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Alister tasteslike stout bourbon and smells of winter pines. His kiss is warm, yet his touch is icy, electrifying. Though, perhaps it’s just my nerves, because the moment Alister brings his hands to my hips, pulling me onto his lap, my entire body floods with warmth. This isn’t the first time I’ve been with a man since my assault, but it is the first time it’s meant anything. And, since tonight is not only our first time together but our last, I want to savor it.
As Alister moves his hands under the hemline of my cream-colored sweater, I pull my lips from his. Alister stops his movements as concern contorts his features. “Are you okay?” he asks, his brows furrowed, producing a small wrinkle in the center of his forehead. His lips part as he waits for my response. They are red from our embrace yet glisten with the faintest hint of my lip balm. This gorgeous man loves me. I can see it in the way he looks at me, his eyes searching my body for any signs of harm. I can feel it in the way he holds me, firm yet gentle. It’s as if he’s afraid I’ll disappear. And yet, his touch and his gaze only echo his words.
I can’t begin to express what I feel as I replay Alister’s declaration of love over and over again in my head. What he said was everything I wanted to hear and everything I didn’t. But I do understand. I do. As much as it hurts me to accept, I know what it’s like to be crippled by inescapable demons and unrelenting pain. I pray it isn’t always like this. I pray he does find the peace he so desperately deserves. But I know that’s something only he can do for himself. And maybe he has to do it alone, just like I did, just like I do.
As I look at him, taking in the strong bridge of his nose, the sharp line of his jaw, I know tomorrow will be one of the hardest days of my life. I will not only come face-to-face with the man who took my mother’s life, but I will say goodbye to the only man who has ever loved me, the only man who has ever made me feel whole. Just like Alister cannot fathom a better life for himself, I cannot fathom a life without him. Yet, tomorrow aside, tonight I am more than okay. Tonight, I am with the man I love. I am with my best friend. I am with my protector. I am with my partner in crime and against it. And I am happy. For as long as the moon hides the sun, I am happy.
At that, I adjust myself over top of him, and he moans as I rest atop his swollen appendage. I can’t help but smile at the sound. I like him like this—disarmed, unbuttoned, and at my mercy. Though, considering the way his eyes shift, filling with a certain primal lust I’ve seen only a few times before, perhaps it is me who is at his mercy. “I am perfect,” I whisper as I bring my hands to his black hair. As I do, I close my eyes and memorize the way it feels, soft yet coarse. A lot like him, I suppose.
“Yes, you are,” he says then, bringing his lips to my neck. I smile and let out a soft laugh as he kisses my delicate skin, working his way from behind my ear down to my collarbone. It’s then that I open my eyes and wrap my arms around his neck.
“I pulled away because I wanted to see you. I want to see the way your eyes gaze upon me as you undress me.” As the words escape me, I lift my chin as if daring him to do just that.
“I’m going to have my hands full with you, aren’t I?” He smirks.
“Did you expect anything less? Though a certain prodding lets me know I too will have my hands fullandother areas as well.” At that, we both laugh, me even more so when I feel his dick jerk in response to my words. Hmm. He likes the way I talk to him, and I like the way his body feels so close to mine, so close I can almost make out the shape of him through my thin leggings.
“I love you,” he says then. Bringing his fingers to my hair, he brushes it over my shoulder. “Whatever happens next, I want you to remember that.”
“What do you mean whatever happens next?”
“I mean…” He blushes and lowers his eyes to where our bodies connect. Once more, he brings his hands to my hips, slowly lifting the hem of my sweater. Only, this time, I don’t pull away from him and he doesn’t stop. Gently, Alister pulls the sweater from my body, revealing the lacy bra concealing my breasts. It offers me a final bit of coverage, allowing me time to get comfortable being this exposed in his presence. Although, this isn’t the first time I’ve felt naked before him; figurative nudity is different than physical.
As Alister tosses my sweater to the side, he moves his eyes to mine. They do not venture lower. “I want to take this slow. I want to savor every minute with you,” he says. “But my body may not allow that. At least, not at first.” At that, my brows crinkle. Alister moves his hand to my neck and guides my mouth to his. He kisses me, his movements starting slow and soft, yet quickly speeding up to rapid, hard, and desperate. Simultaneously, his hands wrap around my hips. His grip tightens as he deepens our kiss, so much so it hurts. When I whimper, he pulls away.
“Do you see what I mean? Do you see what you do to me? I want you. I crave you so desperately I’m afraid I may hurt you. If I do, tell me and I’ll stop, or have me make it up to you after in any way you choose. But, whatever you do, don’t forget I love you.”
“You could never hurt me, not when I know your intentions, your heart.” I rest my palm on his chest and allow the delicate thud of his beating heart to calm my last remaining nerves. “Trust me, I’ve been hurt before and what hurts isn’t so much the physical pain as it is the emotional. Knowing someone took something from you, took a piece of you…” I shake my head as Alister instinctively moves his fingers to the places on my body where I wear my scars. “You aren’t taking anything from me, Alister. You are giving me everything, every piece of you in exchange for every piece of me. And, for the record, I love you too. I know I’ve said a lot of things tonight, but I’m not sure I’ve said those three words. I love you, Alister. Now, make love to me, fuck me, do whatever you want with me. Just be with me. Claim me as yours, even if only for tonight.”
As I speak, Alister’s expression shifts from tangible lust to something deeper, gentler, though equally as desperate. Alister pushes himself up and me along with him. I tighten my grip around him as he lifts me and lays me down among the silky charcoal sheets and pillows. I rest my head on them as Alister removes his shirt and positions himself overtop me. As he does, I take him in in all his glory. His arms and abs are chiseled to perfection. Looking at him, I realize I’m discovering muscles I didn’t even know existed, and as my eyes move to meet his, I find he is admiring me as well. His dark gaze drifts from my waist up to my breasts. As his eyes move so does his hand. His touch is gentle despite his hands having a natural roughness to them. As he touches me, caresses me, I can’t help but think of all the men he’s bested, the weapons he’s wielded, the death he’s delivered with these same instruments. Knowing him capable of such terror and torment makes his loving touch even more arousing. His palm reaches my breast, and I gasp in pleasure, prompting him to lower his lips to my cleavage. As his lips embrace my skin, I surrender myself to him, every part of him, the beautiful and the ugly, the chivalrous and the monstrous, and everything in between.
When his lips leave me, his eyes return to mine. “You asked for everything. You deserve everything. So I will make love to you. I will fuck you. I will tease and devour you. And I will hold you. Because you deserve nothing less.” His words leave me speechless and my body aching with anticipation.
Alister pushes himself up once more. He stands to remove his pants, but I stop him.
“Allow me,” I say. I hop off the side of the bed, standing to join him. Slowly, I rake my fingers over his abs until I reach the waistband of his pants. All the while, Alister watches me with hungry eyes and parted lips. I lower myself to my knees, tugging his pants down with me. His sweatpants reach his ankles, and my own hunger is amplified by his well-groomed region and throbbing erection. It sticks straight out, forcing us to remain at least six inches apart. That is, until I envelop his length in my mouth. I know he told me of all the things he wishes to do to me. And, God, I wish it too. But what of the things I wish to do to him?
Alister moans as I take him inside me. I move painfully slow, so painfully he is forced to bring his hand to the back of my neck so that he can control the pace. I let him fill me over and over again, savoring every stroke. As he moves in and out, I feel like one of those cliché fictional girls who talk of his extreme length and how pleasurable it is to give a blow job. But what can I say? I love every minute of it. It’s my gift to him, before I let him take me. Andtakehe does.
Alister pulls himself from my mouth without finishing. He brings his finger to my chin, lifting my gaze and body toward him. I stand, allowing Alister his turn to undress me. He spins me around so quickly I throw my arms out to catch myself against the mattress. I gasp as Alister approaches me from behind. He brings his hands to my hips, making quick work of removing my leggings. As they fall to my ankles, Alister bends down and removes them from my person. I am left in nothing but my nude, lacy lingerie. As Alister returns to a standing position, he drags his hands up the backs of my legs. His touch ignites every nerve inside me, even more so as he slips his fingers beneath the fabric of my underwear, squeezing my bare, tender skin. I lean forward, resting my hands against the mattress as I push my bottom out further so he can have full access. He leaves a kiss on my tailbone before continuing to trace the curves of my body. Though, before he reaches my breasts, he stops.
“You said you wanted to watch me as I undress you. But that’s only half the fun,mi amore.” At that, he tugs on my hair, prompting me to look straight ahead where I find a mirror staring back at us. Alister crouches over me, leaving wet kisses along my shoulder blade all the way down to where my bra clasps together. All the while, he maintains his grip on my long, brown locks. I watch him,us, as he undoes my bra. It falls from my body, leaving my breasts dangling and vulnerable. Gently, Alister tugs on my hair as he stands upright. His movements pull me with him. My back rests against his rock-hard chest as I stand in front of him. As he releases my hair, I lower my eyes to the floor, knowing what will happen next. I take in a sharp breath, my nipples standing firm in anticipation of his touch. Though, instead, Alister brings his hand to my chin. He caresses my jawline before directing me to look at the mirror once more. I do as he commands, finding solace in my surrender.
Through the mirror, I watch him as his dark eyes examine my flesh. The muscles in his arms clench as he forces himself to take things slow with me, though I imagine his self-control will only last for so long. As his hands cup my breasts, I gasp and close my eyes in pleasure. It feels so good to be touched by him, to give myself to him. As he kneads my skin and has his way with my most sensitive peaks, thoughts of tomorrow threaten my ecstasy. This is a moment I wish I could live in forever. I knew being with him would be amazing. I even knew it would only make our goodbye that much more painful. But I never could’ve imagined it would be this exhilarating, this magnetic, thisperfect. And now, my heart breaks even more than it did before, because as amazing as this moment is, I know it will be short-lived. Even still, I cannot pull away from him. I cannot steal my own happiness when I know the rising sun will do it for me.
When Alister’s hands abandon my breasts in favor of my lower region, I open my eyes and watch as he removes my panties. Now there is nothing left separating us. There are no clothes to hide behind, no secrets to keep us up at night, no words left unspoken. I am his and he is mine, even if only for tonight.
Alister spins me to face me. Perhaps he senses the sadness inside me threatening to escape. “Are you okay?” he asks. He brings his palm to my cheek, and I lean into his touch. I nod and offer him a smile. I’m not sure he believes me, but his next movements certainly give rise to feelings, both physical and emotional, that take the place of my other thoughts.
Alister picks me up and returns me to the bed where I lie on my back. “Spread your legs,” he says, nudging them open. I do as he says. As he crawls between them, I take note of my body’s slippery response to his other embraces. Though, as he wraps his arms around my thighs, locking me in place, I realize nothing prior could’ve prepared me for the sensation of Alister Amato’s mouth on my clit. I gasp, my mouth opening as he takes me into his.
“Ah!” I moan. As his tongue teases me, I arch my back and push my pelvis upward, shoving myself into his face. He laughs in response and tightens his grip on my thighs. He takes advantage of my position and buries his face into me once more. As he continues demonstrating his knowledge of the female body, his unrelenting assault on my most sensitive area creates a burning sensation between my legs. I give in to it. Nothing consumes me except him, his tongue, and his touch. I grab on to the sheets, clenching them for support as I find my release. As I do, my body twitches and thrusts as it aches for more, as it aches for him—all of him. When I finally settle, relaxing into the bed, Alister brings his mouth back to me, this time lower than before. I cry out as he licks the cum from my body. He didn’t lie when he said he’ddevourme. As his tongue slips inside where his dick should be, I reach down and yank his head up by his hair.
“Put it in,” I say, my voice hoarse from all my moans.
“Yes, ma’am,” he replies. His words draw a smile from me as he repositions himself, his face just inches from mine, and I bring my hands to his flushed cheeks. As much as I’ve enjoyed our encounter so far, I miss him.
