“I’m inspired.” His hips settle closer to me.
I wriggle out of my clothes and draw up a knee to give him better access. One side of his face has a pale lavender glow from the speaker, and I know mine does too. Both of us half revealed, half hiding.
Sappy shit isn’t usually my gig, but I can’t resist cupping his jawline with both hands. “You’re awfully pretty.”
“Likewise.”
“Why would you even want to ‘get to know’ me? We’re doing this either way, right?”
“Arewe doing this?”
I sprawl out an arm for one of the remaining condoms on the bedside table. “Hell yeah, I’m game for it.” I tuck it under the pillow behind my head, and my hand rejoins the other in touching Alexander’s face. I run a thumb over his lower lip.
He moves his head to playfully trap my thumb between his teeth for a moment, and I pull back, then give one of his nipples a pinch. There’s a sharp intake of breath as he sucks in a small gasp through his nose. We both make a friendly noise, not quite a laugh. I move my free hand to the back of his neck, ruffling the hair at his nape.
“I want to know you better,” he tells me quietly, “because I’m dead keen and not afraid to admit it.” He moves his cheek to touch mine, but doesn’t kiss me, then pulls back and focuses on my eyes. “I’m growing inordinately fond of you, Salvia officinalis.”
The feeling in my chest goes all elastic and tingly. “Thanks,” I say as offhandedly as possible. “You’re kinda okay too.”
His head drops to my shoulder for a few seconds, and I’mnot sure if he’s laughing at me. He pops back up and slides his cheek against mine again, gradually approaching my lips.
My shoulders stiffen. “Not gonna kiss you,” I assert again.
“I’m well aware.” He sounds a bit pained. “May I ask why?”
“Because you want me to.”
“I do. Very much.” His chin nuzzles my cheek. “But I don’t think that’s why you won’t.”
“Oh, horseshit. I said I was going to torture you, babes.”
“And you are. Properly doing my fuckin’ head in.”
I don’t want to hear whatever he’s going to say next—Ican’t. This is suddenly a lot. Either we need to get down to business or one of us is sleeping on that goddamned chair. I reach under the pillow and whip out the condom, ripping it open with my teeth and jamming a hand between us to get it onto him.
“Stop being all emo and just fuck me, will you?”
He lifts up so I can reach him better, and in case he decides to try some slow, sensitive lovemaking crap, I kick the covers away with one foot so we’re not tangled by them and wrap my legs around him, tilting my pelvis to get him inside me, pushing his lower back with one of my feet so he’ll get the message. He leans into me, pinning me to the mattress with one deep thrust and staying there, moving his hips in a fantastic grinding way that rubs my clit.
“That’s it,” I whisper. “Perfect. Fuck, you’re a great fit…”
He pulls back, nearly all the way out, and with a frustrated whimper I dig my fingers into his muscular ass to draw him close. He thrusts into me again and again, teasing and sliding once we’re joined hard, then pulling back so I arch and pant, desperate to feel every inch of him.
“Yes, yes… fuck yessssss… this is… yes,please…” The words spill out of me.
He leans his weight against me fully, sliding his hands up my arms to grasp my wrists, and the momentary feeling of being gloriously crushed under him is amazing. When he starts moving again, I buck against him in a fever of need, loving how seamlessly we fit together, how intuitively he responds. I don’t know how he knows me so well without knowing me, butdamn… the guy is paying attention, playing my body with quiet command.
Usually I’d be herding myself toward a quick climax, but weirdly I just want to keep doing this. His vocalizations are subtle—tense breaths and fragments of groans—and the sound of it is something I could listen to on repeat. He smells incredible too, a bloom of sweat rising on his skin and supercharging the base scent I already love.
I arch up and almost kiss him, not even thinking, just obeying the hunger in my body. At the last second I realize I’m doing it and twist my arms from his grasp, sitting half up. “Here, let me, uh…” I grab a pillow and flip face down with it under my hips. “Fuck me this way.”
Rather than falling right back on top of me, he palms my ankles and caresses up my legs with teasing slowness. When he gets to my ass, I cock my hips, asking for it. He kneads my ass cheeks, then rubs between my legs in long, slippery passes with his full hand. His fingers settle on my clit.
“Fuckin’ hell. You’re aching to go off, aren’t you?” I widen my legs, practically desperate, and he gives the area a pat with his fingertips. “Are you going to letmefinish too this time?”
“Yes, anything…” I clench my ass and rub my clit against the pillow, looking for relief. “Just fuck me now—hard.”
“Saucy girl, ordering me about.” He cradles my ass in his hands and squeezes again.
