The Espionage Effect(32)

All at once, the heat of his direct contact vanished as his weight shifted backward, between my calves.

In the pause, silence reigned.

Nothing happened.

And yet everything did.

With acute awareness, I felt his gaze heavy upon me. The air conditioner hummed, cooling the room. But my skin flushed hot. Wholly affected by him and nothing else.

“Beautiful,” he repeated, tone awe-filled.

His loaded word ricocheted through me like a whirling sparkler, sizzling me to brilliant life from my heart outward.

Vulnerable. How I felt. Arms extended above my head, legs spread apart, hips raised, all for him. Bound, yet set free.

For you. His words echoed within me.

His touch returned. Whispers of sensation traced up along my calves. A warmer touch pressed along the backside of my bent knee. His lips. They trailed upward, dotting an unhurried path while veering toward my trembling inner thigh.

Firmer pressure massaged the inside of my other thigh, circling higher…closer.

Ache knotted deep inside of me, reducing me to gasps of breath to chase my thundering pulse.

Lazy circles worked upward along one thigh. His lips nuzzled my heated skin on the other. Firm pressure kneaded up tensed muscle. Sharp teeth nipped sensitized skin.

Amazed, my mind spun, buoyant. Of the few sexual acts I’d had, none compared. Not one scratched the surface of the extraordinary event unfolding between us. Not even close.

Trembling, I exhaled a shaky breath. Lost in the overwhelming sensations, I focused solely on him, us, as I began to drift into a sensual haze.

A sudden warmth ghosted over my sex, growing hotter as it gradually moved from back to front. My pulse throbbed in my clit, harder and harder as the heat intensified. Seconds later, a firm licking touch dragged across the aching bundle of nerves. I gasped. Harder pressure followed, a great rhythmic sucking. My breath caught, the intensity building to such a degree, my exhalation stretched into a prolonged keening whimper.

Random brushing touches continued, a trace along my inner thigh. A grip around my calf. The entire time, his mouth ravished the sparking terrain between my legs.

Throbbing, quivering, my breaths reduced to shallow panting, his touch and every decadent thrill of pleasure whipping into my body became my only world. Yet I hadn’t been reduced to only this one thing. Alec made me feel as if I’d become everything.

The relentless ache grew in strength, coiling tighter as an orgasm edged into awareness. Tiny moans escaped with every exhale.

As if sensing the direction I careened toward, his hands slid up the backs of my thighs, paused right beneath the crease of my buttocks, then gripped there. His rhythmic sucking increased in tempo and intensity.

Too much.

Not enough…

Mad with lust and need, a deep ache spiraling into intense pleasure bordering on pain, I began to thrash about, bucking my hips, seeking…craving.

His forceful grip on my hips tightened, immobilizing me.

A single hard pulse ripped a gasp from my throat.

He stilled, the warm pressure against my clit present, but easing.

Absent the constant stimulus, the aching sensation hung there. My breath caught. Intense pleasure like no other hovered, vivid and all-consuming. My muscles quivered. I gasped for air, low eager moans escaping with each breath.

All of a sudden, my entire body snapped taut. I teetered on the edge.

Softer pressure dragged across my clit, followed by his low growl.

The vibration triggered a dense implosion, winding tight into itself, pain and pleasure melding together during one split second—until it exploded.

I screamed.

The piercing cry echoed into my ears seconds before I thrust my face down into the pillow, muffling the sound. Hard pulses overtook my body, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through me.

Overcome by the onslaught of erotic sensations, I was dimly aware of Alec shifting positions. One moment, he’d been behind me, face between my legs. The next, his hands gripped my hips as the solid heat of his legs pressed against the backs of my thighs.

Firmness glided through my slick folds, sliding over my sensitized clit. A fresh pulse of pleasure fired through me, and I drew in a sharp breath. Then he eased backward, dragging across the pinging nerves once again.

Skin hot and pricking with awareness, I turned my head to the side to let cooler air brush over my face. My blindfold was securely fastened. My hands were tightly bound.

Yet in a lifetime relegated to darkness, I finally began to see. Felt what it meant to be free.

The broad tip of his erection pressed against my entrance and another pulse of pleasure lashed through me. I gasped, gulping for air as my senses sharpened.

Body wound tight, I arched my back, seeking, needing more of what this dominating man delivered. In slow progression, he pushed inside, stretching me wide. The foreign sensation ratcheted me up again, flashing me toward another aching precipice.

I blew out a shaky breath, trying to hold still, failing as my thighs trembled uncontrollably.

He pressed in a couple of inches, paused, then eased back. He surged in the same distance again. Pulled back. All the while, his blunt tip dragged against the nerves just inside.

“Stop thinking,” he growled.

G-spot. The thought fragment shattered with a hard pulse.

I gasped as a tornado of pleasure spiraled tighter.

He thrust forward right as a second, more powerful, orgasm ripped through my body. No scream managed to escape this time, only low moans and gulps for air as his thick length filled me. Pulse after pulse vibrated through me, surrounded him.