ELEVEN
I’d just opened the door when Alex strode through the doorway and into my apartment.
She turned on the lights before I even got my key out of the lock.
I closed the door and turned to find her all the way in the living room, heading for my desk. She trailed one finger across the smooth bare wood before she turned on the lamp there, as well.
It struck me as odd—forward for the woman who’d hesitated accepting my offer of a simple jelly croissant and coffee to strut so boldly through my home. But, hey, I was all for her making herself comfortable in my place.
Hopefully, she’d want to stay here awhile.
When she nudged the pile of mail with a fingertip, sending the neat stack of envelopes on the desk sprawling, her visual perusal changed to actual physical rifling through my stuff.
She glanced up and saw me watching her. With a smile she left the desk behind and headed straight for me.
Before I could say or do anything, she’d fisted my lapels and pulled me toward her lips.
Then we were kissing. Not a gentle kiss either. This was a full mouth, tongue-tangling, soul-deep kiss that I hadn’t started but which I was more than willing to continue.
I braced my hands on her waist, partly to keep my balance as she pushed against me, partly because I’d wanted to touch her all night.
As she tipped her head and plunged her tongue against mine, I slid my palms down to cup her ass.
She moaned and that had my semi turning rock hard.
The sinfully high heels boosted her height enough I didn’t have to bend too far to reach what I wanted—that being her mouth and her firm ass.
But this would be so much more enjoyable for both of us if we were horizontal.
I broke the lip lock and gazed down at this enigma of a woman. Her lips were parted slightly as her chest rose and fell with her rapid breaths. Her eyes, heavily lidded, seemed a bit out of focus.
“Shall we take this someplace more comfortable?” It sounded like the cheesiest of lines. I hated that those trite predictable words had even come out of my mouth, but I seemed to have lost all my smooth moves somewhere between Manhattan and Jersey.
In spite of my sounding ridiculous, she nodded. “I’d love to.”
Then she was on the move again, leading me toward my own bedroom. I supposed it wasn’t that hard for her to determine where it was located. There was only one hallway and the door at the end of it was open to reveal the view of my king-sized bed, which luckily was made thanks to a visit from Antonela today.
The wet towel from the shower I’d taken after work before leaving for dinner with Alex was still hanging on the closet doorknob, but she didn’t give it a second glance. She was too busy reaching for my belt.
This was happening and it seemed I didn’t have to do a whole lot except participate.
I liked to be in control. I wasn’t such a great follower, but tonight, in this situation, I predicted that would change.
Nope, I’d have no problem letting Alex get me naked and lead me to bed. No problem at all.
The way she looked in that dress, and how I anticipated she’d look without it, I couldn’t imagine any heterosexual single man wanting to fight this woman.
I don’t think I could say no to her even if I’d wanted to and I certainly did not want to.
With her help, my suit ended up on the floor, a place it had never been before, and I didn’t even care.
When Alex shoved me, sending me falling backward onto the mattress, I let her, happy to have a good spot from which to enjoy the show happening right in front of me.
She slid off the red dress as deftly as any professional stripper, but she did it with a hell of a lot more class.
I had to swallow and remember to keep breathing when, like a jigsaw puzzle, piece by lovely piece of her was revealed to me, until the whole tempting picture was exposed.
Alex in that dress had been breathtaking. Alex naked was enough to have me struggling for breath.
Bared and beautiful, she crawled onto the bed and straddled my legs.
I’d been braced on my elbows so I could watch her, but I eased back flat now as she hovered above me.
There was one thing she hadn’t done and it was something I wanted very much. I reached up and slid my fingers into her hair, which was still up. Constrained, when I wanted it free.
“May I?” I asked.
Alex didn’t answer, but reached up with both hands and released her hair for me.
She was like a dream come true, a goddess as her long chestnut hair tumbled down. It just brushed the tops of her breasts, which were high and firm and so tempting I couldn’t resist them. I pulled her toward me so I could take one tight peak into my mouth.
I felt her skin, warm and smooth, beneath my palms. The muscles of her back moved beneath my hands as she bracketed my head with her forearms, leaned low, and allowed me to feast on her as I pulled her other nipple into my mouth.
My length brushed between her legs as she gyrated against me. The heat of her body beckoned. Irresistible, so I didn’t resist.
I pierced her wet warmth with my tip and then stilled. I had been happily losing myself in the moment, and in this woman, until reality hit me.
That I had enough sanity left to pull myself out of the ecstasy and not plunge inside her unprotected was a miracle.
She was on top, pinning me down.
Unable to move to take care of things myself, I told her, “Condoms are in the drawer.”
While still seated astride me, she reached for the bedside table, stretching her long strong body like a cat in the sun.
I had a moment to appreciate that body.
The muscles in her arms and back were defined—muscular—even though she was lean and toned. Her thighs were obviously strong. I could see and feel that.
I wondered what her workout routine was. When she tore into the condom with her teeth, my wondering ceased.
Oh, I still appreciated her body, but it had less to do with her fitness and so much more to do with the fact she had covered me and was slowly easing down over my length.
The sensation had my eyes closing, just when I really wanted to watch. I forced my lids open and watched her move over me.
The way she set her jaw, the fire flashing in her eyes, I would have said she looked angry if we weren’t in the midst of an intimate act she’d initiated in the bed she’d led me to.
Alex attacked the act with a vigor that bordered on violence, her expression determined, her movements anything but gentle and I loved it.
I reached out to try to bring her some pleasure but working her clit at this point would have been akin to performing surgery on a ship tossed about on the ocean during a storm—futile. Possibly dangerous.
I had plenty of time to even the score later.
For now, I wasn’t about to waste her passion. If she wanted it rough, fast and hard, that worked for me.
I let myself ride the wave that was Alex for as long as I could before the telltale tingle shot through me.
The speed and force of our combined movements brought me to the point of no return. With no turning back, I gripped her hips, thrust upward and came hard. Loud enough I’d probably have to avoid making eye contact with the neighbors in the hallway for the near future.
She had no choice but to slow and eventually stop as I faded fast. But that was fine because now it was my turn to be in control.
I flipped her over easily, but only because she let me. I had a feeling this woman didn’t do anything she didn’t want to do.
Again I appreciated how solid she was built. All hard, toned muscle that made me want to ask what she did for her workouts—later. Much later, because now wasn’t the time for words.
As I slid down her body, my mouth was about to become very busy and not from talking.
She watched me. Eyes partially closed, she looked more like she was seething than aroused.
I never would have thought that my cute Alex, with the girl-next-door looks and the bright sense of humor, would have such an angry-looking sex face.
She bent her knees, spreading her legs wide for me to fit between them, so I kept going.
I wrote off her expression as one of the facts of life. Some people had resting bitch face. Alex had seething sex face.
There was nothing I could do about it except work toward discovering what her orgasm face looked like. That was certainly something to look forward to.
As a goal oriented man I attacked my challenge with hands and mouth.
At the first contact of my tongue against her core, she gasped. I thrust two fingers inside her and heard her expel a sharp breath. I slipped a single saliva-slickened finger back and pressed just the tip into her rear entrance and she jerked her hips up, pressing herself harder against my mouth.
This I could work with. I had her right where I wanted her—nearing the edge of orgasm and I wasn’t going to stop my multi-front assault until I’d reached my goal of hearing her shatter from my touch.
I didn’t have to wait long. Her muscles clenched until her thighs shook around my head and her body gripped my fingers inside her so tightly I could barely move.
I sucked harder and felt her careen into the abyss.
Her response was more than I could have imagined. She wasn’t quiet or shy. Alex let me and my unfortunate neighbors know exactly how much I’d pleased her.
The boost to my male ego had me hard again. She was still quivering when I slipped on a fresh condom, lifted her knees high and plunged inside.
This time I was in charge and I set a slow but intense pace, sliding deep with each stroke, filling her completely.
I watched her face. Her eyes were closed, her expression softer now, as if she were captivated, captured within the intensity of the pleasure.
Then those eyes opened and her gaze collided with mine. Unlike at dinner, she didn’t look away.
The intensity of her stare and the level of feelings it awakened in me were almost too much.
I didn’t look away. I forced myself not to. To face what I was feeling for her.
Sex was usually just that for me—sex. This—this was something else. This was raw, naked emotion unlike anything I’d ever felt before and I didn’t know what the hell to do about it.
Or maybe I did know what to do about it.
Braced above her, I stilled and said, “Can you stay the night?”
“Yes.” Her answer was soft and short but it had my chest tightening along with the rest of my body.
“Good.” I pounded us both to completion one more time, with her succumbing first and me following swiftly after.
When it was done, I was as winded as if I’d run a marathon. I rolled to the side and tried to catch my breath.
Once I had some semblance of normalcy back, I settled in close against her. So close we were pressed together, skin to skin, the entire length of our bodies in spite of the sweeping expanse of the king-size mattress.
I wrapped my arms around Alex and held her tight. Needing the connection. Needing to reaffirm to her what I already knew myself—this was no simple hook up. No one-night stand.
This was a beginning.
I could only hope she felt the same.
Her agreeing to stay the night was a good sign. A first step but not an assurance. At least not enough of one for me.
I trailed a finger down the bare skin of her stomach and watched her quiver.
Damn. I wanted to see her come again. Wanted to hear her scream my name. I inched my hand lower into the crease between her thighs. “I can’t seem to get enough of you.”
Her response was a low indistinct sound as she spread her legs. That was enough of an invitation for me.
I connected with her core and the ride started all over again.