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Laughing again, he stripped down her pants and panties, flung her shirt and bra to the floor, then he had her against him again, her bare limbs pressed to his clothed body. He was hot and hard and she writhed against him, pressing herself to the rough front of his jeans as his hands ran down her back to cup her bottom.
“Show me,” he demanded, his fingers trailing a shivery path along her cleft and around to the place where she was wet and swollen for him. “Show me how fast you can come for me.”
The ascent took seconds, but the flight was joyful, weightless, a long bliss of rippling pleasure. She was still quivering with aftershocks when he laid her on the cool sheets. His gaze on her, he took off his own garments and she watched his lean, powerful body emerge from the cloth. Her arousal went from satisfied to simmering again as he palmed his erection, stiff and flushed.
“Let me see,” he said, nodding down at her. “Spread your legs for me, Lilly.”
On a shiver, she did as he ordered, knowing he would find her soft and ready for him there, the flesh pulsing and eager for his penetration. His arm reached toward the bedside table and he found something in the drawer there.
“A condom,” she said, surprised, remembering the lack of them before.
“Yeah.” He rolled it over himself with a practiced efficiency that embarrassed her to find so exciting. More goose bumps, prickling her scalp this time and scattering down her back. She squirmed against the sheets.
Alec caught his breath, his gaze burning with new lust. “Fuck, Lilly, you’re so damn sexy.”
She lifted her arms to him, needing to be held. “And you’re too far away.”
Then it was all he promised and more. Feeling. More feeling. No thoughts intruding on the decadent sensation of hot skin sliding against hot skin, of heavy muscle pressing against delicate bones, of masculine power finding its balance in the gentle sway of female surrender.
Lilly did that—surrender to Alec, because he was mastering her with long, drugging kisses and the slow drag of his hands over every inch of her body. He bent to worship her breasts, his touch reverent until it wasn’t when he drew the tips into his mouth and sucked so hard she arched from the sheets, crying out, lifting into him to offer more, more, all.
Her fingers dug into his back, feeling the long planes of heavy muscle there, testing them with her nails until he grunted and fed on her harder, opening his mouth to take in more of the round flesh as his tongue licked and flicked at her nipple.
She thought she might die of sensation. Yet she begged for more of it, with soundless demands from her hips and hands, with the moans she tried swallowing down but escaped anyway. Alec moved up to taste them, sipping them from between her lips as his fingers trailed down to the place left open by her wantonly splayed thighs. She was shaking, so ready for him she could feel wet leaking onto the sheet, and he groaned as his fingertips found it too, and used it to paint her tender flesh, circular strokes that touched her everywhere but the exact place throbbing for him.
“Alec,” she whispered, urgent and needy. Her head fell back and his mouth went to her throat, kissing there, his breath hot against her as he teased the entrance to her body. “Alec,” she said again, trying to impale herself on his fingers.
He spoke into her ear, puffs of sound that sent more shivers rolling down her body. Be sweet now…wait for it…wait until I say.
Desperate, she grasped at him, trying to pull him farther over her, trying to entice him to take the thing they both wanted most.
He settled between her legs and she instantly wrapped them around his hips. With a grunt, he let her draw him to her and then the blunt head of his penis was at her entrance, pressing in, a slow slide that parted her soft flesh. He went deeper, deeper and she bit her lip at the sensation of being opened, being owned, and then he was whispering again. Relax, sugar, easy…you can take all of me…relax, baby, yeah. There you go.
Her body, persuaded by the rough-sweet sound of his voice, gave way to his possession, each thrust taking him a little farther inside her.
When she’d taken all, he was still above her, perched on his elbows, his eyes trained on her face as if to impress the moment onto his memory. Then he began a deliberate rhythm, the friction delicious as he pulled out and lunged back in, and she clutched at his heavy shoulders as he drove on her pleasure, pushing it higher as her breath caught in her chest. One of his hands slid beneath her bottom and urged her upward, so that she met each of his lush strokes, the root of his erection pressing her throbbing clit, grinding there a moment until she became helpless against the gathering tension, slave to the thing she wanted more than breath.
