Page 32 of Axel

Her mouth tasted like honey, and he found himself drowning in liquid pleasure. He could simply spend hours just exploring the sweetness of her lips, which was how completely addictive it was.

Managing to drag his mouth from hers, he kissed her cheek, before taking advantage of the side of her neck. Her slender body arched, bringing him into contact with her flesh and sending jolts of electricity throughout his entire being. Pulling away from her, he tried to quiet his rampaging passion.

Taking a moment to drag much needed air into his lungs that were laboring to keep up, he pressed her back against the pillows so that he could straddle her. Ellie felt a shiver when the tip of his penis rubbed against her thigh.

His amber eyes had the intensity of freshly minted gold, the green flecks almost indiscernible as he stared at her. Her breasts captured his attention and with a hoarse groan, he bent his head to her chest.

He nuzzled the skin at first as if inhaling her exotic perfume. Cupping the flesh in his palms, he lifted the one nearest to his mouth and used just the tip of his tongue to taste the tight bud.

Ellie sprang up in surprised pleasure, fingers digging into his pecs. Swirling his tongue around the rigid flesh, he felt his body going taut as she expressed her pleasure vocally. Her husky moans were driving him to insanity.

Pulling the bud into his mouth, he suckled hungrily, his body reacting violently to the pleasure of pleasuring her. It had to be now, he thought dazedly. There was no way he could hold out any longer.

Going to the next nipple, he gave it the same thorough treatment before scooting down so that he could get rid of the scrap of lace barely covering her sex.

“I don’t have anything.” The thought of having to stop because of lack of protection was not sitting well with him. He had always been careful; had had to be because of who he was.

Never in his dealings with the opposite sex, had he ever forgotten that, not even when he was piss poor and struggling. Back then, he had been terrified of knocking someone up and becoming like his old man.

So, he had always been prepared. When poverty was no longer an issue, there had been the awareness that women would try to trap him with an unwanted child. But for the first time, he was not thinking straight. He had to have her. And withdrawing was going to be a problem.

He had a feeling that as soon as he entered her, it would be all over for him as far as control goes.

“I am safe.” She whispered, fingers dragging him down.

“Are you…”

“Yes.” She was crawling out of her skin with need for him. “I am.”

With a grunt and a swear, he decided to take her word for it. Sinking down, he guided his throbbing cock into her entrance and stayed there for a few pulsing seconds before plunging into her.

A gasp escaped her as her body arched to meet his. Axel could not move. Her tightness was gripping him and pulling him in until he felt as if he was touching her womb.

A shudder seized his body. Bending his head, he stared at her, eyes flickering over her face and settling on her parted lips. With a hoarse groan, he took what she was offering, his lips mashing against hers in a rapacious kiss that had her clinging to him.

He moved then, slowly at first and then increasing the pace as she lifted her slender legs to wrap them around his trim waist. The feeling was incredibly sensual… She was wrapped around him like a glove, her moistness massaging his flesh and sending him into a frenzy of passion.

Sensations raced through his body, engulfing him, pulling him in until all he could think about – all he could feel was her. Nothing else mattered at the moment.

Her nipples wet from his avid attention, rubbed against the hairs on his chest, creating an incredible friction that further intensified the emotions swamping them.

Ellie felt the rush, the tightness in her lower body, the heat flooding her being and could not hold back. The climax was explosive and had her bucking against him, fingers making groves on his flesh. Axel did not feel it. It was as if he was in a world where feelings were heightened, pleasure was excruciating.

The fleeting thought entered his mind that now was the time to withdraw – but it dissolved completely and all he could feel was a pleasure so exquisite that he was overwhelmed by it. His climax swept through his body like a tidal wave, slamming into him until he felt as if he was falling off the edge of a cliff with no safety net in sight.

He flooded her with his seed, his large body shuddering on top of her. When it was all over, he sagged on top of her, his breathing labored, body slick with sweat.

Her arms were wrapped around him, preventing him from moving an inch. They remained that way for a few minutes, the silence profound.

Finding the strength, he rolled off her and flopped down on the pillows, his eyes trained on the slats of wood that made up theceiling. His heart was still thumping inside his chest and his body felt hot as if he was suffering from a debilitating fever.

He dared not look at her, not yet. His composure was shattered for the first time in his life, and he could not for the life of him recover it. He needed time – a drink – a cigar, anything – something to do with his hands and to occupy his thoughts.

When he felt her stirring next to him, he turned his head to look at her.

“I suppose we are going to read about this in the article you are writing.”

Ellie felt herself descending from the incredible high. She could still feel him buried deep inside her, still felt his large, muscled body imprinted on hers, but his words had doused the pleasure they had just indulged in.