Page 63 of Axel

“Shh.” He murmured thickly; his eyes caught by the sheen of her stockings that outlined her legs. Sliding her dress up around her thighs, he stared in silence at the delicate looking lace garter belt holding it in place. “Was this for me?” His eyes lifted to look at her.

“For us. I love the feel of the belt on my skin.”

He swallowed the lump in his throat and bent to the task of unhooking it. Tossing it aside, he peeled the stockings down over her smooth legs until there was nothing but skin. Lifting her left foot, he bent it at the knee, fingers sliding over the smooth flesh.

She had used a cream she picked up in an expensive boutique and it was true to its word. Her skin was silky soft. Her fingers curled into the sheets when he kissed her instep before traveling the route from ankle to calves. By the time he reached her inner thigh, she was a mass of trembling nerves.

“Axel…”

“Hush.” He nibbled at the skin, his control slipping away by degrees. He was going to do everything in his power to convince her to stay. Starting with this. This was something he knew a thing or two about and he was going to pull out all the stops to make her a quivering mass of willing supplicant.

The musky scent of her arousal it him head on and for a second, he was paralyzed. She was not wearing panties, and he had pushed the material of her dress far enough for him to see the glistening opening her vagina. Lifting his head, he stared at her, expression transmitting what he could not say.

“Axel.” His name was like a prayer on her lips, her face dewy and soft with the passion raging inside her body. Bending his head, he parted the swollen lips, his fingers gliding through the softness of the flesh.

She jumped reflexively when he touched her engorged clitoris. His breath was all it took for her to melt. Falling back on her elbows, Ellie closed her eyes and pulled her lip between her teeth. Her breathing escalated frantically, her fingers digginginto the sheets. Easing her body up, she gave into the exquisite agony of his tongue.

He took his time. First, he started between the folds of her vagina and worked his way towards the swollen flesh. The scent of her was driving him mad, but he was determined to give her everything.

By the time he plunged his tongue into her moistness it was enough to send her flying. The climax was so violent that he had to clamp his hands around her hips to keep her anchored.

Avowals of love tumbled from her lips as her body imploded, leaving her shaken and tearful. Stepping back, he hastily removed his clothing and took off her dress.

Hauling her up against the pillows, he turned her around to face him, feverish amber eyes taking in the quivering moistness of her lips and the tears on her cheeks. Her breasts were pert, the nipples raised. Sliding his hand over her cheek, he used his thumb to trace the outline of her bottom lip.

“Ellie.” Her name on his lip felt like a prayer. “Ellie.” Bending his head, he kissed her softly, tongue moving into her mouth as he explored the inside of her sweetness. The taste of her was inside his throat and he wanted to hold onto that. He shared it with her, tongue retreating and plunging, until she was mindless again with desire.

Shifting his weight, he covered her body with his. He was still kissing her, his body shuddering, his heart racing like a jack hammer inside his chest. Easing his body up, he rubbed the tip of his cock against her swollen flesh, the pre come liquid already pooling from the slit. Her body lifted towards his as she tried to get him to go all the way in.

But he evaded her – until he was so overcome with yearning to be inside her, he couldn’t hold out much longer. With one smooth precise movement, he plunged until he was completely sheathed – her tightness wrapping around him like a glove.

Ending the kiss, he lifted his head, his eyes fierce, his face harsh and taut with passion. He belonged here. He had no idea how it was going to turn out, but he could not allow her to leave. It would destroy him. He needed her like he had never needed anyone before, and it scared the shit out of him.

“You are not going anywhere.” He told her thickly. “Not without me. Is that clear?”

She nodded, too overcome to voice what she was feeling.

“Good.” He bent to her again, his hips moving slowly. Cupping her face between his palms, he kissed her again, his tongue driving into her mouth, until they were both mindless with a passion so intense it threatened to tear them apart.

Her fingers dug into the corded muscles of his neck and shoulders and then bit into his back as she lifted her body to meet his frenzied thrusts.

He swallowed her moans, tasted her tears as the climax slammed into her with enough force to have her arching into him. He followed closely behind, his large body going rigid as he emptied himself inside her.

It took several minutes before he could move. His mind was hazy, his body still flushed and heated and the ideaof withdrawing was not a priority now. When she stirred, it occurred to him that he might be pressing her down with his weight.

Shifting reluctantly, he settled beside her, but still held her close to him, loathed to let her go. His possessiveness startled him, and he was amazed at the wealth of emotions tumbling through his body.

“Hungry?” He whispered. It also dawned on him that they had missed supper.

“Yes.”

He jerked in surprise when she reached between them and found his not so limp penis.

“For food.” He chuckled.

“A little.” She stretched languidly, feeling like a very satisfied cat who had eaten the quality cream.

“Why don’t I go and get the food?” It had arrived while they were in the middle of their lovemaking and he had instructed the delivery guy to leave it just inside the foyer.