My own body pulses with need, and since I’m currently wearing no panties, my naked thighs are sopping wet with desire. Alek is really going to like that. The thought brings a smile to my face. I like making him happy and honest to God, everything I do with this man feels so good. So right. And that’s scary.
His entire body stiffens, and a second later, he fills my mouth with his tangy cum, his muscles trembling with his climax. I moan in sheer bliss as I take it all in. But he keeps coming and coming, his hard cock bursting with pleasure. I can’t swallow fast enough. Some drips down my chin, and I have no idea why, but it turns me on even more. I lick him clean and lightly rub his balls, a gentle caress to milk every last drop from him. I inch back, and his gorgeous cock slides from my mouth. Alek drops down into the seat across from me. He’s windblown and breathless, his eyes half-lidded and sated. Desire seeps under my skin and my sex clenches.
“Aly,” he whispers, and goes down on his knees. He brushes his thumb over my face, cleaning me. “Aly, babe. God damn you’re incredible. This pretty mouth of yours took me so fucking deep.” He presses hot, open-mouthed kisses to my eyes, my nose, and lips, as his hands slide up my damp thighs.
“So wet and needy for me,” he growls. “I need to lick your soaked little pussy, Aly. I need my mouth on you.”
Before I realize what’s happening, his hands are on my hips and he’s lifting me until I’m the one looking through the sunroof. Wind whips my hair as I lift my gaze to the starry night, but I can’t think about the beauty of the night sky right now, not when Alek is pushing my dress to my waist, and kissing a hot path to my sex.
His wet mouth closes over me, sucks on me as he parts my damp lips with the soft blade of his tongue. “So good,” I cry out and grip the roof to hang on. This wasn’t really what I had in mind when I wrote sex in a limo in my journal. No, this is a million times better. Everything with Alek is better.
He swirls that talented tongue of his until I’m rocking into his ravenous mouth. Hard flicks over my clit steals the air from my lungs, and he inches two fingers into my tight core.
“God, yes,” I murmur, my legs growing weak, but he holds my body, always there to lend a hand—or a tongue—when I’m about to fall. That’s when it occurs to me that I trust him, and I haven’t trusted in a very long time.
His tongue rolls over me, slow leisurely licks that turn into harder laps as I moan and writhe and move up and down to fuck his fingers. One hand moves to my backside, and my heart seizes. I’ve never done that, but for the first time in my life I want a man to touch me there, but only because that man is Alek. I want to try everything with him, despite the fact that it’s going to be emotional suicide.
His finger circles my tight opening, gently presses into me, and I relax to grant him entrance. His growl of pleasure reaches my ears, and never taking his mouth from my clit, he slides the two fingers in my sex in and out, in and out, creating a delicious friction. My muscles quiver around him, and he pushes his pinkie a little deeper into my backside. The triple delight is more than I can take.
I’m dizzy, giddy, completely lost in what he’s doing to me. Mr. Right in my nightstand will never hold up after this night. He works his pinkie in more, stretching me. Sensations sizzling through my body. I’ve never felt so full before, so completely pleasured.
My muscles tighten, every nerve ending firing as he works those deft fingers inside me. I’m so close, but I don’t want this moment to end. I try to pull back, but he’s relentless, holding me to his mouth, intent on pulling an orgasm from me.
He sucks my clit and I groan at the intense pleasure centered on my core. I gasp for breath, can’t seem to fill my lungs. He nibbles on my clit, a vicious tease, and circles the sensitive bundle of nerves inside me. He certainly knows how to touch me just right to tease and prolong the pleasure, placing me right at the cliff’s edge, where he leaves me hovering on the brink of ecstasy.
I love every second of it.
I come. Hard. An
intense explosion that shuts down my brain. The world closes in on me, and the stars I’m seeing are behind my eyelids are not in the night sky. I call out his name, over and over, but it gets carried away in the wind. My God, sex with this man just keeps getting better and better. He slowly pulls his fingers out, and circles my clit, pressing slow tender kisses to my nether lips as he brings me back to earth.
My body stops shaking and his strong hands grip my hips and pull me back inside. My gaze locks on his and neither of us speak. We look at each other for a long time, and I have to say I have never felt closer to anyone in my entire life.
“Come here,” he whispers, and puts his hand around my head to bring my mouth to his. His kiss is softer, a little more mellow, less urgent, but just as profound as earlier. A tremble goes through me as my heart beats faster.
“Alek, every inch of my body…I can’t even explain it. But I’m tingling all over.” He gazes at me, the intensity on his face is like an aphrodisiac and I begin to heat up again.
“I guess that’s one thing I can cross off my list.”
His smirk is delicious as he leans closer, puts his mouth to my ear.
“You can’t cross it off yet, Aly. We’re far from finished.” He cups my breasts through my dress, and a moan rumbles in his throat. “You see, I haven’t spent enough time here and that’s a fucking tragedy, don’t you think?”
I moan as he pinches my hard nipples. “Yeah, I think.”
13
Alek
“Are you paying attention?” Alyssa asks, her forehead creasing as she frowns at me.
I laugh and hold my hands up. “Absolutely. You have my undivided attention,” I tell her as she showcases the different types of flies and tells me how and when they’re used.
She spent the last thirty minutes teaching me how to rig my pole and now I know everything about floating lines, leader lines, loop knots, tippets and rings. It’s fascinating how much she knows. Her depth of knowledge and passion fills my soul with warmth and admiration.
“You don’t seem to be listening.”
“I am,” I say, but I know where she’s coming from. I can’t seem to drag my attention from her face, and the sheer pleasure in her eyes as she rigged the rod with speed and skill. I’ve never seen such focus, or experience such an easy intimacy with any woman.