I thought I was going to die from pleasure. It was so good that I wasn’t sure I liked it because it drove me so far beyond the boundaries of control.
He wasn’t acting or trying to be dominant. He owned me…and it was thrilling and liberating and terrifying.
He thrust his fingers into my pussy again, finding my G-spot and grinding against it. I was whimpering, pleading for another orgasm, now a mindless puddle at the mercy of his talented fingers and tongue. I came, unable to recognize anything but the sensation for long moments as it rocked through me.
And still he kept going, riding that orgasm out until it blended with another and then another. My hips were bucking involuntarily against his arms, as though I was trying to escape the intensity of it while my brain could only crest each wave of divine pleasure and demand more.
It felt like he’d melted my bones and my brain with them. I was limp and wanton with pleasure, desperate to make him feel a fraction of what he had just done for me.
He peppered me with tiny little kisses, until I said, “Please, Alex…let me make you feel good too.”
I still couldn’t see, but I could feel him smiling against my lips. That smile. I could see it in my mind, the soft, mischievous one he gave me when he was up to no good.
“Soon,” he replied, with a low chuckle. “My temptress sounds awfully compliant…”
I’d never been this deep in subspace before. I would’ve done anything he asked.
He lay down next to me on the mat and pulled me into his arms.
“Let me hold you for a minute,” he murmured against my hair, kissing my cheek softly. I lifted my arms from under his embrace and he seemed to think I was pulling away, but I just wanted to hold him back, to lace my fingers through his and pull him even tighter against me.
I could feel he was still hard, but he wasn’t making a move to do anything about it.
Could it only have been yesterday that I wouldn’t hold his hand? Now I needed this as much as he did, this connection, skin against skin, feeling both our heartbeats as we simply held each other and breathed. Maybe I’d needed it then too and had just been too scared to admit it, so I’d pushed him away. Now, I’d surrendered to him completely, trusted him wholly, and was going to get my fucking heart broken if I wasn’t careful.
Maybe it was already too late.
I nuzzled into his chest, loosening his hold on me until I could turn around and trace the hard ridges of muscle along his torso with my fingertips, following behind with my lips and tongue.
He groaned when I reached his big, thick cock. “Fair warning, I’m going to come in like five seconds.”
He made it closer to a minute, but who’s counting?
36
Elena
“Good morning, handsome.” I kissed Alex and wrapped my arms around him from behind, holding a blanket around myself.
He turned and pulled me closer, just holding me there without saying anything for a minute.
Goddamn, I was all up in my feelings for this man.
I wasn’t quite ready to begrudgingly admit it, but I’d gotten one of the best nights of sleep of my life. When I told him, I’d have to admit there was something to this whole sleeping under the stars thing. Or it could’ve been the multiple mind-blowing orgasms under the stars.
Alex was already making breakfast. I was delighted to discover he’d somehow used camping wizardry to make me a perfect cup of tea.
“I’m going bouldering.” He pressed little kisses to my forehead, nose, and cheeks. “Come with me?”
“I didn’t bring any clothes that are suitable for wandering around in the dirt. Why don’t I just wait here and you can go have your solitude with the rocks?”
“Here,” he said, handing me a pile of clothes. “They’re mine, but they should work.”
I dropped the blanket onto the table and pulled shorts and a shirt on. They were giant, but Alex was looking at me like he’d never seen anything sexier.
“You’re such an Alpha. You like me in your clothes.”
“Too much,” he confirmed, eyes raking over me.
