Page 50 of Alik
My cock throbs with anticipation, but my movements are slow as I lay her on my mattress and pull my shirt over my head.
For the very first time, as I stare down at Olive, our eyes locked with a feverish intensity as her chest heaves, I don’t question the way this woman makes me feel. I don’t question the need to go slow, make it last, make it worthwhile for the girl who spends her life capturing mine on paper. I don’t think it strange, even with how starkly it contrasts with the cold sexual exchanges I’ve preferred in the past. For the moment, it makes perfect sense.Shemakes perfect sense.
Wemake perfect sense.
My belt buckle jingles as I pull it loose, and Olive’s gaze moves to my pants a moment before she looks at me like she finally understands that she’s Little Red Riding Hood and I’m the wolf. And it’s far, far too late.
I crook my finger at her. “Come here.”
She shifts onto her knees then shuffles to the edge of the bed, her neck craned to look up at me with the sexiest look on her face. A mesmerizing cocktail of excitement and nervousness thatsends the same surge of power shooting down my arms as when I shut the door to my apartment. Only much, much sweeter.
“Good girl,” I whisper, my voice heady as I push her hair over her shoulders. A low sigh pulls from my lungs when I run my knuckles down her neck to trace the collar of her sweater, my gaze lowering to take in a body I’ve yet to fully explore.
Her arms raise easily for me as I take the hem of her sweater and pull it over her head, immediately raking my eyes over her torso and finding the tattoos of the little birds flapping their wings, some hidden behind a lacy, black bra.
I run my hands up and down her sides while she leans into my touch, her breaths quick, her eyes wide and full of anticipation for what I might do next.
I wonder how long it’s been since she’s been fucked.
No. Never mind. I don’t want to think about another man inside of her right now. For now, for tonight, she’s mine.
I unclip her bra and toss it on the floor while raking my eyes over tits as perfect as they are in the drawings. She got them just right.
Tight. Perky. Soft pink nipples the black and white photo couldn’t show.
She’s incredible.
When I meet her eyes, she’s watching me with that same look of anticipation, so content to let me fuck her just as I like.
My cock swells.
I press my lips to hers, fighting back a growl when my balls clench with pain at being denied. I lay her on her back, never breaking the kiss.
The button on her jeans pops open with a quick tug of my fingers before I rip her zipper down and work her pants over her hips while she lifts to help me. She’s a little ball of excitement beneath me as her hands weave into my hair and her tongue mingles with mine, her legs moving to shrug off her pants.
I yank mine down next, along with my boxers, then give her panties a tug down her thighs before pressing my cock against her gushing cunt.
When my balls clench again, I break my mouth from her and groan as I push inside her warm, inviting pussy, her walls squeezing around me in an embrace so sweet, it only deepens the ache. Only makes me want more.
I tuck my arm behind one of her knees then bring it to her chest to open her wider for me, a sharp gasp sucking into her parted lips when I thrust inside her with more force.
She keeps her doe eyes open, watching me with lust swirling in the gray of her irises as I rock my hips to fuck her. I don’t know how she keeps her eyes open so wide when mine are heavy. They close from the weight of the ecstasy sitting on top of them, and I only open them to aim for Olive’s lips when I kiss her.
Her body feels so warm beneath mine. I know it must be an illusion of some kind because I don’t keep the temperature up in my apartment, and it’s freezing outside, but in here, it feels like we’re fucking by a warm fire, atop a plush sherpa bedspread on a soft mattress instead of my thin, scratchy comforter, on my firm bed I’ve had for too long. I didn’t notice the inadequacy of my things until now, but suddenly, they seem to matter.
I press my lips to her ear and try to catch my breath before speaking, but my words still come out breathy. “Is this how you pictured it?”
I want it to be.
With every thrust of my hips, pleasure sizzles down my spine, and I want her to feel this too. Need it.
“Or did you picture yourself on top?” I ask, my eyes opening at the realization. The photos. So many of them featured the woman on top.
Goddamn, I’m really putting a lot of thought into this.
Olive’s hands wrap around my neck before she jerks me to her lips for a passionate kiss, pulling away after only a moment. “I pictured iteveryway,” she says, her voice just as needy as mine was.
My chest rumbles at the intensity in her eyes, and I shove my face in her neck while thrusting my hips faster, harder, her words fueling me. Her heels dig into my back as she moans my name, her nails clawing over faded scars on my back. When it all becomes too much, pushing me too close to the edge, I clench my fists into the comforter and growl as I jerk my cock out of her.