Slowly, I tried again, and he allowed me to pull his shirt off. When it came off, he started with my buttons finally.
Leaned forward to trail kisses and bites under my throat, down every expanse of skin he revealed.
My arms wrapped around his shoulders; my hand buried in his rich, soft hair.
I pulled him back up, so he could kiss me. As we made out, we started to move, barreling our way to the bedroom our mouths locked on each other. We bumped into things, and I couldn't think well enough to even open my eyes and see where we were going.
When he pulled down again to kiss my chest, I could barely make out the bed. Because before I could open my eyes, he pulled down my bra and ran a hot tongue over one nipple.
The room became blurry as he licked and bit, massaging the other with his hand until he switched.
I wasn't sure who was muttering or what they were saying, but my hands were on his pants, tugging and pulling at his belt.
Alex growled when I wrapped one leg around his hip. He jerked his hard-on against me and the leg on the ground dissolved.
His strong arm had to hold me up, allowing me to wrap him with both my legs.
He kissed his way back up, to my lips, and turned us around, heading towards the bed.
He tossed me on the bed, dug one hand into his pocket and then started to take off his pants, breathless with his black hair mused and dark eyes on me.
My hands fought with my pants too.
Somewhere in my muddled mind, I made a mental note to tease him about having a condom ready for the dinner with me.
Not now though, too many sensations, too many feelings, not enough space in my head to think or in my throat to talk.
One minute we were like that, the next, he was on me, pulling the pants all the way down, past my strappy heels.
He reached down for me, clinging to my body with his hot, hard, body, claiming my mouth passionately. His hands were everywhere. In my hair, on my breasts, between my legs, and every sound I made, his mouth swallowed it.
I was a schoolgirl again, hot-blooded and impatient. I wanted to feel every solid inch of his skin on mine, rocked against him impatiently and the length of his erection.
“So fucking wet…”
One hand held on to my waist, and I felt his cock rub against my core.
Very slowly.
Up and down, taking his time. I wanted to rock wildly against him, but the hand on my waist me still, taking the relentless assault.
Then he slid into me, and I gasped.
We gasped at the same time. Watching ourselves, eyes locked on each other as he started to move. Very deep and slow.
He pressed against me with every thrust, bringing a hand up to caress my breast roughly. My arms were around his neck, one hand in his hair and the other on his back, digging my nails into him as his speed increased.
Soon he was going hard and fast, and I was rocking with him.
Together we rocked, the tension building inside.
Alex leaned forward and assaulted my neck, roughly palming my tit and pushing me closer and closer to my climax.
“Ales…” I moaned his name. On and on until I came, with his name rolling off my tongue.
He kept thrusting hard as I rode my climax, and I felt his body tense, and then he shuddered, resting on me while he came, hands caressing my body, with small kisses.
“You didn't even take off my shirt,” I said, still breathless.