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He ignores my attempt to put myself down. “The moment I saw your face—the moment—I knew there was something. And then when you woke up, and I actually got to talk to you … I was mesmerized. There’s no other way of describing it. I’ve never known anyone like you.”
I shake my head. I’m still not sure what he’s saying. So he thought I was pretty, big deal. I made him laugh, who cares?
“There is something inside you, Ivy Mickelson. Something unique and incredible. There’s a fire burning beneath your skin. You don’t see it, but I do.”
The lump is still in my throat, but it’s not because of the despair anymore. It’s a deep affection for the man holding my chin and searching my eyes.
“Your … situation doesn’t sound ideal. I get that. But you are not your situation.”
He starts kissing me in earnest, and the tears that were welling up disappear. I still feel emotional, but Alistair is so gentle with me that it soon turns to affinity, and then heat.
“I can feel your pain,” he whispers. “If you let me in, we can heal it together.”
Chapter 28
I Want You Everywhere
The day was a whirlwind. I am ready to melt completely in Alistair’s arms. He has a way of kissing me that opens up my body—unlocks part of me—and after just a few minutes I was ready for him ... but Alistair never rushes these things.
Head back, I luxuriate in his kisses. He moves slowly and thoughtfully, tracing a line down my neck and then up again to my lips.
“What can I do for you?” he whispers. “What will make you feel better?”
“You make me feel better,” I reply. “Your hands. Your mouth. I want you everywhere.”
Alistair flips me over onto my stomach, and presses firm hands into my back. I don’t know when he reached for the oil, but soon I feel it being poured all over me. He sits on the back of my thighs while he works on my muscles. It feels so good, and I feel so vulnerable, that I feel like crying.
I remember being skin-hungry just days ago. There’s no chance of going hungry when Alistair is in the bedroom. I moan in pleasure. He knows the perfect speed and the perfect pressure. The combination of the oil and the strength of his hands is sublime. He doesn’t just treat my back. He’s all over my body: neck, ears, scalp, arms, hands. He reaches back for my legs and feet, too.
I want it to last forever until I feel his cock hardening on the back of my thighs, and then I find that I want that more. I reach around to take it, but Alistair doesn’t allow that. He catches my wrist and pins it to the bed.
“I’m treating you,” he says. “You’re not to do anything except enjoy.”
“Yes, sir,” I mumble into the pillow.
I take back what I said about BDSM. If this is what being a submissive is, I’m one hundred percent in. I’m no pillow princess, but I do love being taken care of.
Alistair shows no sign of stopping the massage, and I can feel my heat rising. My whole body just feels so damn good. Warm, tingly, and my pelvis is humming. I take some deep breaths, signaling to my body that there is nothing to worry about. My whole world is just warmth and pleasure.
Soon I start arching my back; I can’t help it. I want to feel his cock on my skin. He lets me move back and forth, stroking the bottom of his cock with my ass as he continues to rub me. His hands move towards my butt and he massages my cheeks while I rock back and forth, stroking him. Alistair adds more oil and increases the pressure, kneading my ass.
I sigh. “That feels so good.”
I can already feel my orgasm building, that tell-tale pleasure buzzing inside me. It’s as if my whole body is an erogenous zone.
Alistair grabs a large pillow and stuffs it under my stomach, then pushes me back down into the bed. I love it when he manhandles me. I wonder briefly if “manhandling” is on the list we’re working through. I don’t have time to dwell on it, because he pushes my thighs open and I feel his tongue on my pussy.
I moan. Already so close. I force my hand under my body so that I can reach my clit. I start circling it slowly, matching the movements of Alistair’s tongue.
“Fuuuck,” I groan.
He circles the entrance to my hole, over and over again, his tongue so warm. Teasing me. I can feel my climax mounting, so I speed up my hand on my clit. He starts plunging his tongue into me, and I cry out. My hand moves faster and faster as he fucks me with his tongue. My body is tingling all over, and my skin is flushed. I’m still bent over the pillow, ass in the air while Alistair fucks me, first with his tongue, then with his fingers. As they slide in, I moan and arch even more.
“Yes,” I wail.
His fingers find my ceiling immediately and I exclaim. He slides them in and out until I feel the first pang of my orgasm.
“I want you inside me,” I say. “I want to come on you.”
