Page 31 of Beautiful Forever
My eyes cartwheel at his clever evasiveness. “More than onceis not a quantifiable number. Do you still do it?”
He mashes his lips together, and my expression widens with disbelief when his silence tells me everything.
“How in the hell do I not know you’re there?”
His gray eyes light with amusement. “That’s the whole point, love.”
Pulling off a piece of brownie, I pop it into his mouth, then take my time licking the chocolate off his lips. “I like it when you stalk me.”
“Syn.”
My core clenches at his deep rumble of my name. “Yes?” I reply innocently, darting my tongue out for one last taste.
The plate, along with the rest of my food and the journal, slide off my lap and fall to the ground when Aleksander takes my throat in one hand and cups my pussy with the other.
We existed in a limbo of slow burn for years as we circled one another and our feelings for each other. The build-up to the inevitable was excruciating, but once those walls tumbled between us, the sex has been pure fire. “Good girl” may be mykink, but Aleksander has one as well. He likes to watch. And he remembers.
Applying gentle pressure around my neck, my moan erupts from deep within when he pinches my clit through the thin fabric of my yoga leggings. Pain is my pleasure. I’m addicted to it, and Aleksander knows exactly how to play my body to make me soar.
I arch back into him, not being subtle about what I want him to do. Aleksander could never deny me anything.
My abdominal muscles tremble when his clever fingers sneak underneath my waistband and stroke through the soft hairs of my pubis as they travel a sybaritic path down between my legs. Desire cascades over me like falling stars when he dips his middle finger inside my heat.
“You feel so fucking good. Your pussy is my paradise,” he says, sucking my essence off his finger before kissing me deeply, fucking my mouth with sensuous swipes of his tongue.
The taste of him, of me—of us—is intoxicating, and I get drunk off his kiss.
I go up in flames when he pushes my leggings down, the tight Lycra banding my knees together like satin restraints. Goose flesh pops, one by one, as the tepid evening air rushes over my skin.
“I want to hear my songbird sing,” he says, his possession of me all-consuming when he fucks me three fingers deep.
The agony of being stretched so completely is almost too much to bear, especially with my clothes pinning my legs together.
My moans grow louder when Aleksander attacks my clit with his thumb like it’s his mission in life to make me come all over his hand. But just when he’s about to hurl me over that cliff into sweet bliss, he stops.
“Do you remember the first time you came to see me?” he asks as my pussy pulses around his fingers like a heartbeat.
“Yes,” I gasp when his middle finger presses my G-spot, and I whole-body shudder at the beautiful torture. “I also remember the last thing you said to me when I left.”
“What was that?” he asks, but I know he remembers. Aleksander doesn’t forget anything.
“Run. And I did,” I tell him. “Back to you.”
I let out a gasp when he wrenches my head back and scrapes his teeth up my neck. “Even devils get miracles,” he says, controlling my pleasure, despite my efforts to come.
One roughened hand slinks under my shirt, the calloused pads of his fingers lighting a trail of tingles from my navel to my breasts. Desire sizzles up my body when he tweaks the peaked bud of my nipple.
“Your skin feels like satin,” he murmurs in my ear, his cock hardening against my backside and bulging his jeans. There is nothing more wonderful to a woman than knowing her man derives pleasure just from touching her.
Sliding my hand between my legs, my middle finger joins his, and we slowly finger-fuck my pussy together.
“Dirty girl,” he says with a chuckle and slumps down in the lounger.
I’m suddenly flipped over and lifted in a bench press above him, and?—
“Oh, fuck yes!” I chant, gripping the back of the lounger.
The first swipe of his tongue against my clit has me spiraling into bliss, but it’s the wicked things he does to me with his mouth that has me sobbing his name. I’m hurtled over the edge of no return, flying higher and higher as my orgasm coils tauter and tauter.
