Alec lifted his mouth and dropped another hot kiss on my stomach. He stood and shed his shorts, pulling a condom from his pocket before dropping them to the floor. I watched with hooded eyes as he rolled on a condom. The anticipation was almost more than I could take.
He climbed on the bed again, settling himself between my legs. I could feel his hard cock pressed against me and I spread my legs farther. "I don't want to hurt you," he said raggedly.
"You won't," I responded, coaxing him forward by looping my legs around his waist. I felt the tip of him waiting hesitantly to slide into me and I welcomed the intrusion by lifting my hips.
"Sweetheart, it's going to hurt," he panted. He was trying his best to make my first time as pleasurable as possible. The sentiment was sweet, but I needed him inside me. I ran my hand along his neck, bringing his mouth down to mine. My tongue parted his lips as my hands moved smoothly down his back, cupping his tight butt. Without warning, I lifted my hips, thrusting him against me.
He groaned against my mouth as I bit back a gasp of pain. A burning sensation had replaced the tingling between my legs as my body struggled to accept his size.
Alec held himself still as I began to adjust to having him inside me. His tongue gently tickled my lips, coaxing my mouth to open. He kissed me and the burning sensation began to disappear as desire began to stir in me again. My eyes found his as he slowly began to move inside me. My body, which seemed to reject him at first, began to open and accept him fully as my wave of need rose. His hands gripped mine above my head, holding me in place as his movements increased. I lifted my hips, not wanting him to stop.
He moaned, thrusting faster and faster. "How can you feel so fucking good?"
His words sent me over the edge as my orgasm ripped through me like a freight train. I yanked my hands from his grip, tearing into his back with my nails. He moaned loudly, pushed into me one last time before collapsing on me.
Alec stroked his hand over my hair as we both struggled to catch our breath. After a few seconds I was able to talk again. "Holy shit, why didn't I do that years ago?"
He chuckled on top of me, which nearly made me jump from the tingling sensation between my legs. "I hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but it's not always like that."
"It's not? So, are you telling me you're like some sex god or something?"
"No, I'm saying you must be. It's never been like that for me before."
"Shut up." I knew he was trying to make me feel better, but I appreciated it anyway.
"I'm not kidding. I'm thinking we're going to have to do it again so I know for sure."
We continued making love for the rest of the night, stopping only to give him a chance to recover in between. By the time the sun was beginning to rise, I was afraid I had put him out of commission for a week. It was as if my body wanted to squash years of pent-up sexual frustration into one night. "Did I break you?"
"Let's put it this way: I don't think I have any fluids left in my body," he laughed, looking completely spent. I kissed him across his chest, loving that he looked so content. "I've never worked out that hard at the gym."
"And to think we have to catch a plane in less than four hours," I said, making him moan. He managed to drag himself out of bed and got dressed to go downstairs to grab us a couple of lattes. I snatched up my phone, seizing the opportunity to call Olivia.
"Do you have any idea what time it is?" She sounded like I would have had I not just had the best night of my life.
"I know, sorry. I only have a few minutes and wanted to give you the big news." I could barely contain my enthusiasm enough to tell her. "Alec and I did it last night." The phone was quiet for a second and I pulled it away from my ear to make sure I hadn't lost the connection.
She moaned before the impact of what I had told her sank in. "Wait. Did you just say what I think you did?"
"Yes," I squeaked.
"Oh my god. I freaking knew it!" she yelled exuberantly. Her voice was so loud I had to pull the phone away from my ear. "How was it? Is he hung like a horse?"
"That's disgusting, but pretty much, yeah. And it was good."
"Just good? Come on, give me more than that."
"I only have a minute before he comes back. It was excellent, okay? It kind of hurt at first, if you know what I mean, but after that, I didn't want to stop." It was a little embarrassing giving her the dirty details, but we had been waiting for this moment forever.
"See, didn't I tell you? Now just keep doing it. It only gets better and better."
"All right. Well, go back to sleep. I have to go before he gets back with our coffees."
"You got him to fetch your morning coffee too? Damn, you go, girl." We both laughed and said goodbye. Before I hung up, she made me promise to call her again when I had the chance to give her more details.
Chapter Sixteen
Alec and I left behind Nashville and all the bad reminders of my attack. Needless to say, we had created some new memories that trumped anything else. We flew into New Orleans for the second stop on our book signing tour. Since the Wicked Fantasies Book Festival didn't officially begin for another day and a half, we pretty much locked ourselves in my hotel room to see if we could create the same magic we had in Nashville.