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One hand gropes my chin as the other clamps over my breast. He caresses and pinches the nipple. Pulling me toward the edge of the bed, he’s fully aware of how much I used to love this position.
Giving me a sexy death stare, he buries his cock inside of me. Our bodies become one, and his steady slow strides make my blood soar and my eyes close.
Unbearable and overwhelmed, I feel like I’m dissolving into his linen. His passion is spicier than his natural aroma. Raising my hands above my head, I clench them, hoping to release this feeling that’s too good to be held.
Chapter 14
Alexander
Feelinghowmuchherbody loves this is enough to spill inside her at this moment. I contain myself, but her feisty face, all screwed up in pleasure-pain, sends me pangs. Something sinful about Micola wanting my thrusts more than hating my guts has me feeling like a champion.
Her eyes are darkening before me, turning into pure black opals the deeper I go. Her whole body is a gem. Precious and rare, the way she feels. I take her slow to hear her lengthy moans. She always sounds so pleased when I do her this way. Sing songy.
If our ancestors were to see us right now, they’d curse us. Maybe that’s why there’s so much power in this. Wild fucking magnetism.
Micola has always loved this butterfly position. Her ass right at the bed’s edge, she sucks my thumb raw while I go deeper and deeper. Her nails scrape my lower abs.
Biting down on my thumb, she shakes it out her mouth and yells, “Fucking Alex.”
She curses. “Fuck you. Fucking jerk.”
She’s mad, making me go harder. The deepest I can go. Her sing-songy moans turn into a high note. Then her face clenches up. My heart rate picks up as her walls squeeze in on my dick tighter. I fold over, caving into her moving hips.
I pull out, forgetting she is no longer all mine. I can’t release inside her. God, her pussy is so wet and even now wetter as I release myself on the soft flesh between her pussy and her navel. Watching it spill onto her, she bites her lower lip, shaking her head at me in anger.
“Fucking ass.”
“What?”
A cryptic smirk falls across her face. “This is only because it feels so good. Nothing else.”
She keeps having to convince herself.
“Give me a minute, and I’m hard again.”
“No. No.” She scoots herself up and off. She reaches for a piece of my bed sheet and cleans herself off with it.
“What?”
“I can’t keep doing this.” She bends down to pick up her garments. I get a thorough view of her light golden flesh, toned yet curvy in all the parts I love to feel.
¨Just can’t do it anymore.¨ She huffs.
Her vulnerability is getting to her. Somehow being fucked by me gives her shame. This is not what I’m going for. If anything, I want her begging for more of me in every corner of her life. I don’t like to live with many regrets, but I wish I never gave her the worse of me. I want her eating out of my palm, feeling confident and sexy, without any doubt I’d stray at all.
“But you say you do this because it feels good. You want to ignore that?¨ I ask, sliding on my robe.
¨I…look, it’s just risky. All of this is. Living across the hall from you. Seeing us in those photos.¨
¨God, we look hot, don’t we?¨ I’m sure that wasn’t helpful, but it’s definitely honest.
Holding her garments close to her chest, she gives me a sturdy nod.
¨ I’ll see you on opening night.¨
Opening night is our next time together. Four days away. My blood pressure nearly skyrockets as I’m faced with the reality that I’m more concerned about my relationship with Micola than anything else.
There’s a threat of rain on opening night as I wait for Micola to come down the stairs. I haven’t laid eyes on her since she scurried out of my room, naked, granting me a glimpse of her crescent birthmark. I’ve caught myself three times from storming into her bedroom since. A part of me wants to demand we do it every night to sufficiently ¨get it out of us¨ but the truth is that the more I feel her, the more I want her…entirely. Her love, the glow in her dark eyes and—
