Page 37 of Seductive Swimmer
“Fuck me. Your tits are incredible.”
It’s crass, and dirty, and real, and sexy as hell. His hands push my breasts together as he dives down and sucks, nips, licks, and ravishes me. I’m writhing underneath him, his hips pressing down into me, the only thing holding me in place. The thin fabric of his underwear the only thing separating us. He moves up my body, and covers my mouth with his, devouring me with his kiss. His hands lift mine to pin them to the bed above my head.
“Tell me you have condoms,” he growls down at me. I nod and point my head to the bedside table. He reaches over and gets one, dropping it on the pillow beside us.
“I plan on using a lot of these tonight.” His words hold such promise, a new wave of moisture floods between my legs.
“Better get started,” I breathe. His eyes glint at me, then he rolls off of me, takes off his underwear, and puts the condom on his engorged cock. I can’t stop staring, and he must see my appreciation.
“You do this to me, Savannah. Only you. I’ve never been this fucking hard before. I burn for you.”
“Alex.” His name comes out as a moan, as he lifts my leg up, kissing me from knee to ankle, then slowly notches himself to my entrance.
“Please,” I don’t even care that I’m begging. I need him.
He slides in, and God,he’s huge. I’m stretched wide and filled with the most exquisite sensation. He works me slowly, thrusting in and out in shallow, then deeper movements until finally he’s fully seated inside me. Then he stills.
“Bloody hell, Savannah,” he grunts as I feel him throb between my legs.
“Fuck me, Alex. Please, fuck me.”
My demands are answered when he grips my hips and begins to drive in and out in a steady motion. He speeds up, then slows down, following a rhythm only our bodies can hear.
“I need you deeper,” I gasp, then push at his shoulders until he rolls over. I straddle him and slowly lower myself onto his glistening cock. We both moan at how good it feels when he slides home.
“Yes, Savannah. Ride me,” he growls at me, then tosses his head back against the pillow with a loud “fuck.” My hips lift and lower, and the room fills with the sound of our breathing and the slap of my ass against his legs. My hands find his chest to brace myself as my body undulates over him. This is dirtier, sexier, more powerful sex than I’ve ever had before. The feel of his body is addicting, and I know one hit will not be enough.
My orgasm is spiraling higher and higher, but I want him to come with me.
“Alex, I’m so close, please,” I gasp out.
“God, yes,” he pants. His movements become more desperate, and I feel him grow bigger inside of me. Then, like a display of fireworks, I detonate into the most spectacular climax of my life.
My brain takes a while to register what’s different the next morning. There’s an arm draped over my side, and a hand cupping my breast. A muscular leg is tangled between mine. Hot, slow breaths brush across my neck.
Alex.
Oh my God, we slept together.As the useless organ in my head catches up to the current situation, the rest of me is in panic mode. I’m naked, in my bed, with Alex.
Even after our wonderful date, I suppose a part of me expected him to leave after we had sex. But then we had sex again, and then in the shower I went down on him, and he returned the favor once we made it back to bed. We must have fallen asleep after that round. No surprise, seeing how sex with Alex is better than any other workout I’ve tried. His athleticism translates very well from the pool to the bedroom.
As I lay there trying to decide whether I should pretend to be asleep or try to sneak out of my own bed, Alex’s breathing changes.
“I can hear your thoughts racing. Just breathe.”
Damn. His just-woken-up voice is raspy and deep, and sends a rush of wetness between my legs. Not only that, but hearing him, feeling his arms tighten around me and his lips kiss my shoulder, eases my nerves faster than anything.
I slowly roll over to face him.
“Hi,” I say. He flashes me a blinding grin, then turns and climbs out of bed. I sit up, confused, but also aroused as I watch his perfect, naked ass walk into my bathroom.
“Got a spare toothbrush, love?” He sticks his head back out and winks at me. “I plan on kissing you thoroughly but need to deal with my morning breath first.”
Oh God, morning breath. I fly out of bed and grab the T-shirt that’s conveniently on a chair beside my bed. He may be comfortable in his nudity, but I’m not. I go into the bathroom where Alex is stretching, arching his back and showing off all of those incredible muscles. After gawking for a second, I open a drawer beneath the sink and pull out a new toothbrush for him.
“Thanks.” He winks again, then tugs at the hem of my shirt. “This is unnecessary, don’t you think?”
I make a noncommittal grunt and start to brush my teeth. Alex just chuckles, then does the same. This is so weird, so domestic. And I’m secretly loving every second of it. When he’s done, Alex kisses my forehead before walking out to the main area.
