Sophie told herself she must be wrong. He wasn’t being condescending. He was … being Alex. Bossy, controlling, domineering, impatient, wonderful Alex. “I’ve never, um, done this, but …” Her blush deepened as her fingers wrapped hesitantly around his length. She moved her mouth forwards and tentatively she took his tip into her silky moistness. His body flinched in automatic response to the sweet contact. Instinctively, she ran her tongue around his tip and then took more of him in her mouth.
Alex groaned softly and his hands tangled in her hair, against her scalp, as she showed him that, whatever she claimed, she was either startlingly experienced or gifted with all forms of intercourse. He stepped backwards before he lost control altogether and masked his features with effort. “This is not the time to learn to ride a bike.”
Sophie was confused. And hurt. That much was obvious in the way her features crumpled. He hated how much pleasure he took from that fact. It was beneath him. Or it should have been.
“Was it not
… I mean … I’m sorry. I don’t know what I’m doing.”
She stood and turned away from him, her breathing ragged. The embarrassment was licking through her and Alex almost weakened. Only the memory of her treachery and dishonesty made it impossible for him to view her with anything other than contempt.
“I am not in the mood to be patient for release, Sophie. It has been three long days.”
“Tell me about it,” she snapped, spinning back to face him, her cheeks pink and her eyes shimmering with the threat of tears.
“I would rather show you,” he said darkly, stalking towards her and linking his fingers through hers. He pulled her hand and then he kissed her with a dark intensity, his tongue almost punishing in her mouth. But she groaned and her leg lifted to curve around his back. He took advantage of her posture to slide a finger inside her warmth. She was so wet and ready for him that he moaned against her.
He didn’t want to wait until they reached his bedroom. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her body to his, and pressed her back onto the lounge suite. When she was flat on her back, he stood and looked at her. She was so beautiful it hurt.
“Do you trust me?”
The question burned into her brain. Did she? In that moment, she was feeling a conflicting range of emotions. But she nodded, and licked her lower lip.
“Good.” He cast about until his eyes landed on his belt. He bent to retrieve it and then wrapped it around her wrists, looping it through the leg of the marble occasional table that sat behind her.
“Alex?”
His smile was brief. “You will enjoy it.”
“I just want to feel you.”
“And you will. Eventually.”
He stood back again to admire the view of his wife, tied and panting beneath him. Yes. He was going to pleasure her, and pleasure her again. He hovered his body over hers and ran his tongue from her lips, down her chin, to the cleft between her breasts. Her breathing was already rushed. When he began to lace his tongue lower, tracing invisible lines down past her belly button, to the hair-softened apex at the top of her thighs, she cried out and writhed.
She had almost driven him insane with the intimate kiss she’d given him. Now, it was his turn. His tongue ran between her folds, seeking her most intimate core. She bucked hard against him, her shock fierce.
He laughed against her and continued his invasion, using his fingers to give him access. Sophie was almost wild with pleasure. Arrows of heat and desire and need were barbing against her skin. She dug her heels into the sofa and cried out loudly, begging Alex. Begging him to take her. She ripped at her wrists but the leather of the belt against the weight of the marble held her perfectly imprisoned. He moved one hand up to her breasts and he squeezed a nipple until she felt stars in her eyes. The pleasure was the most magnificent thing she’d ever experienced. She needed more. She needed everything.
“Please, Alex, please. I’m begging you.”
“Have you ever felt like this, my wife?”
“No,” she shouted, not wondering why he’d ask such a question.
“Has anyone ever made you scream like this?”
“No.”
“Do you want me?”
“Yes! Shit! Please!”
He laughed and then lifted his mouth higher, to her other breast. He took it in his mouth and brought his arousal tantalisingly close to her entrance. Sophie lifted her hips, trying desperately to take him in deep, to feel him inside her, but he kept moving out of her reach.
“Please,” she whispered over and over, as her orgasm began to make her brain fog.
“Use my name,”