With his hands under my arms, he drags me up the mattress before climbing down between my legs again, planting wet and open-mouthed kisses down my torso.
Tugging the satin of my underwear to the side, he leans over, spreading me with his thumb and bending to press a soft, sucking kiss directly over my clit.
I don’t know how I live through what comes next. It’s his open hungry mouth, sucking me with full lips, exploring me with an expert, teasing tongue. It’s fingers that are gentle at first, one, then two, and then three—when it’s no longer teasing and seductive but fucking, his whole arm working those fingers deep and fast until everything in me is heat and light, until the pleasure is so intense it’s the only thing I’m conscious of, until my own sharp cries penetrate somehow, how loud I am, how I have to be quiet, I have to, and I’m pulling a pillow over my face to—
Alec reaches up, grabbing it and throwing it roughly to the side.
So my scream comes out unimpeded, aimed at the ceiling, filling the air.
I’m breathless, with an arm thrown over my face, chest heaving to catch my breath, but he doesn’t immediately pull back. He kisses me there sweetly, close-mouthed, and it’s like a soft landing after a long, hard fall. I have never even imagined oral sex like that. I never knew it existed.
Equally breathless, Alec crawls up my body, dragging his mouth as he goes, but stops at my breasts.
“Good?” he asks, and then licks a wet circle around my nipple.
I nod, letting my arm fall away.
“Look at me,” he whispers. “Look at me and say it.”
“I’m dead.” I manage to drag my eyes open, but it takes me a few breaths to get words out. “No one has ever done it to me like that.”
He points his tongue, circling it around and around. “Like what?”
A kink for the words, this one.
“So wild and—” I gasp up to the ceiling. “Hard.”
I can feel him staring at me for a second longer before he turns his attention back to my breasts, licking and sucking, wet. The sound of his mouth pulling away, his low groans against my skin, make me shake with longing: how he makes me feel completely insatiable and greedy after coming so hard not two minutes ago is unreal. But I understand his intentions when he rises over me, shifting to straddle my ribs, and pressing my breasts together around his cock.
“This okay?”
I nod, but he shifts his gaze to my face, flicking up a playfully annoyed eyebrow. “I like it,” I tell him, grinning.
He plays with my breasts as he starts to move, leaving me free to run my hands over his thighs, his waist and chest, scraping my nails gently over his nipples, making him hiss out a tight, hungry sound.
“Yeah,” he says when I do it again.
And that single word becomes a whispered call and response, with his growing tighter, mine more encouraging; I have never in my life seen anything more erotic than Alec hungrily chasing pleasure.
My hands smooth over his skin everywhere and finally come over his fingers, wet and slippery, and he leaves me to hold my breasts around him as he reaches up, gripping the headboard.
“Gigi,” he says, and then his throat bobs with a heavy swallow. “I’m coming.”
He cries out sharply and then again, and I watch his face as his pleasure jets from him, warm and wet across my chest and neck. In the panting quiet that follows, I raise my fingers to it, watching him watching me.
“You okay?” he asks, gently dragging his thumb along my lower lip.
I nod. “You’re ruining me. Sex won’t ever be like this again.”
“Was it before?”
“Please. Any man who goes down the way you do has had plenty of good sex.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever been quite like that. That wild, like you said,” he adds. “I worried I’d hurt you.”
I smile up at him. “Do I look injured?”
“No.” He scoots back, settling over me, and speaks the next words against my lips. “You’re beautiful.”