Axel pulled back and got to his feet. Reaching for me, he removed my clothes as if he were unwrapping a gift. Every brush of his fingers felt like he was branding me. And I wanted more.
With the barriers between us gone, he lowered himself onto me until we were skin to skin. He started at my mouth and worked his way down. I sifted my fingers through his hair, and he sucked and licked and mouthed, drawing moans and sighs as he worked his way down. I wanted to watch as he lavished the head with his tongue and mouth, but it was too much. “You’re gonna make me come,” I warned.
“Not yet, love. Stay with me.”
He skated his hand down my thigh and under my knee. My pulse picked up again, because I knew what was coming. Since the first night he lit me on fire, Axel had rimmed me many times in our exploration, but never ending with him inside me. Only toys that mimicked what it might feel like to have him. When his mouth went to my opening, my back arched and I moaned. My eyes closed as I got lost in our lovemaking. My inhibitions and doubts floated away with the breeze from how right wewere together. Every inch of my skin was alight with need as he prepared me to take him. It was too much until it wasn’t enough. I needed more and more, climbing higher until I couldn’t take it any longer.
“Baby, please,” I breathed. “I need you.”
Breathing heavily, he looked down at me, his mouth wet from my arousal, and working me open. “You will tell me if it’s too much.”
“Yes, I promise. Just get inside me, please. But no condom. Just you and me. Like we talked about.”
Axel nodded, confirming he remembered our conversation from a while back. “Okay, love. I’ll give you what you want.”
I smiled as he reached for the lube. Popping the top, he drizzled it onto himself as I lightly tugged my erection. He’d worked me so close to the edge that if I wasn’t careful, the lightest touch and watching his hand prepare himself would end us before we began.
Cool fingers found my skin as he worked some inside me. He watched my face, and when my eyes closed from his fingers grazing the sweet bundle of nerves inside me, he stopped. “Try not to come until I tell you to,” he said, lowering himself onto one forearm. His muscles flexed as the tip found my opening. Hot and wet, I sighed as he slipped the head inside.
“I’m okay,” I reassured him with panting breaths. We’d spent hours exploring, so I was confident I could take him. But like the control freak he could be, he left it there, nestled right inside my opening until I groaned. “Please, baby, please.”
Inch by inch, he slipped ever so slowly inside me. Had it been the other way around, I would have lost control long ago. But this is Axel, and he was the epitome of control. “Breathe out, love. I’ve got you.”
And he did. I complied and he entered me until I was impossibly full. I pulled his mouth to mine and kissed him. “Can you move and kiss at the same time?”
One side of his mouth tipped up. “I can do anything for you.”
My love drunk eyes closed as he gave me exactly what I wanted. He eased out, then back in, only breaking our kiss to breathe periodically. When he couldn’t hold back, he reached for me just as his climax neared. Working us both expertly, I moaned from his expert touch as he came, and I followed him over. My release coated my stomach and chest as Axel pumped his hips until he had no more to give. We were sweaty when he lowered himself onto me. The cool ocean breeze sent a shiver over my damp skin as Axel reached back for the sheet. “I wish you could stay inside me,” I said, as he covered us.
“As do I, love.” He kissed me softly as we held one another. “Was that okay?”
Turning him to his back, I met his eyes. “It was everything.”
With another kiss, I lowered my head to his chest as his arms wrapped around me. I’d been right. Axel was worth waiting for. “I love you,” I murmured into his skin.
“I love you, too,” he sighed as sleep found us.
Chapter 24
Axel
I woke early the following morning.
Looking around the villa, I allowed myself to imagine what it would be like if this were every morning. Closing my eyes, I could see it all. Luca would be wrapped around me until I stirred just enough for him to roll over, still asleep. He’d settled back in, clutching his pillow like it were me, before I crept out of bed to start the coffee. The kids would be passed out across the way in their rooms, sleeping late in the summer months, dreading the start of school. When the coffee was ready, I would bring him a cup, made just how he preferred, and place it on the bedside table. I would slide back into bed, the smell of his morning brew and my hands would wake him up. Luca would roll over and smile sleepily, but the minute he opened his eyes and found me, the coffee would be forgotten for another half an hour as we quietly made love. I would swallow his moans and sighs as he rode me, reaching his climax over my chest before I fell apart beneath him.
Reaching for my erection, I took myself in hand. Squeezing the base, I tried not to think about how perfect it had been last night. Everything he’d said echoed in my brain. He loved me, for me. Somehow, his words tore down my walls and left my heartopen for him to walk right in. One look at Luca, and it wouldn’t take long to get there. But evidently I had woken him.
“Axel,” he whispered, his voice thick from sleep. His hand stroked up and down my chest as we looked at one another. Without breaking eye contact, his hand slipped under the sheet. “I want to do it. I want to take care of you the way you take care of me.”
Releasing myself, I whipped the sheet back as he straddled my lap. Taking me in hand, he started slowly with a twisting motion before palming the head. “I want to know what makes you feel good. What makes your breath hitch.” His left hand toyed with my sac, massaging and tugging. “What feels so good that you have to fight for control.” His fingers drifted to my perineum and stroked. “What makes your hands ball into fists,” he said, pressing on my opening, “your jaw clench, and your head to fall back, fighting not to come.” He pressed more, and my legs parted. I wanted him there, but he had me riding an edge. “Your chest heaving as you find your release.”
Clenching my jaw so tightly it ached, I reached for his erection. Mirroring his strokes, his chest rose and fell, his breathing labored, just like mine. Lifting my legs, he rose enough that I could touch his opening. Luca hissed and closed his eyes, whimpering my name on a strangled groan. “Axel.”
With gentle ministrations, I massaged his opening. “Are you sore, love?”
He shook his head. “Don’t care. Just need you.”
I fought with my need for control until I came up with an alternate solution. “You inside me.”
