Her eyes go wide. “I’ve never done that.”
“I know,” I say. There’s so much innocence about this woman, and if I were a decent guy, I’d stay as far away as I could.
She angles her head, looking coy and demure. “There are things you don’t know, Alek.”
“Like what?”
“That maybe I’m saying it on purpose.”
“Fuck me sideways,” I say, and nearly bite my tongue. Maybe she’s not so innocent after all. Or maybe I just bring this out in her.
She grins at me as I tear into the foil and go back on my knees to sheath myself. Her eyes never leave my dick as I suit up. Once done, I fall over her.
“You’re a fucking tease,” I say, but I’m not sure she’s listening. No, her legs are going around my hips and her eyes go to half-mast.
I rub my crown over her sensitive clit, and bring her back to the boiling point before I put one hand on her face to cup her cheek as I slide inside. Fuck, she feels good. She moans as I seat myself high, and find her mouth. I kiss her deeply and move my hips, a slow, easy pace that will be torture to keep now that she’s swelling around me. I push forward, and she lifts for me, taking every last inch I can give her.
“You…this…amazing,” is all I’m able to get out. I slowly pull my dick out, and she claws at my back, demanding me to fuck her faster. Her wet heat wraps around me, and my balls ache for release as I pound into her, faster now, hard thrusts meant to take her over the precipice a second time.
“Alek,” she cries and grabs a fistful of my hair.
“I know,” I say, and boy, do I ever know. We fit together so nicely, her body so damn perfect for mine. White hot need burns through me and every muscle in my body screeches for release as we fuck. I clamp down on my teeth, wanting to prolong this—for both of us—but knowing I can’t. I c
hange the pace, and using fast blunt strokes, I slick through her wet heat. I grind my pelvis against her clit, and watch her face, wanting to see her expression when she comes all over me.
I pound impossibly deeper, stretch her more, and her mouth falls open as she lets go, her hot cum scorching my dick and balls. I gasp, trying to get air into my constricted lungs, but it’s a futile effort.
“So good,” she cries out, each spasm pulling at my cock, teasing an orgasm from me.
Dizzy and overwhelmed with need, I fuck her harder and faster as I chase my own climax. The next time we fuck, I’ll take it slower, make it last longer. It’s a promise I make to myself—one I’m not even sure I can keep. But right now, I need release and I need it now. I find her mouth again, and slide my cock into her, once, twice and when she tangles her tongue with mine, the world as I know it tilts on its axis and raw physical pleasure takes over.
Sparks shoot through my body and zap my balls, and we’re both breathing hard, gasping for breath when I release inside her. I moan into her mouth, aware of her hands on my body, touching me all over like she can’t get enough. I collapse on top of her, my mind a hot mess as I ride out the orgasmic bliss.
After a long moment, I inch back, cup her face in my hands, and we simply stare at each other. Probably because no words can explain what just happened here. Plus, I’m not sure it’s a good idea for me to give too much power to this—whatever this really is.
I shift, and warmth moves through me as I snuggle her close. As I think about her bucket list, which led us to this bed, a small chuckle rumbles in my chest and she lifts her head to see me. My pulse jumps as I take in her tousled hair, and the sexy-as-fuck flush on her cheek.
“Something funny?” she asks.
“Bucket list number nine. Sex in a limo. I think we should talk about it.”
9
Alyssa
With my body still warm and tingling from Alek’s touch, I stand at the stove, stirring tomato sauce with a huge smile on my face as Alek sits at my kitchen table reading my bucket list, his legs kicked out like he’s right at home. It’s weird. I barely know him, yet it feels like we’ve been friends for a lifetime, and I can’t deny that he looks like he belongs at my table. I also can’t deny that I just had the best sex of my life. The man has skills and moves I’ve never heard of, and after just one round, I’m addicted.
“A New York, Broadway show. I can get behind that.”
“Have you ever been to one?”
“Yeah, years ago.” He continues to scan the list. “A honeymoon in Jamaica, pick an avocado in Mexico.” He lifts his head and looks at me. “That’s a strange one.”
“I know right. I also want to pick olives in Tuscany, but that’s because I fell in love with the movie Under the Tuscan Sun.”
“Never saw it.”
“Then we must rectify that.”