Despite the sick feeling that laid heavy in her stomach, she continued. This was what she’d always wanted, and she was going to make it happen. She deepened the kiss, not able to get enough of his lips, hoping he would pay attention to the other parts of her body that ached for his attention.
Deep down, Carrie had a sinking feeling this was pity sex. The thought of being with her turned him off, she saw it with her own eyes, felt it with her own mouth when he went limp inside her. But all of that was hurled aside while she watched him slither down her body, the slight stubble on his cheeks scratching at her thighs, heightening her pleasure.
Carrie couldn’t believe the way her body was responding. She shouldn’t be surprised. This was Aleks. This was a moment she’d dreamed of since boys stopped having cooties, but it would forever be tainted.
When his fi
ngers traced the line of her sex she couldn’t help but moan, spreading her legs wider, granting him access, giving him permission to take everything–anything–he wanted.
He knew his way around a garter. Knowing he couldn’t remove her thong from under the straps, Aleks pulled the fabric over and secured it between the crease of her thigh. She heard him breathe deep and mumble. She could have sworn he said “beautiful.”
Aleks’s finger probed between her seam. He inserted one, then another. Memories of their first encounter flooded her senses. This time they wouldn’t be interrupted. This time there was no going back.
“You are burning up.”
His two fingers, straight as arrows, worked their way into her warmth. He stretched out over her body, taking one nipple in his mouth. Her body was on fire for him. For as much as she wanted his mouth and hands everywhere there was only one thing that could satisfy her. Satisfy her desire. Satisfy her mind. She needed to feel him buried deep inside her.
“Aleks, I want you inside me.”
He continued his torturing actions, refusing to heed her instructions.
“Aleks!”
Finally he stopped and picked up his pants. As Aleks searched in his wallet for a condom,
she glanced at his groin, hoping that the erection he had when he’d carried her over to the couch was still intact.
“I want this, Carrie.”
She looked up at him. He must have seen her staring. Carrie nodded. “I want this too.” After the condom was in place, Aleks covered her body with his and took her lips in a hungry kiss. She wrapped her legs around him, urging him to enter her. But he didn’t. He continued to writhe and grind on top of her, driving her mad with his kisses.
“Aleks,” she whispered against his lips.
He hung his head against her chest. She felt the soft tremble of his body, then his deep breaths as they tickled along her skin as he kissed his way down her body, finally reaching her center. Aleks kissed up and down her core then suddenly she was on her stomach, knees on the scratchy carpet, ass up in the air.
Carrie felt him behind her, his cockhead finally nudging her entrance. She pushed back. Despite the change in position, she only had one thing on her mind.
Aleks pushed through, pumping once, twice, then he was in. Filling her up, stretching her out. “Carrie,” he said, barely above a whisper.
He pumped a steady rhythm as excitement built in her stomach, almost as pleasurable as the feel of his thick shaft sliding in and out of her. He covered her back with his body, getting closer, more intimate. She heard his grunts and felt his harsh breaths against her skin. The louder he got, the harder he thrust.
The sound of skin on skin echoed through the room, and she looked to her left and saw their reflection in the three-way mirror. He was beautiful, olive skin, slick with sweat, his muscular body tight and strained. Yet she saddened at the sight of him staring ahead into nothing. As if the wall was his partner.
Tears stung her eyes. Carrie knew Aleks liked detached, emotionless sex but despite being buried inside her, he just couldn’t give himself to her. Deep down she hoped he would be different with her, but her fantasies were irrelevant. She promised him one night, no strings. She had to keep up her end of the bargain.
“Harder!”
She pumped against him, knocking him out of his trance. Aleks saw her staring at his reflection in the mirror and they locked eyes, only for a second, then he looked away in fright. He kissed her back then lifted his body and held her hips with his hands.
Aleks sped up his thrusts. That was what she needed. The strong pummel of his cock forcing her to think of nothing but the feel of him as he grated against her canal, pushing her further over the edge. When he shifted on his knees, the angle hit a spot inside her she’d never known existed. When he hit it again, she wailed, unable to hold in the sudden orgasm that took over her body.
Carrie frantically grabbed at the edge of the couch, but there was nothing to grip. She shook in place, and the more he thrust inside her the longer her orgasm played out. It was sensation overload. At one point her mind went blank. He brought her to a whole new level of pleasure, a pleasure she knew she would never feel again.
He groaned behind her. Then she felt the heat of his body as he bent over, taking hold of her breasts with his strong, slick hands. With one last thrust Aleks came, whispering her name against her back.
He lay on top of her for a few minutes. His cock softened inside her.
She had gotten what she wanted. She’d had him, but she couldn’t get over the feeling that he’d held back. Aleks had detached himself from her. Maybe even more than if she had been a stranger.