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“Dishes—” I begin to say, but he interrupts.
“You be a good girl and finish those up.” He strings a trail of kisses down my neck, hitting the one spot that gives me a shiver that tingles down my spine.
Is he crazy? Now he’s interested in the dishes? It’s impossible to concentrate on anything but him when he does that. I want to respond, but my mouth goes dry, and I gasp when one hand slides up under my shirt and the other slides downward inside my shorts.
“Better get those dishes done, baby.” His low, sexy voice vibrates in my ear. My hands are still in the water, and I force myself to set the dish I’m holding in the rack to dry. I can’t think straight. His voice always does me in, especially when he talks to me like this. As his hand moves lower, I wiggle my ass against his cock. His bulge is straining against his jeans.
That’s when Alex slides a finger inside my pussy.
“Oh God,” I cry out, gripping the front of the counter. His finger moves inside my slickness, while his other hand cups my breast, gently tugging on the nipple, then rolling it between his fingers. My head drops back to rest on his chest.
Suddenly, his hands are gone and he’s pulling my shorts down my legs to fall at my ankles. My panties follow the same fate. Alex moves me back, forcing me to bend forward at the waist with my ass on display. He taps the inside of my foot to spread my legs as far as they’ll go with the clothes at my ankles restricting me.
“Don’t move, baby. I wanna play.” He slides his fingers over the curve of my ass as he drops to his knees. His hand travels the length of my leg. Every touch is making me wetter and wetter. I jolt when his lips caress my ass cheek. He grips my globes and pulls them open.
From this position, I’m completely open to him. The things he does with his tongue have me quivering. Alex slides his tongue between my pussy lips and begins to tongue fuck me with vigor. I groan loudly and pant as I call his name.
“Alex, please.” I beg for more, moving my hips in rhythm with his mouth. He laps at me as he adds two fingers inside my pussy, pumping hard and fast. He latches on to my clit, and my legs shake with the need to come. “Oh, Alex. I’m gonna come.”
“Hold it,” he orders.
I pant, shaking my head wildly. “I can’t,” I moan. His hand lands on my ass.
“Hold it for me,” he says once more. I want to. I really do, but I don’t think I can. His mouth attacks my pussy with enthusiasm. I’m gripping the counter so tightly, my clenched fingers ache, but all I care about is trying to hold onto the counter, wanting to please my man.
When his finger finds my G-spot, I plead. With his mouth against my core, he says, “Come for me, buttercup.”
“Yes! Yes!” I scream, as I finally let go and free-fall off the precipice of the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. Alex doesn’t stop licking and lapping at me through it.
He turns me around, lifts me off my feet, and sits me on the cold surface of the counter, tearing at my clothes and his until we’re both naked. He splays my thighs, planting my feet on the edge of the counter. I’m too busy looking at his engorged cock to care about the cold surface under my ass. He’s so hard and ready to fuck me.
“I want it hard and fast,” Alex says, his voice strained and heavy. “You gotta tell me if it’s too much.”
“I want it,” I reply, and cling to his shoulders. Alex doesn’t delay and aligns his cock at my entrance, plunging inside with one solid stroke. I groan and drop my head back. He holds my hips, his fingers digging into my waist as he pulls out and charges back in, over and over, harder and harder.
My need rises with every stroke, but it’s his labored breathing against my neck and the way he growls my name that make the ember turn into a fire, until I’m clawing at his back, my legs hooking around his waist.
His mouth finds mine as I come. He swallows my screams. I wrench my mouth from his to watch the show as his face contorts with desire as he fills me. When our breathing returns to normal, he pulls out, cups my cheeks, and kisses me long, sweet, and slow.
“I’m doing the dishes every night,” I tell him. He chuckles along with me.
“Hold on, baby.”
I do as he says and wrap my legs and arms around him as he carries me to the shower. Every day gets better and better. I’m afraid I’ll wake up and this will all be a dream.
THIRTEEN
It’s a Match
ALEX
It’s too early for the phone to be ringing. I glance at the bedside table and see that it’s barely past six in the morning. Sabrina stirs next to me, burrowing deeper into the pillow to block out the sound and mumbling incoherently.
Grabbing the phone and muttering quietly so as to not wake Sabrina, I say, “Hey.”
“It’s me, man. Shit, sorry. I didn’t look at the time before calling,” Zeke says. Does this guy ever sleep? He’s always wired and ready to go. I wonder if he has a plug-in battery like the computer he has with him twenty-four seven.
I sit up, swing my legs to the floor on the edge of bed, and rake a hand through my hair. “What’s up, dude?”
