I watched as his fingers slid beneath the damp material and gasped as I felt the roughened pads of his fingertips stroke my folds. His touch glided easily coated with my arousal. He rubbed, pressed, and teased my sex mercilessly until I was begging him for more. The pressure and ache that his teasing induced in me was growing with each second that passed.
“Please.” My hand gripped his muscular forearm as I ground my hips into his touch. Finally, he relented and moved his magic fingers up to my neediest spot. At first, he continued his seductive torture and traced around my clit, not actually making contact with it. Once, twice, then finally his finger brushed across my beaded nub and an eruption of bliss burst through me.
Keeping his rhythm and pressure steady, he flicked my pleasure button bringing me to a cataclysmic release. I felt like I was falling, and if I was with anyone else, I would have been terrified. But with Alex, all I felt was safe. I knew that he would catch me and I could let myself go completely.
My eyes closed and I leaned my head back against him. I absorbed his strength, his security, his protection. Or maybe I was just projecting what I wished I could feel from him. In that moment, it didn’t matter. That’s what I felt.
Before my climax was over, in a fluid motion, he flipped me around so that I was straddling him. My eyelids flew open and the look in his tender gaze had me holding my breath, scared that if I even exhaled it would break the spell that his stare was holding us in.
There was something different in his eyes, and it took me a moment to figure out what it was. There was no pain. No guilt. He was present, fully, in this moment. It was breathtaking and raw and real.
His eyes followed his hand and I felt it slide along my shoulder and down my arm. Then he moved his hands behind me and the air hit my bare skin of my ass as he unzipped my dress. I lifted my hands as he pulled the material up and over my head. When I lowered my arms at my side I waited to feel shy or embarrassed. I was topless, perched on his lap, on a rooftop deck that may or may not be visible to neighbors, although I didn’t notice any windows that had a vantage point.
But all I felt was connected to Alex. Nothing else, no one else existed in this time and space. Just the two of us. Not the past. Not the future. Just right now.
Our breaths were both coming in labored pants as I lifted my hands and began unbuttoning his shirt. His hands ran up and down my bare thighs that were trembling in aftershocks. As I tugged his shirt out of his pants, he slid his hands and cupped my breasts. His forefingers and thumbs pinched my nipples sending a shockwave of bliss exploding in my core.
As good as it felt to be touched by him, I wanted him to be as naked as I was. That meant he had to release his hold on me as I tugged his shirt off his arms, which he did.
Once he was bare from the waist up, he wasted no time reaching out again turning his attention back to my naked chest. His hands cupped me as his mouth clamped down on first my right then left nipple. The suction of his tongue and lips enveloped me with tingles as he took long draws of each of my extended nubs. He teased them with his tongue and teeth as his hands kneaded my fleshy mounds.
Not able to keep my hands to myself, they roamed up and down Alex’s bare back. His skin felt hot to the touch. Waves of heat radiated off him and I couldn’t get close enough to him.
He lavished attention on my breasts, his tongue licking me, his teeth nibbling on me, and his mouth sucking me. As good as it felt, I needed more. My inner walls pulsed with anticipation. I rolled my hips against his erection as my fingernails dug into his shoulder blades.
His teeth bit down a little harder than they had and the sensation shot like an arrow of pleasure straight between my legs. I cried out as my head fell back.
“What do you want? Tell me?”
“I want you…” I panted. “I want you inside of me.”
“Is that all?”
I lifted my head and looked in his eyes. “I want you inside of me, fucking me.”
His nostrils flared and his jaw tensed.
“Undo my pants,” he instructed harshly.
My hands were shaking as I reached between our bodies and unbuttoned his slacks. His chest was rising and falling in labored breaths. I glanced up at him and saw that he was watching me as I worked the zipper down.
“Now take out my cock.”
Hearing him say the word cock sent a whirlwind of pleasure whipping through me. I felt my panties get even wetter as I reached into his boxer briefs. The moment my fingers grazed the silky taut skin of his erection, it jerked in response. I loved that he was just as anxious as I was to be inside me.
My hand wrapped around his pulsing, heavy shaft and I pulled it out. When I did my fingers automatically squeezed around it. His fingers dug into my thighs and he sucked in a sharp breath.
I worked my hand up and down in two strokes before he roughly commanded, “Sit on me.”
I swallowed over a lump of lust that was clogging my throat. Alex had told me the first time that we were together that he liked to be in complete control. I loved that side of him.
In my business I had to make a million decisions every day. Well, not a million, but a lot. I was the one that was in charge. The boss. I loved that being with Alex, I felt completely taken care of. I didn’t have to think. All I had to do was feel.
