Page 104 of The Betrothal

“Oh,” I whimpered.

“Hmm.” His eyes were fixed on his hand. He changed his angle so the waistband of my trousers pulled away from my body and he could see more clearly where he massaged my clit.

He withdrew his finger slowly, drawing the moisture up and circling the bundle of nerves.

He watched his hands on me as I now watched his face, enraptured.

His finger pushed back inside, joined by another and I moaned loudly.

He released his hold on me and I stood on unsteady legs, his fingers moving steadily in and out, his palm grinding. I couldn’t move but I also wasn’t going to be able to stand much longer.

Alex pushed my joggers off, watching me intensely. My face, then where his fingers penetrated me, the quiet whimpers coming from my parted lips, the way I clawed at his body.

He undid his jeans with lightning speed, tugging his underwear down just enough to free himself. He pumped his length once and withdrew his fingers from my centre.

I whimpered at the loss but he just chuckled, hooking my knee and lifting it, he stilled only to lock our eyes before driving into me in a single thrust.

My cry was guttural, the stretch of him eased only slightly by my arousal, he slid out, driving straight back in to the hilt.

“Alex,” I rasped, the delicious pressure of him filling me completely had me on the brink of an orgasm.

He rolled his hips catching my clit and dragged my knee higher, opening me up and drawing me onto my tiptoes, until I had no choice but to hang from him.

He shuddered, his eyes never straying from my face. Rolling his hips once more his lips parted with quickening breaths when I whimpered again.

“Alex,” I moaned. “I’m close. It’s–” I stalled when he tilted my hips, the friction pushing me closer. “It’s too soon…” I wanted more.

He smirked, then groaned. The beginnings of my orgasm tore through me, my walls fluttering then clamping down on him.

I shuddered, Alex holding me, caressing me, softly fucking me through it, taking all of my weight when my bones turned to jelly.

“Alex,” I whimpered.

He thrust slowly dragging out the tremors of my climax. “You okay?” he murmured.

I nodded, collapsing into his chest.

“Good.”

He lifted me and I wrapped my legs around him, groaning at the feel of him still inside, still driving into me slowly. Alex backed up, falling into the chair.

He drew his nails slowly over my back sighing. “Lift up for me.”

I rose slowly, the drag of his thick erection over my still sensitive core almost too much for me.

He pushed down his jeans, kicking them clear. Lifting a foil packet to his lips he tore it open with his teeth and dropped the wrapper. Gripping my ass, he dragged my body closer to suck a nipple into his mouth.

“Izzy,” he groaned against my skin.

I dug my hands into his short hair and pressed him against me, earning me a huff before he bit down on the delicate flesh. The sharp pain had me gasping, then writhing as he soothed the sting with his tongue.

Then I was pushed back down onto his waiting cock.

He slid in, and took me in a fierce kiss, beginning to thrust up, fucking into me.

Whimpering and writhing I met him thrust for thrust, clawing his t-shirt over his head until I had access to his rippling torso. Alex worshipped my mouth while I worshipped his body, fingers exploring.

The pinch of his fingers rolling over my clit made me buck into him and I responded by dragging my nails down his skin, making sure to catch the small points of his nipples.