each kiss, his eyes flick back to mine, glinting with primal heat. “Never had your sweet pussy touched, stroked, filled until you come so good it makes you want to cry? Never been fucked?”
“All of it,” I admit hoarsely.
He studies me for the span of several heartbeats. The weight of it doesn’t make me feel self-conscious about being inexperienced. With a burst of courage, I sit up and peel my sweater all the way off, flinging it aside. I ditch my bra next.
“Oh, fuck,” he rasps. “Look at me, sweetheart.”
I gulp, meeting his piercing eyes again. My face is on fire.
The corner of his mouth lifts, slow and devastating. “I’m going to make you feel so fucking good, baby.”
He splays a hand on my stomach and encourages me to lay down. Holding my gaze, he dips his head to mouth at me through my underwear, rumbling in satisfaction when I gasp and squirm.
“I love that I’m the first to see you like this. First to taste you when you come.”
