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His lips crash against mine, my lips opening willingly before my mind even has a chance to realize what’s happening. And the second his hand sweeps around my waist, I melt into his hold, pushing myself against his strong body. My fingers curl into his shirt, anchoring myself to him. My lips dance with his, following the rhythm and speed he creates between us.

A slight moan slips between my lips, and his urgency grows. His hands glide beneath my thighs, lifting me in the air, my legs wrapping around him with so much need growing in my core.

Something I’m not entirely used to.

He lowers himself onto the couch with me on his lap, his lips gliding down my neck, allowing me a moment to catch my breath. His fingers dig into my hips as his lips press hungry kisses to my skin.

“Alex,” I pant, my hips shifting forward against his firm leg.

He stills, glancing up at me with panic in his eyes. “Is this too much? Should we stop?” He pulls back, putting too much space between us.

I shake my head. “No, please don’t. I just…” My palm presses against my forehead. I swallow hard, shutting my eyes. “I don’t know what to do,” I admit weakly, opening my eyes to find him staring at me.

His hands cradle my cheeks. “We do whatever you’re comfortable with.” He brushes back my hair. “We could spend all night on this couch making out like teenagers if that’s what you want.” His lips curve up, causing mine to do the same. But his smile produces a hunger in the deep part of my belly, and I squeeze my thighs together, trying to ease the ache, a move he doesn’t miss. “Or…” The tips of his fingers skate down the side of my neck, brushing back and forth across my collarbone. “I can show you what it feels like to be with a man who only wants to worship you as you always should have been.”

Wetness builds between my legs, my need taking over every inch of me. “You…” My fingers tighten into his shirt. “You’d want to do that?”

He leans forward, his lips ghosting over my ear. “Baby, I’ve been dreaming about making you come since the day you walked into my house.” My pulse skyrockets, my breath growing shallow. “I’ve spent so many nights wondering what noises you make while in the height of your pleasure. What your favorite position might be. Or what you taste like when you come around my tongue.” All the air inside my lungs vanishes, my mind blanking as his words set my soul on fire. His hands grip my waist with urgency. “Tell me you want me to take care of you.”

I nod, my hips inching forward, but he stops me.

“Words, Fiorellina.” He runs his thumb back and forth over my bottom lip, his eyes growing hungrier by the second.

“I want…” I can’t think. Breathe. Or form a complete sentence. His touch slips under my dress, his thumb brushing over the inside of my leg, igniting my skin ablaze. “I need you.”

One corner of his lips lifts. “Then let’s not make you wait anymore.” He spreads his legs so mine widen around him. His hands rest on my thighs, slipping higher beneath the fabric until the tips of his fingers graze my underwear. I feel on the verge of detonating, an enjoyable shiver overtaking me. His head tilts to the side. “You need this badly, don’t you?”

I adamantly nod, a mixture of vulnerability and desire clashing against one another. His eyes darken, his gaze holding mine as his fingers pull the fabric aside and then slowly slide down the length of me.

“Oh, God.” I clasp the curve of his shoulders, trying to steady myself.

He swirls a finger over my entrance, studying my reaction. Suddenly, his eyes widen, a revelation crossing his stormy irises. “Has anyone ever made you come before?”

I shake my head, a flush covering my cheeks. “No. Never.”

“Fuck,” he breathes, leaning forward. He rolls his forehead against mine, his lips pressing gently over mine. “Thank you for trusting me with this.”

His finger slides inside me, knuckle deep, and I moan as he curves it, hitting a spot I never knew existed. He pulls out and thrusts back inside, repeating the motion in a steady rhythm. Pleasure grows inside me, and my hips rock back and forth.

“That’s it,” he praises. “Just like that.” His lips caress my neck, his breath warming my skin.

His palm presses firmly against my clit, rubbing in a circular motion. I cry out as my breath catches, my head tilting back. The only time I’ve ever felt a semblance of relief was from my own hand, but it never felt close to this.

He increases his speed, adding a second finger, and the pressure has my eyes squeezing shut, a tremor rocking through me. “More,” I breathe, not recognizing my own plea.

His hand reaches for the strap of my dress, tugging it down, revealing one of my breasts. Cold air hits my nipple, but before a shiver has a chance to take over, Alex whips off his glasses and leans forward, wrapping his lips around it, sucking on it so hard a bolt of desire shoots straight to my core. I tangle my fingers in his hair as every sensation I’m experiencing becomes one.

His lips and teeth grazing my nipple…

His fingers stroking inside me…

His palm providing the perfect amount of pressure…

It’s too much in the best possible way.

“Alex,” I shout as the orgasm rushes through me, taking control over my body and soul. I shatter into a million pieces in his arms as he works every last ounce of pleasure from me, my body becoming an instrument that I never want him to stop playing.

I slump alongside his chest, my heart thrashing against my rib cage, my muscles weakening from the intense buildup.