Her eyebrows raised, and he noticed the small bob making a way down in her throat. “You’ve noticed… all that?”
He could also tell her about her the sweet way she didn’t make him feel like an oddball when she mentioned current musical groups, and sometimes even downplayed things so he wouldn’t feel like he was a relic. Or how she trusted him, foolishly or not, to give him her virginity, to make her come, to share that sexy body of hers. “That’s only a small percentage of all I’ve noticed. You’re the most—”
She lunged toward him, pulling him by his collar, and he dipped his head.
A carousel of unrestrained emotions moved through her. Her heart bled into her veins, the liquid running hot and thick. She could almost hear a buzzing sound in her ears. Knees buckling, she grabbed him and coaxed him into lowering his lips over her, after they shared a glance so full of tenderness, she felt dizzy and warm.
She’d given him her virginity a week ago, but tonight, he gave her something else—he gave her hope. Had he heard the way he talked about her, the tenderness in his words, the pang of affection in his voice? He cared for her, and she felt the same way.
Alyssa touched his neck, enjoying the feel of his warm skin beneath her palm.
“Alyssa…” he groaned against her lips. There was a note of raw urgency in his voice, like he clung to the last shred of control.
He pulled her to him, and she caressed his chest, his hard, strong, linebacker type of chest. He picked her up from the floor, and in one fluid move, hooked his hands under her ass.
She wrapped her legs around him, moaning, so fucking turned on.
When he entered the bedroom, he must have nearly stumbled on something on the floor, so that he bumped her against the wall. She let out a hearty chuckle. “Be careful, old man,” she said with a tone of amusement and hoped he wouldn’t be offended. After all, there was nothing old about him… he was sexy, tight, and big.
He nipped her ear. “I’ll show you what this old man is made of, sweet girl.”
I can’t wait. She moaned as he lowered her upright until her feet touched the ground.
She got on her tiptoes to kiss him, but he ducked away, and turned her around, then pulled her to him. The moment her hips slammed into his, she gasped. He tugged at her hair, coaxing her head back, and it was like someone lit a match in her body.
Every little part of hers was on high alert, like a skilled spy in a dangerous mission. Or perhaps he was the skilled spy, and she was the dangerous mission.
The instant he breathed on her neck, she nearly fell back on him. She inhaled his scent too, his masculine, woodsy fragrance with notes of bamboo and vanilla. He nipped her neck, then latched on her skin, and she squirmed against him, her body, her heart already wanting more from this man.
He swatted her ass, and thrills ran up her spine. She could feel her panties drenching wet already, her cream slicking her folds.
“You’re a hot little one, aren’t you?” he whispered, his words like a banquet to a starved woman. “I bet you’re wet already,” he said, then hiked up her skirt, and inserted his fingers in her underwear, not taking long to slide a couple into her pussy. She ground, moaning, her libido already threatening high. He let go a mocking chuckle. “Oh yes. My girl is fucking soaked, ready to be fucked. Aren’t you?” he said, then with his other hand, roughly cupped her breast.
“Y-yes,” she said, finding it hard to speak. Her nipples hardened like tips of a diamond, her strangled breath already making her chest fall and rise too quickly.
With a sexy growl, he worked her pussy, parting her folds with his fingers, then running his thumb over her clit, just enough—not like he’d done before, when he flicked it without mercy. Now, he teased, and each time little charges of desire spread through her and amplified her agony.
Damn.
“You like this, huh?” he asked, the blatant arrogance dripping from his voice.
How could she deny it? She nodded. She guessed this is how he got back at her for calling him an old man, and she had to admit there were worse ways to redeem herself. He added one more finger and slammed all three digits in her pussy, all the way to the hilt, and the air was sucked from her lungs. More moans followed, and she squirmed, undulating her hips, riding his hand in hopes of getting rid of that pressure building deep in her core. “Knox… please…”
“Please what?” he asked, his voice husky.
“Fuck me.”
He jerked his hand from inside her, and she quivered, confused. Her shoulders dropped a notch, a twinge of disappointment poking her heart. What the hell? What did just—
Swiftly, he turned her around and pushed her to the bed, coaxing her to lay on the mattress, and positioned himself in between her legs. Once again, she trembled in anticipation, flames of heat blowing beneath her skin, making every little part of her achingly needy for him.
If he told her she was on a rollercoaster, she would have believed him—the highs and lows of his touch and the absence of it evoked in her were epic. He came down on her cunt with a vengeance, his tongue swirling between her folds, aggressively, like she was a delicious dish for a man who had been denied any food for too long.
She lifted her hips, giving herself to him, already making all kinds of throaty whimpering noises that she hoped he found sexy. If he continued like this, she’d come—and it wouldn’t be soon enough.
“Yes. Oh, yes. You’re driving me crazy,” she said, thrashing her head from side to side, finding it impossible to keep still.
He sucked her clit, and she mewled.
