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I laugh and arch my eyebrows. “You could say that. It’s what I signed up for, after all.”
“As long as you’re pleased,” he says.
My body was feeling a lot more than pleased.
He shifts closer to me in the back seat and whispers in my ear. “This is only the beginning.”
When we fall into bed, I still want him. Despite the crazy orgasm in the club—or maybe because of it—I’m still horny. I feel the need to be filled up.
“You sure?” he checks.
I nod. “Just … slow and vanilla, please.” Just regular, deep, satisfying sex. It’s all I can handle.
“Yes, ma’am,” he replies. “Happy to oblige.”
No fingers, no tongues, no … foreign objects. I just crave his big warm cock inside me.
Alistair needs no further encouragement. He slides slowly into me, stopping at the first inch to kiss me, then pushes in further, all the way.
I sigh in relief and pleasure. He always feels so fucking good inside me.
He makes a growling sound. “I can’t get enough of you, Ivy.”
Alistair starts moving in and out, achingly slowly.
Head back, I groan. “So … fucking … good.”
His weight on me, his rhythm, it’s everything I want. I’d do anything for this, anything for him.
Somehow his pelvis is pressing on my clit as he moves, back and forth, back and forth as he slowly fucks me. It feels so goddamn good. Pleasure is rushing to my pussy again.
I can’t stand it. I need him deeper.
“More,” I plead. “Deeper.”
I look into his eyes for a split second and see them burning.
He hoists my right knee up and pushes it into my shoulder so that my pussy is wide open for him. The next thrust is pure pleasure, so hot and deep that I cry out.
He grabs my head, reads my expression. “Yes?”
I’m a whimpering mess, nodding. “Yes-yes-yes.”
Alistair starts pounding into me, so hard and all-consuming that I think I might die.
“Yes! Don’t stop,” I moan, which makes him go faster, and goddamn it, I’m going to come again. Alistair can feel it. He guides my hand to my clit while he traps my other hand above my head. I touch myself, so wet and hungry, as he keeps hammering into me.
I can hear by the way he draws in a hiss of breath that he’s about to come. It’s so hot. He’s so fucking magnificent. He’s a masterpiece. I want to watch his face as he comes.
I moan and writhe, wanting him to climax, but he’s waiting for me. He squeezes my wrist above my head and opens his jaw as if he’ll swallow me whole. I clench my thigh muscles and my pelvic floor, clasping his cock inside me, and as he rocks into me one final time, we both come so fucking hard that the bed vibrates.
If that was vanilla … I think as I drift to sleep, more satisfied than I’ve ever been in my life. I don’t complete the thought. I’m utterly worn out. Alistair has me wrapped in his strong arms. I love that he sleeps here with me instead of going back to his place.
My mind flits back to the club: the woman sitting on the man’s face, the way she was bent over the table, wanting more. The chocolate nipple I had in my mouth. It feels like a dream; an erotic fantasy. I try to block the rest out. There’ll be time to think about it all. I need sleep. Alistair must hear my mind whirring because he moves up against me and hugs me tighter.
I push our dinner agreement out of my head, too. I’ll never fall asleep if I think about that. If all of this happened in just the first night, I’m not sure that I can handle what’s next.
Chapter 19
