I don’t answer. I slide my hand between us, wrap myfingers around him again, stroke once, twice. His breath shatters, a guttural sound tearing from his throat as his last ounce of patience snaps.
And then there’s no space left between us at all.
“Fuck, Tara.” His voice comes out in a hiss, and he buries his face in my neck.
He trembles with the effort of holding back. My hand tangles in his hair, pulling him up so I can look into his eyes.
“I want this,” I say firmly. “I want you.”
Something snaps in Alfie then. He picks me up and carries me to the bed.
With a growl, he captures my wrist and pins it above my head.
His other hand makes quick work of my shirt, tossing it aside. Cool air hits my bare skin, making my nipples tighten. Alfie’s eyes darken as they roam over me hungrily.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, lowering his head to trail kisses along my collarbone.
I arch into him as his mouth moves lower, gasping when he takes my nipple between his teeth, teasing it with his tongue. His free hand kneads my other breast, thumb circling the sensitive peak. Pleasure sparks through me, making me writhe beneath him.
“Alfie.” I moan, tugging at his hair. “Please...”
He releases my wrist to trail his hand down my body, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of my shorts. I lift my hips, helping him slide them off along with my underwear. Then I’m bare before him, flushed and aching.
Alfie sits back on his heels, drinking me in. His gaze is so intense it physically caresses me. Slowly, deliberately,he removes the rest of his clothes. My breath catches at the sight of him fully naked. He’s all lean muscle and tanned skin, marred here and there by scars. I want to trace each one with my tongue, learn their stories. But Alfie doesn’t give me the chance. He’s on me again in an instant, pressing me into the mattress with the weight of his body.
His fingers find me slick and ready, circling my clit before sliding inside. I gasp, hips bucking up to meet his hand. Alfie watches my face intently as he works me, curling his fingers just right.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, voice rough. “Let me hear you.”
I’m beyond words, reduced to breathy moans and whimpers as he brings me closer and closer to the edge. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he withdraws his hand. I make a sound of protest, but it turns into a long, low moan as he finally pushes inside me.
We both freeze for a moment, adjusting to the sensation. Alfie’s forehead presses against mine, his breath ragged. His muscles tighten as he holds himself still, giving me time to adjust. But I don’t want to wait. I roll my hips, taking him deeper, and we both groan at the sensation.
“More,” I say, digging my nails into his back.
He doesn’t need to be told twice. Slowly at first, then with increasing urgency, he begins to thrust. Each movement sends sparks of pleasure through my body. I match his rhythm, lifting my hips to meet him.
Alfie’s lips find mine in a messy, desperate kiss. His hand slides down to grip my thigh, hitching my leg higher around his waist. The new angle has him hittingjust the right spot, and I cry out, throwing my head back.
“God, Tara.” Alfie groans, burying his face in my neck. “You feel so good. So fucking good.”
His words send a thrill through me. I’ve never heard Alfie swear like that before. It’s raw and primal and intensely arousing. I want to hear more.
“Tell me”—I rake my nails down his back—“tell me how it feels.”
Alfie lifts his head, dark eyes boring into mine as he continues to move inside me. “You’re so tight. So wet. Like you were made for me.”
His hips snap forward sharply and I gasp. “More.” I demand.
A wicked glint enters his eyes. “You want more?” Without warning, he pulls out almost completely before slamming back in. The force of it steals my breath. “How’s that?”
I gasp, my body arching off the bed. “Yes!” I cry out, digging my nails into his shoulders. He grins wickedly and repeats the motion, setting a punishing rhythm that leaves me breathless.
Pleasure builds rapidly, every thrust sending sparks through my body. I pull him deeper. Our bodies move together in perfect synchronicity, slick with sweat.
His lips trail down my neck, heat and hunger pressed into every kiss, mapping me like a discovery he never wants to forget. My fingers tangle in his hair, tugging, anchoring. The tension winds tight, a wire drawn to its limit, ready to snap.
And then the world fractures, pleasure crashing through me in waves so sharp they steal the breath frommy lungs. I cry out, clutching him closer as my body clenches around him, dragging him with me. His rhythm stumbles, a low groan torn from his throat as he spills into me, shuddering, lost in the same storm.
