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“Holy shit,” I gasp, as he pulls the pillow away and flips me onto my back.
I’m shocked, but smiling, still feeling the pulses of pleasure. I think he’ll let me recover before moving on, but his dark eyes say otherwise. There is pure desire there, like lightning bolts, and I know things are going to get real really fast.
Another convulsion tells me I haven’t stopped coming yet. He notices me flinch with pleasure and his eyes burn into mine. He grabs me, hauling me up to sit facing him. I wrap my legs around his hips.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he says, making it sound dangerous.
I lick my parted lips and nod. He runs his hand through my hair, pushing my face toward him and kissing me hard. It’s so hot.
“I want you to fuck me,” I say. “I want you to fuck every single part of me.”
He makes a snarling sound, pulling my head back to look at my face again before kissing me deeply. I open my mouth wide, wanting him inside me in every way. With my legs still wrapped around his hips, he moves us both up the bed so that he can use the headboard for leverage. I grab the oil and squirt some on my hands, then massage him with it.
Fuck, I love Alistair’s cock. It’s so beautiful and so hard. I push and pull him, guided by his moans, until there is oil everywhere and I’m so crazed for him that I’m ready to beg.
Alistair doesn’t make me. He pushes inside me, just an inch, and I grab his cock with my pelvic muscles, trying to draw him in. I open my hips wider and try to situate myself so that he can go deeper, but the angle’s not right. I rock on his tip for a moment before he pulls out and throws me onto my stomach again. I start to lift myself to my hands and knees, which is how I usually like it, but he pushes me down flat on the bed, pushing my legs together. Still slippery with oil, his hands are sliding all over me, rubbing, teasing, massaging, barely penetrating the holes he finds. It turns me on so much I find it difficult to lie still, but when I move, he forces me back down again, which makes me even hotter.
I feel his cock edge in between my thighs. He starts thrusting between them, just below my pussy. I push my thighs together as hard as I can, almost making myself come again.
He groans at the added pressure, then finds my hole and pushes into me, still pressing my lower back down to make my pussy compact his cock.
I gasp. The fit is so tight, he can hardly move. He breathes and moans as he begins rocking. It’s such a tight fit that his cock is hardly moving inside me but it’s enough for both of us. The pressure, the warmth, the stretch, all so well lubricated, we find our rhythm and move together.
I can feel that he’s close, but neither of us want it to end. It feels so right, locked together like this.
We remain joined together for a moment longer, but Alistair pulls out. He’s breathing in a way that I know is to stop himself from coming: deep, controlled inhalations. He slides the back of his shaft along the cleft of my ass, pushing my cheeks together to squeeze the length as he thrusts between them. Feeling his lubed skin on my rim reminds me of his tongue earlier and my pussy starts to glow. I don’t want him to stop, but I also need him to fuck me. I groan into the mattress. I’m so fucking juicy. I raise my hips to him.
I can’t help it. I need him inside me.
This time, he allows me on my hands and knees. He reaches for my face and kisses me, then squeezes my boobs, my nipples hard and super sensitive. My pussy pulses. I can’t wait to have him inside. I want him to crash into me.
Alistair hears my unspoken need and enters me. I groan as I feel his cock slide all the way in, deep and satisfying. He starts slow—too slow for my hunger—but then speeds up to the perfect pace. When I’m this wet, hard and fast is the only way.
His breathing gets louder, from the effort and the pleasure, and it makes me want him more.
Another orgasm ramps up. I gasp. “I’m gonna come.”
He grabs my breasts and he thrusts into me, deeper than ever, and I come hard. It feels so fucking good that I can’t help sobbing as he pounds into my contractions and then convulses with his own.
Once we fall apart, Alistair pulls me towards him and we spoon: flushed, naked, spent. We fall asleep like that, and I dream of him. Of snow-white ice-skating rinks and gingerbread houses, and about falling in love with a perfect stranger.
Chapter 30
Day Five
“You know I fired my events team?” Alistair says. He’s fresh out of the shower and dressing for work. As always, he looks swoon-worthy.
“Yes?”
“So I have to schedule my own social life now.”
I chuckle. “Yes. Are you coping?”
“I am. In fact, I got us a reservation tonight at one of your bucket-list places.”
My neck snaps up so quickly I almost get whiplash. “Really?”
“That three-star Michelin sushi place you told me about.” He knots his tie perfectly. “It was not easy. Our booking is at eight-thirty.”
