We step out of the elevator in a tangle of limbs and laughter, the doors sliding shut behind us as urgent, messy kisses swallow our words.
The living room is dim as Alexander’s hand closes around mine, tugging me forward, but I stop, planting my feet until my spine collides with the cool wall.
“I want you here,” I gasp, my tone filled with need.
My fingers feel useless, fumbling at the button of my trousers, nails snagging on the fabric as desperation makes me clumsy.
He murmurs something fast in Italian, words that feel like a prayer and a curse all at once. His large hand covers mine, halting my frantic movements. My pulse hammers in my ears like a frenzied drum. For a heartbeat, nothing happens... then he pivots me, pressing me flat against the wall. The chill bites into my skin through my clothes; his body behind me is a furnace.
“Is this what you want,tesoro?” he breathes into my ear. The husky timbre vibrates against my skin.
His teeth graze my earlobe, making my knees weak. I moan, breath hitching. “Y-yes.”
The zipper slides down with a hiss. His knuckles brush the sensitive skin of my hip bones as he shoves my trousers down. I step free of one leg, then the other, the air conditioning hitting my bare skin in a rush of goosebumps.
He drops to his knees behind me, reaching for my ankles to slip off one shoe and then the other. Calloused palms trail up my thighs until a possessive squeeze of my ass steals my breath. His mouth begins its torture with damp, open-mouthed kisses along the back of my thigh, his beard dragging deliciously against my smooth skin. He stops at the curve of my ass, scattering small, sharp bites that leave me shaking.
“I could spend days just tasting you,” he murmurs, his voice thick with need.
Then, he licks a hot, wet stripe right along the center, parting my cheeks, pressing his face deeper, drawing a high broken whine from my throat that I can’t suppress.
“Open your legs for me,” he commands, the order hushed and guttural. My body obeys before my mind can even catch up. “Wider.”
I shift, and he clamps his hands on my hips, forcing me to lean further forward, bracing me as he spreads me open until I’m completely exposed. Face against the wall, my heels dig into the cold marble floor, as he pushes my lace panties aside with a feather-light touch.
My knees almost give out the moment his tongue finds my entrance. A broken whimper tears from my throat as he paints a hot, wet line from my center back to my ass.
His fingertip circles the rim, teasingly unhurried. I reach back, burying my fingers into his thick hair, desperate to hold on as small waves of pleasure crash over me. It’s a sensation we’re still exploring, a thrilling edge. I remember the first time he touched me there, the shock of it. But not anymore. This... this is him owning me, in every pleasurable way possible.
I gasp as he pushes past the resistance, sinking his finger inside. The fullness sends jolts through my body, heightening the sensitivity of his tongue as he traces maddening circles over my clit. He pulls back, and then without warning he starts sucking and licking me with an obscene pace.
“Your taste is addictive,” he rasps.
His tongue finds my clit again, devouring me just the way he knows I love it, while his finger keeps a slow, torturous pace.
Then, he stops. Tongue and finger both go still.
“Alexander... don’t stop,” I plead, my voice ragged.
He teases me further: a single flick of his tongue on my clit. “This?” His finger moves in my ass again, taking his sweet time. “Or this?”
“Both. Everything,” I beg, grinding back against him.
He laughs and withdraws his finger, punctuating the loss of contact with a sharp slap to my ass, making my skin sting andburn before he stands. His fully clothed body presses into me, the rugged fabric of his tailored trousers scratching against my sensitive skin.
“I think I want to feel you come on my cock first,” he says, his voice rough.
I turn in his arms to face him. He doesn’t wait. He pushes down one strap of my top, dips his head, and takes my left breast in his mouth. Sucking hard. His fingers dig in, twisting my other nipple to the point of pain.
“Are you going to keep playing with me,” I pant, leaning into his punishing touch, “or are you going to give me what I want?”
His eyes burn with terrifying intensity. He doesn’t answer. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and rips, the ruined fabric falling to the floor. A gasp escapes my throat as he parts my lips and slides a finger deep into my pussy.
“You’re soaked... burning for me. All mine,” he whispers, his nose brushing mine.
Before I can breathe a word, he hoists me up. I lock my legs around his waist, my arms clinging to the breadth of his shoulders as he backs me to the wall.
“Free my cock,” he orders, shifting his grip on my hips.
