I advanced toward Alex, not shying away from the intensity of his gaze.
There was no hiding now. No pretending. It was just us two.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked.
I nodded as I slowly prowled toward him.
“I mean it Ella, I’m hanging by a thread here. It’ll be rough and quick if we continue.”
I nodded again, placing my hands on his shoulders as I moved him backward. It was my turn to push him against the wall. I raised my hand to his head, running it through his already messed up hair before gripping a handful of it tightly.
“You’re not the only one who wants it rough, Alex,” I growled, pulling his hair even tighter, making his head tilt backward. My lips descended onto his neck as I kissed him. The moans escaping him encouraged me even more, and I writhed against his groin, loving the feel of his hardness rubbing against me. When I let go of his hair, his hands grabbed my face, pulling me into a deep kiss. Tongues probed and caressed. Teeth nipped and crashed as we fought against each other in our need to feel.
I slipped my hands to the waist of his jeans, grateful that there was no belt to undo, and popped the top button open—then the next, and the next.
When there was room, I slipped my hand inside the front of his jeans meeting the familiar softness of his cotton trunks. I palmed him through them as he pushed against my hand, moaning into my mouth. Not willing to tease him any longer I lifted my hand to the top of his trunks and then slipped it down between his skin and the cotton material. My fingers found him as expected, hard and smooth. He bit my lip before ending the kiss, hissing as I let my finger rub over the top of his erection. I manoeuvred him in my hand, freeing him from his trunks so he stood to attention, rising from the dark colours of his clothes. My hand slipped up and down his shaft, systematically rubbing across the head before returning to the easy rhythm I had started.
He locked his gaze with mine, his passion more evident than I had ever seen it. I decided to sink to my knees, ready to let my lips take over what my hand was doing. But as soon as he caught my intention, he grabbed me under my arms, lifted me and carried me to the sofa.
“You are joking?” he hissed.
“N . . . no . . .” I stuttered, unable to understand why he had stopped me.
“If I feel your lips on my cock now, it’ll all be over. I just . . . not now. Later, okay?”
I nodded.
“Now, let me see what you’re hiding from me under this dress.” He growled, and dropped me onto the sofa.
I giggled as he pulled my legs toward him, pushed them apart, and then dropped to his knees.
He winked before dipping his head between my legs.
“Oh, shit,” I groaned as his breath warmed me in an area that was crying out for more of him. My body trembled as his mouth covered me through the thin material of my lace pants. His warm breath only added to the temperature that had suddenly filled the room. It was hot, so incredibly hot.
My hands drifted down to his head, pressing him nearer, wanting more contact.
He rewarded my insistent hands by grabbing my thighs, pushing my legs further apart, and slipping my pants to the side.
“Oh, shit,” I muttered as the tip of his tongue pressed right where I needed it. My hand tightened in handfuls of his hair, and I pulled hard. His head snapped up from between my thighs.
“Alex,” I whispered.
“Ella, fuck, you’re driving me wild.”
I wriggled beneath him, encouraging him to stop talking and continue with what he had been doing, only this time I wanted the barrier removed.
“Take them off, please,” I instructed breathily.
They were hastily pulled down my legs, his short nails scratching my thighs as he urgently freed me from them.
When his mouth returned, I moaned. When his tongue flicked against my clit, I swore profusely. Words I’d never uttered before flew from my mouth as I lifted my hands over my head, and closed my eyes, allowing the sensations to flow through my body. His fingers gently pushed on the area below where his tongue was currently flicking and sucking, and I whimpered as his finger pressed into me. He stroked me, moving his finger freely before inserting a second and then a third one. I writhed against his hand and fingers, seeking the position that would send me over the edge.
“You taste amazing, you’re irresistible,” he said, lifting his head up. “Here.”
His body covered mine as he placed his fingers in my mouth. I sucked greedily on his fingers, wanting him to see how eager I was for him to continue in this way.
“More,” I demanded.
He pulled his fingers from my mouth and slid them between my legs again. This time his body stayed over me as he kissed me, moaning into my mouth. His hips pushed against me, reminding me of his current state of arousal, and I slipped one of my hands between our bodies.
As soon as I grabbed him he swore into my mouth.
“Fuck.”
The word was mumbled, spoken with an edge to it, a sign of him losing control. His lips moved from mine, trailing down my neck as his fingers rubbed, pushed and caressed me whilst mine rubbed and pulled at him.
His spare hand pushed at the top of my dress, and in his eagerness to uncover my breasts, he ripped my dress. An apology flew from his mouth, but I knew he didn’t mean it. He knew I didn’t care. He forced the cup of my bra away from my breast, eagerly covering my nipple with his mouth. The tip of his tongue toyed with the sensitive bud, replaced seconds later by a strong sucking. He alternated between both of his actions by scraping his teeth over the delicate flesh. And all the while, his fingers still caressed my lower body.
I was lost.
The feelings crashing through me were too much, yet not enough. My hand dropped from Alex as I surrendered to him. He lifted his gaze, and our eyes locked. I breathed harder, licking my lips at the dryness of my mouth. The trembling of my forthcoming orgasm tingled within me. I was so, so near.
“Please!” I managed to cry, just before Alex’s fingers caused my undoing. I called his name loudly as my body thrust against his hand, seeking even more friction to prolong the intense release of my body.
“Ella, Ella, Ella,” Alex chanted, his hand working me expertly as he watched me come undone.
My breathing became loud and laboured as my body started to calm, but I had hardly any time to recover as Alex started kissing me again. This time his mouth was hard on mine, moulding to my lips in a desperate way. He shifted his body, the material of his jeans rubbing against my thighs as he did so. I momentarily remembered that he still had his jeans on, the only part of him uncovered was the part I wanted buried deep inside me.
He moved so that he was lying directly over me, lining his hips up with mine, pushing his erection between my legs.
He rested his weight on one hand, reaching behind, searching for the pocket of his jeans with the other.
“Nearly forgot,” he said, straightening up and kneeling between my spread legs.
He carefully tore the foil packet, before sliding the condom over his impressive erection. His movements were quick, but expertly carried out. It was only a few seconds before he repositioned himself.
I grabbed his face with my hands, pulling him down for more kisses. I needed him in a way I had never felt before. Something made me open my eyes. Was it because I wanted to see the look on his face? Because I wanted his expression to mirror what I was feeling?
Alex opened his eyes, and, as our eyes met, I nodded, an acceptance of his actions, and a sign for him to continue.
Lifting his weight above me, he pushed his hips forward in one smooth slow thrust. He was immediately inside me, filling me in an incredible way.
“Oh god,” I breathed, squeezing my muscles around him.
“Fuck, Ella,” he groaned as he stilled. “You feel fucking amazing.”
I squeezed him again, letting my muscles have an extra work-out around him.
“I can’t . . . fuck, I can’t go slow. I’m sorry.”
His head sunk next to mine as my hands clung to his back. He began to move his hips. There was no slow build up, no shallow thrusts. Every time he drew back, he pushed straight back in, giving me everything. I met his thrusts with a pulse of my own hips, working with his speed, loving every slam of his body into mine.
This was it. Alex and I were together in the most physical way possible. All the previous weeks of upset and arguments, teasing and foreplay, had all led to this. I near enough purred as he continued to lose himself in the moment. Sex for me, had never, ever, felt this good or this intense.
He groaned, and then altered his position. Lifting himself away from my body, he knelt on the floor between my legs, then pulled me toward him. With my ass rested on the edge of the sofa, and one of his hands around my knee, he immediately pushed into me again. He stared at the area where we were connected for several forward pulses of his hips and then closed his eyes. He breathed noisily though his nose before he tilted his head backward. Our bodies only touched where he slammed into me, and where his hand held my knee.
His upper body trembled.
“Ella. Fuck.”
He groaned, his voice so deep and husky. He sunk inside me with a slow purposeful stroke, and his body tensed. I laid still on the sofa, feeling each of his pulses deep inside.
“Ella,” he whispered as his body covered mine and his mouth peppered my lips with gentle kisses. “That was incredible.”
I smiled against his lips as he stroked my face with his fingertips.
I had never felt this connected to anyone, I was completely at ease and relaxed in his presence. I wondered if it was the spaced out feeling that happened to people after they’d made love. It had never happened before.
“I’m sorry about that” he offered, a serious look covering his face.
“Sorry, for what?” My voice was low, edged with a huskiness that I had never heard myself speak before.
“I was selfish. I should have waited for you. But Ella, I was so desperate to come, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I feel that we’ve had the longest foreplay ever. What with me being away from you for nearly a whole week. Every night I fell asleep thinking about you. All my dreams had you in them, and I woke up every morning thinking about you. Then, just to add to everything, in all my interviews, people wanted to talk about you. And all I wanted to do was hold you close, kiss you, love you.”
“And fuck me senseless.” I giggled at my own interruption.
Alex grinned. “And fuck you senseless, yes.”
He shifted sideways, lying next to me on the sofa. “Look at us,” he said. “We’re like a pair of horny teenagers.”
He took my hand in his before kissing the back of it.
We laid next to each other for several minutes. The only sound in the room was our breathing as we both slowly calmed.
“Is that electric meter topped up?” he suddenly asked.
“I think so. Why?”
“Because we’re going to have a shower together.”
He jumped from the sofa and pulled his t-shirt off. As he strode across the room toward the bathroom he kicked off his shoes and pulled his jean free from his legs.
“You coming, Ella? Or do I have to drag you?”
* * *
After the most erotic and loving shower I had ever had, we had stumbled into my bed. Sleep was in short supply, as every time one of us woke up, so did the other. Unable to keep our hands off each other, our nightly waking turned into sensual love making.
Alex’s growling stomach eventually forced us to face the thought of stumbling out of bed. I headed for the shower without him, insisting that I needed time to myself to freshen up. But as I turned to look back at him, still lying in my bed, the sight of him nearly made me return. He was completely naked, lying on his back with his hands behind his head. One of his legs was slightly bent at the knee, his cock visible from where I stood—still semi-hard. I was about to turn and walk out of the room when Alex winked at me.
“You sure you don’t want me to join you? I’m sure I could wash some part of your body for you.”
I shook my head.
“I have no idea where you get your energy from,” I told him. “I’m exhausted.”
He rolled over, and my eyes darted to his groin just before he turned onto his stomach, resting his head sideways on the pillow.
“Go get your shower then, Ella. I wouldn’t want to change your mind.” He closed his eyes as he settled.
I managed to tear my eyes away from him and head to the bathroom. He’d be there when I returned. It was a thought that I couldn’t push from my head. He was here, with me, of his own free-will. He’d said he loved me, and throughout all the times we’d made love last night, and this morning, he never once pushed me to do anything I didn’t want. We seemed evenly matched, both in stamina and our need for each other. I never wanted him to leave.
When I emerged from the shower, Alex was wearing nothing but his trunks as he wandering around the kitchen. He opened and shut cupboard doors whilst talking to someone on his mobile phone. My loved-up bubble popped. Why had he contacted someone?
He leaned against the counter, his serious expression turning to a cheeky grin. “Yes. Do you think you can sort that? No, give us a day or two. Aim for Friday. That would be perfect.”
I raised my own eyebrows, silently questioning his end of the conversation.
“I’m sure she’ll love it.” He paused momentarily, listening to the other person speaking. “Fuck, I don’t care about that. We’ll sort something. Yes, I know I need to talk to her. Yes, I know it’s important.”
He opened the fridge door, grabbed a carton of milk and placed it on the counter. 'Tea?' he mouthed.
I nodded.
“Call me with all the details when it’s sorted. Actually, don’t call me, text me. I don’t want to be disturbed again.”
He poured the boiling water from the kettle into two mugs.
“I know I rang you. Yes, yes, okay. Text me.”
I slumped in the corner of the sofa, curling my legs underneath me. I didn’t like that he’d burst our bubble of bliss by making a phone call.
“Look, I’ve got to go. Tomorrow? Yes, I suppose so. Okay, see you later.”
He ended the call.
“Ella, I’m so sorry,” he said as he approached me, a mug in each hand. “I had things to sort out.”
“I thought we were going to have at least one day to ourselves.” I pouted. “No interruptions, remember?”
“Are you sulking?” There was amusement in his voice, and I shot him a dirty frown.
He chuckled, placed the mugs of tea on the table, and knelt on the floor, before resting his hands on my legs.
“I’ve arranged for something. A surprise.”
“You promised we’d be left alone. No calls, no disturbances,” I reminded him, still not forgiving him. I didn’t really like surprises at the best of times, never mind when they interfered with our alone time.
He leaned over, kissing my thigh. “It’s a surprise for you.”
My annoyance at the phone call eased slightly.
“What?” I asked.
He leaned over me, his lips meeting mine in a slow, lingering kiss.
“I’m only going to tell you if you stop sulking, Ella,” he whispered against my mouth.
I poked my fingers in his ribs. “Tell me!”
“Say please.”
“Tell me,” I repeated, digging my fingers into his sides.
“Owww . . . what’s the magic word?” His mouth ventured to my neck and he placed light, teasing kisses on the skin.
“No, you’ll not make me say it.”
He sucked at my skin, and I squirmed under him, trying to move away from his persuasive lips.
“Say it, and I’ll tell you who I was speaking to, and what the surprise is.”
I couldn’t stand it any longer. I gave in.
“Please!” I shrieked. “Tell me!”
He kissed my nose.
“It was Megan. She’s not only my sister, but also my PA. I’ve asked her to arrange for us to go away together on Friday. Somewhere we won’t be found. I don’t want us to be in England when all the shit hits the papers this weekend. She’s also going to get you some clothes for where we’re going, not that I see you wearing many. I doubt we’ll be leaving the bedroom.”
I stared at him, unable to register what he was saying.
“You? Me? Going away? Together?”
He kissed my lips quickly.
“You did say you had a passport, didn’t you? You’d best find it, because we’re going to the Azores for a week.”