17
Savannah
Now that I know it’s actually going to happen, the idea of having sex with Alex is beyond overwhelming. It’s been a year since I was intimate with a man. A long, lonely year. And he…well, he’s Alex. He’s more than just the sexy, arrogant swimmer I thought he was when we first met. He’s intelligent, he’s chivalrous, and he’s got a sensitive side that I am just now starting to see. First the way he was around Gianni, warm and friendly, then what he said about his parents. There are hidden depths to this man. And I want to unearth them all.
But right now, my priority is getting to know him sexually.
I lead him up the stairs to my apartment, injecting an extra sway to my walk. I may not wear heels often, but when I do, I know how to rock them.
The second the door to my apartment closes, the sparks that are always jumping between us blaze into an inferno. I expect him to rush things; to strip my clothes off of me and take me right here in the entryway. But he doesn’t. Alex looks at me, a heady glint in his eyes. Slowly, he slides off his jacket and unbuttons his shirt. With every inch of skin he reveals, my pulse races and my legs grow shaky. I move to take my shoes off.
“Leave them on.”
Oh.Oh.
He peels off his shirt slowly, then reaches for the buckle of his belt. I reach out with my hand and hesitate, forcing myself to lift my eyes to meet his.
“Can I…”
The smirk he gives me is the only answer I need. I step forward, digging deep to find my inner vixen, and take care of his belt, then the button and zipper on his pants. My eyes are glued to what I’m doing, or rather, what I’m revealing. I can see Alex’s hands fisted at his sides, and it thrills me that he seems to have to fight himself not to touch me. ButGod,do I want him to touch me. I push his pants down, but they get caught on his shoes, causing him to frown.
“Damn.” His curse breaks the tension, and I giggle.
“Maybe leaving shoes on isn’t such a good idea?” I tease, and he glares at me.
“Your shoes, on. Mine, off.” The words come out in a growl as he bends down and quickly shucks his shoes and socks. Then he’s back, standing in front of me, wearing nothing but a tight pair of black boxer briefs. It’s no more or less fabric than what he wears at the pool, yet it feels far more intimate and erotic. Perhaps because I’m allowed to look, to touch, to taste.
His hands draw a slow line up from my hips to my shoulders before sliding to the nape of my neck. He bends down and kisses my skin softly where my shoulder meets my neck as his hands find my zipper and pull it down. He’s agonizingly slow and gentle in his actions, and it stokes my arousal to a fever pitch.
“Alex, I need…”
“I know what you need, love. Be patient.” The vibration from his voice rumbling against my skin makes me shiver. He pulls down the straps of my dress, revealing the purple lingerie set he asked me to wear. His eyes dart up to mine and the hunger I see there, I know is reflected in my own gaze.
He eases the dress all the way off and kneels to help me to step out of it. But instead of standing back up, he stays there and lets his hands and his mouth create a path of goosebumps up my leg, over my hip, and grazes across my stomach.
Uncontrollable noises of need escape me, and I sag against the wall behind me as his tongue circles my belly button. I’m desperate for him.
His fingers finally slide under the edge of my soaked panties and he pulls them down my legs, tossing them behind him. I’m bare to him, but his low growl of appreciation takes away any fears. I cry out when his tongue swipes up my sex, and my hands clench his shoulders tightly.
“Fuck, you taste sweet, Savannah. I’m starved for you.”
I moan. I’m completely incapable of forming words as he consumes me, his tongue flicking across my clit. His hands are gripping my hips so tightly I’ll have fingerprint bruises there in the morning, I’m sure. And I don’t care. He’s destroying me with his mouth, thrusting in and out in shallow movements, and alternately clamping his mouth over my entire sex and sucking. He lifts one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me to him fully. Over and over his tongue swipes up and down, swirling around my clit until I’m panting and grabbing his hair as my control slips. I had no idea I could orgasm this quickly, but after a few short minutes, I can feel the crescendo of my release climbing. I start to whimper from the intensity, but Alex doesn’t let up. If anything, he takes my body’s responses as motivation and goes harder with his assault. I start to convulse as my orgasm takes over.
“Yes. Oh God yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. ALEX. YES.” I scream out his name and my hands are grasping at his hair, hard enough to make him groan against my sex as I come. Those vibrations take me even higher in a second peak of release. He laps at me until I slump down, his hands guiding me down to the floor.
When I finally open my eyes and return to reality, Alex is gently stroking my arms up and down, a satisfied smirk on his face.
“You look like the cat who got the cream,” I blurt out. He freezes for a second before tipping his head back with a loud laugh.
“I’m no cat, but I certainly got the cream,” he replies when he eventually gets control of his amusement. “That was incredible. Your body, the way you respond to me. Fuck. It’s every man’s dream.”
His compliment makes me blush. I’ve never had a man speak to me like that. It gives me the courage to push him down to the floor and straddle his hips. His cock is rigid, but still confined by his underwear. I lean down, and let my lace covered breasts rub back and forth on his chest.
“Any other dreams you want to come true?” I ask in what I hope is a sultry voice. Judging by the way his eyes darken, I think I’m successful.
“Absolutely. But not here on the floor.”
Somehow, he manages to stand up and lift me into the cradle of his arms gracefully and swiftly. He presses a kiss to my forehead, before heading down the short hall that leads to my bedroom. The random thought that I’m glad I put fresh sheets on the bed comes to me, but then my mind blanks as Alex lays me down, then climbs over me. With his strong arms framing my face, and his torso barely grazing mine, he bends down to kiss the swell of my breasts, and I’m seized with desperation to have his mouth on my nipples. I arch up and undo my bra before taking it off and tossing it to the side.
