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He laughs. “Smelling.”
“Of?” I ask, pulling back to look into his eyes.
He doesn’t disappoint, the brightness of his eyes meeting mine, full of amusement and desire. "Your arousal, little butterfly. The way you’re leaking, and I can smell it."
I blush, mortification filling me. “Sorry.” I try to pull away, but he tightens his hold.
“Sorry?” he growls the word into my ear and gently puts some space between us. He keeps my left leg over his, letting the position hold me open for him. He takes my hand, presses a soft kiss to the pulse on my wrist, and then places it on his neck.
He’s forming so many connection spots that the sparks are going wild between us.
Alex chuckles in my ear, and his hand moves between my legs, rubbing my still-damp core through my underwear. “Don’t you ever be sorry. I love smelling you, I love feeling you.”
My blush deepens as I try to focus on the words he's murmuring against my ear. His fingers expertly trace patterns on my clit, and I gasp as pleasure radiates through me.
I don’t think I need a nap. Not as much as I need him, anyway.
“We're not going to be able to sleep if you keep doing that,” I say, my voice breathy with arousal.
“Stop worrying,” Alex says, his lips finding my neck, biting down gently on the sensitive skin. His fingers move faster, teasing me, drawing out the pleasure.
There's no time left for words, just the sound of our ragged breaths and the thud of my heart against my chest, as my orgasm builds. He slows his pace, giving me a chance to catch my breath, and I can feel him hard against me.
“I want you to come, with me inside you,” he says, his husky voice as affected as I am.
I nod and reach down into his shorts, pulling them down slightly to free his erection from them. There’s a wetness from the pre-cum of his cock, and I can’t help but circle my thumb over his tip to get some of the creamy fluid.
I pop it into my mouth, and he groans, his eyes tracking the movement with pure desire pouring from him. I run my other hand up and down, tracing over the ridges and veins, as I pull his shorts down further.
He feels amazing, so big and firm. Just like his brother, he's thick and long, and my mouth waters at the thought of the taste of him.
Alex groans, his hands driving down to my hips, as he thrusts in and out of my hand. “I need you.”
I let go, moving closer, and positioning myself so that he can line his cock up properly. He does, pressing the head against my entrance, and he looks at me, cocking a brow, waiting for permission.
“Now.”
If it were Topher, he’d have done something deliciously punishing for my attitude.
But Alex is far more indulgent, and instead, slowly pushes into me, his eyes locked onto mine, our breaths in sync as he moves.
The slow glide is perfection, stretching me so beautifully as he goes, and it feels intense.
His thrusts become more urgent and intense as he picks up speed, pumping into me deep and hard. The pleasure is overpowering, my nails definitely having drawn blood from my grip on him, as I meet his every move.
With Topher, it was a surrender, letting him pull the pleasure from me, use me, mould me to his desires. He gave, but he took in equal spades, and the dynamic was hot.
With Alex, we’re on the same wavelength, equals, both needing and wanting to merge as one.
I can feel the bed moving beneath us, the frame hitting the wall as we move.
“I need more,” I beg, aching for him to go a little harder.
He obliges, picking up the pace, quickening as his breaths come out faster.
“I want you to come,” he growls, his voice low and rough.
“Then make me.” I hiss the words, and his hand slides between us, reaching for my clit.
